<?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-27728470</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:56:06.425+08:00</updated><category term='email share. . .'/><category term='concert'/><category term='baby Q'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='rezal&apos;s say it here. . .'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='Jerico Rosales'/><category term='two thousand and nine'/><category term='love note. . .'/><title type='text'>In love with you</title><subtitle type='html'>down to earth,who loves to be myself. 
can be sarcastic at times, but i do it with a reason.
tangeled up with mood swings at times.
a shoulder to cry on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7407050923861409555</id><published>2009-07-21T14:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:40:25.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know i don't have too. . .</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh it's been awhile. I was too caught up with work, too clingy to rezal and so much in love with my parents till I don't have a decent time to do a decent thing like checking my mails what's more to do an entry. My lappy is collecting dust at the corner without I even bother to wipe it off. I drag my feet to walk over to pick up this laptop and here I am tying this entry. Abah have been telling me, "you have not been updating your blog for long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, over the past few weekends the highlight of the best part of the weekend, is when good movies and finger licking good foods. We have it the &lt;i&gt;mamak&lt;/i&gt; style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVp1q-oY5I/AAAAAAAAAwI/KfYXRXNHUZA/s1600-h/transformers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360807302245409682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVp1q-oY5I/AAAAAAAAAwI/KfYXRXNHUZA/s400/transformers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVp1vGQX0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BbXEVy826KU/s1600-h/obsessed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360807303351131970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVp1vGQX0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BbXEVy826KU/s400/obsessed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVsgzOdttI/AAAAAAAAAwg/uyG0_Vq-wdI/s1600-h/fish_head_curry-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360810242216933074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVsgzOdttI/AAAAAAAAAwg/uyG0_Vq-wdI/s400/fish_head_curry-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVshJvRsDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/DdvpawaQ2Ns/s1600-h/khansama-8-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360810248260137010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVshJvRsDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/DdvpawaQ2Ns/s400/khansama-8-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVshSfXA8I/AAAAAAAAAww/h04iq8X-0zc/s1600-h/tandoori+chicken-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360810250609296322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVshSfXA8I/AAAAAAAAAww/h04iq8X-0zc/s400/tandoori+chicken-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wise, stress level wasn't so high like the previous one. So in conclusion, when stress level high the pay check is as high as your stress level. When your stress level is on the average side, same goes to the pay check. But all in all, working here was a bliss, I'm content with everything I have right now. &lt;i&gt;Allhamdullilah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking forward right now is I can't wait to get my hands on the new gadget. Oh oh almost forgot, I have this sudden craze for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want everything in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my shoes, my sandals, my bag, oh and the new gadget I wish I can get the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ones too. Maybe we should be in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for this year Hari Raya. Rezal gonna faint when he hear this. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7407050923861409555?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7407050923861409555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7407050923861409555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7407050923861409555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7407050923861409555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-i-dont-have-too.html' title='You know i don&apos;t have too. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SmVp1q-oY5I/AAAAAAAAAwI/KfYXRXNHUZA/s72-c/transformers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1076755294577034922</id><published>2009-06-23T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:00:16.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of the week..</title><content type='html'>...is when i found out this week roster marks today is my off day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The other best part is where, you take me out on a late night during weekdays and drove up to get a cuppa coffee as we share and filled each others with updates on our work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Another best part, is how lucky can it be when we both are on our off day today. Such a coinsidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We shall go shopping later today. For my working shoes, my virgin black shoes that i'm gonna get. How it look oh so funny to look down at my feet and saw black shoes on it.. YIKES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i think i have a hard time looking out for a black shoe lah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1076755294577034922?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1076755294577034922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1076755294577034922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1076755294577034922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1076755294577034922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-part-of-week.html' title='The best part of the week..'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5902403666525469562</id><published>2009-06-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:41:27.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me through the phone. . .</title><content type='html'>It's wednesday tomorrow, the middle of the week and weekend is 2 days away. :) And today mark my 2nd day of work. Work has been nothing much at this point of the time. I'm still having orientation. So as to say, the preassure isn't &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; yet. Collegues, are mostly &lt;em&gt;senior-&lt;em&gt;ita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and being around them feel so homely. hahaha Because to them I'm still a baby, they treating more like their daughters. :) But nevertheless, don't take them for granted, they do have their venom. But, there's nothing to be worried about, as long you doing the right thing not giving them attitude they will always treat you with lots of tender, loving care. (tlc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;em&gt;TLC&lt;/em&gt;. Rezal have been very very extra extra extra sweet lately like seriously, I was speechless to how he behave towards me lately. Every morning, every lunch time, every tea break, every minute where he got the free time he will either text me wish lots of sweet loving messages or call me to sing me this song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr1EV3FmR3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr1EV3FmR3E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he don't get to sing for me, he will text me this part of the song. Like one part when we wake up at 5.30 am in the morning. Then another one when we're on the way to work. The next one lunch time, the following one during tea-break and lastly on the way home. It don't have to go into sequence, he will randomly pick any parts of the songs to suite his feeling and what he wants to relay to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know that you like me, you my future wifey&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;You could be my wife, text me, call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life, yeah all day everyday I need ya&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see ya my feelings get deeper&lt;br /&gt;I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss you but I can't&lt;br /&gt;Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I been thinking lately so much about you&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you, I like it, I love it&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you in public, thinking nothing of it&lt;br /&gt;Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you so sexy, your voice is so lovely&lt;br /&gt;I love your complexion, I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna kiss you but I can't&lt;br /&gt;Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i really don't know what to say. All I can say is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5902403666525469562?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5902403666525469562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5902403666525469562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5902403666525469562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5902403666525469562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Kiss me through the phone. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2560777040666478912</id><published>2009-06-15T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:38:08.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>We just don't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe we go too far, we just don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We just don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- John Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend just ended. A new week approaching. I'm looking forward for the new week. I'm back to financially independent (&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I rest my head on your shoulder, you kiss my hair then the forehead. I look at you and we both smile. We stay silence for a while. You then held my hands oh so tight as we both look outside the window and watched the view right in front of us. Sunset, a wonderful sight. We don't need to say anything at all. When our eyes meet, our hearts speaks on its own. Another day, another time we'll be here again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's make love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's go somewhere, they might discover us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's get lost in lust, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we just don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we just don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We just don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- John Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: the song of the week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-2560777040666478912?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2560777040666478912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2560777040666478912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2560777040666478912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2560777040666478912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-just-dont-care.html' title='We just don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5709017286366383384</id><published>2009-06-14T02:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:29:59.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>Dance for two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quoted from rezal facebook status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nursyahrezal Ghazali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enjoying my day off starting from now...... yeah..... come here baby god i miss you so so so much........!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a id="status_mobile_indicator" href="http://www.facebook.com/mobile/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=563563103&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Shiks Kyn&lt;/a&gt; at 12:54am June 13&lt;br /&gt;So cheezy! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rezal is sleeping soundly already. While, i couldn't sleep just yet. Well, maybe because i had a great time spending the weekend away with rezal. I don't wish to sleep cuz i don't want to end the weekend just yet. It's been so long since we had a couple outing together. Yes. I'm not kidding. Most of the time, we either went out as a family, with our group of friends and at times along with the cousin. Plus, for the past couple of months, rezal had been really really busy at work extremely busy i must say, where at times i felt like i had been neglected by him. And when i felt that way, i get cranky and demands attention from him even if it's just hearing his voice over the phone. But at times, even that i couldn't get, cuz once he got home, he'll be too tired to talk and all he need is his bed. So the day we spent together like on friday and saturday, is the day i appreciate and treasure the most because later today he'll be working yet again. Now you know, the reason behind his &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; status. Cheezy how it sound, but we really do miss each other alot alot. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On a different note. Some people do stuff that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. Especially when all they do is copying. Like i mention in my facebook, no identity. Even people nya lifestyle pun nak ikut kelakar kan. Tapi itu lah manusia. Ikut - mengikut adalah salah satu hobby mereka tanpa mereka sedari. Yang kita - kita yang tahu cara kita telah menjadi ikut - ikutan biarkan aje lah. Anggap lah yang kita ni seseorang celebrity, setiap gerak geri dan cara kita mesti di perhatikan dan menjadi ikutan. (ceh ceh ceh) :) peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5709017286366383384?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5709017286366383384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5709017286366383384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5709017286366383384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5709017286366383384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-for-two.html' title='Dance for two.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2038347481004156919</id><published>2009-06-13T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:50:26.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini case pak mat tempeh nya cucu..</title><content type='html'>During one of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You, kat rumah you ada roti?&lt;br /&gt;Rezal: You...you tahu tak dah 2 hari I tak hisap rokok..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Apa you..I tanya pasal roti lah jauh seh you dengar rokok..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahaha! tak ku sangka bole tahan jugak rezal nya sound..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-2038347481004156919?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2038347481004156919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2038347481004156919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2038347481004156919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2038347481004156919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/06/ini-case-pak-mat-tempeh-nya-cucu.html' title='Ini case pak mat tempeh nya cucu..'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5127084248837368313</id><published>2009-06-12T15:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:02:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the moon.</title><content type='html'>During my teens, there was a point of a time where I failed my parents. I failed to be their precious gems. I fought with rebellious for freedom. Where mum cried every minute of the day, crying of unbelievable to how much I changed at that point of the time. Apparently, during secondary my studies have not been affected, had always been the top 5 in class during exams every year. The top 3 in school for my mother tongue subject every year. (come to think about it, that's the amazing part) You see, after all the rebellious I still managed to succeed in studies. Right after N Level, mum cried because I choose not to proceed with my O levels but to proceed to ITE. How she so against with the idea. And how stoned headed I was to stick to my decision. (plus, at that point of the time there's this someone who i called "my steady" proceed to ITE and I wanna be with him too) Yup. That is also part of the reason why I choose the ITE path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ITE, the first time I walk in the campus I asked myself, "what have I got myself into!" A pinch of regrad come crawling and sink ed in my heart. But, this is my decision. Mum had approved it, though she is not willing too. I know, I can't back out now. All I need to do is to proceed and go on and do my very best trying to prove to mum that I didn't make the wrong decision. (nak ikut "staedy" sangat end up) Relationship with the "steady" wasn't steady enough. We split. Whereas I, continue to succeed where I A'ces all the module allhamdulliah. (ni part mum already impress) Right after completing my Nitec course in ITE. I was too young to start working and wish to continue to proceed with my Higher Nitec Course in ITE. (mum get more impress, no more tears)After which, my gpa allowed me to step up further and gain my Diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The walk of life in Poly was absolutely a different lifestyle. Which I got myself into a major culture shock, in poly I lost confidence in myself. No longer the A'ces student I used to be. I was thinking to myself what's happening to me. Why the failure after I go this far. And the failure was like a big slap across my face and the greatest knock on the wall. I went crazy. The first year of poly was a misery for me. Projects and exams made me cry. I don't why, but I cry alot during the first year. After awhile, as I slowly climb up the ladders, with the help and supports from my parents, rezal and my supporting girlfriends. I manage to take control of the poly life. Slowly but surely. I studied hard enough to move from one level to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th May 2009, I made mum cried yet agian. But, this time around I wasn't being rebellious. She cried the tears of joy. I cried too. Only the one who are closed to me know, the hardship I went through. Those moments I will never ever forget. As I would like to quote this from someone's blog( which I stumble by chance), which I really like the pharase so much. &lt;/justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SjIGugO-qEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/KYbJJrMNFC8/s1600-h/Graduation+and+Celebrations+039-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346343103638710338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SjIGugO-qEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/KYbJJrMNFC8/s400/Graduation+and+Celebrations+039-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SjIGuy7jptI/AAAAAAAAAwA/VPemzRVvy7A/s1600-h/on+stage-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346343108657522386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SjIGuy7jptI/AAAAAAAAAwA/VPemzRVvy7A/s400/on+stage-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"failure is the drive to my every success".&lt;br /&gt;and its really okay to let others laugh at our falls first.&lt;br /&gt;they will and can always fall tomorrow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: dear someone who i ripped of these phrase from. I would like to thank you. the pharse speaks on its own to how it feels to be up there on the stage. &lt;/em&gt;&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/27728470-5127084248837368313?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5127084248837368313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5127084248837368313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5127084248837368313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5127084248837368313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/06/over-moon.html' title='Over the moon.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SjIGugO-qEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/KYbJJrMNFC8/s72-c/Graduation+and+Celebrations+039-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-4982416168087875038</id><published>2009-05-26T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:01:00.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love note. . .'/><title type='text'>Love is tricky things to put into words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Shw7cvwbheI/AAAAAAAAAvw/tJeK1seD1ZE/s1600-h/hug-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Shw7cvwbheI/AAAAAAAAAvw/tJeK1seD1ZE/s400/hug-e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340208623196538338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't you think? Like the situation i'm at right not. I have tap on the backspace key a countless times because the mind working on the right things to say as the hand do the typing and the eyes do the walking and the heart do the reading and relay it back to the mind if it's sounds right and the mind relay back to the heart creating the feeling if its not right and the hands to the walking to the backspace and the cycle goes on. Yup. Well, there's alot of things that I want to say really. Especially to you rezal. But I just cant find the right words to describe, to use, to say, to to you know. I wish the brain works on its own, to what came into the mind and it automatically reflects on these laptop screen without you even have to type it out. It safe alot more energy too. Hah. Too imaginative there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today marked our 85th Monthsary. How time flies. Cliche how it sounds. But those moments that we've gone through together has created us to where we are right now. We've gone through different stages of challenges together. From childish misunderstood during our teens to hardcore arguments as we matured up till now where we at the stage where we grew fonder to each other, lesser arguments in fact not at all &lt;em&gt;[and i'm proud of us for that]&lt;/em&gt; at this stage hopefully &lt;em&gt;[insyaallah]&lt;/em&gt; there won't be anymore. Even if there is, we can just brush it off easily. Confidence I have. I also remember &lt;em&gt;[will never forgotten about this]&lt;/em&gt; one of the hardship that we go through together is where ,you serving your national service while I'm doing my diploma, and then during your national service you have to go off for an overseas training while I struggle to get my mind set concentrate on school which was really really hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas now, where we have surpasses those hard times. We are now more matured. &lt;em&gt;[yes you are]&lt;/em&gt; Handling hard situations didn't cause much problems to us anymore. We're understanding each other more. And I'm proud of you. I'm at the most happiest feeling that I ever felt in my life. &lt;em&gt;[besides yesterday when I finally graduated but i'm talking about us now eh. sorry lah terpesong abit lah my mind ni.]&lt;/em&gt;I felt we're back to our honeymoon stage just like before when we first get together in this relationship. You have definately makes a different in my life right now, not only mine but my parents life too. You manage to get yourself a place in their hearts. :) They are treating you like their own son now, where sometimes I get jealous of you because they pay more attention to you compare to me especially abah. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy 85th monthsary once again rezal. 17th April 2010 is the next date to remember and I'm looking forward to it &lt;em&gt;Insyaallah Amin&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-4982416168087875038?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/4982416168087875038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=4982416168087875038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4982416168087875038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4982416168087875038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-tricky-things-to-put-into-words.html' title='Love is tricky things to put into words.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Shw7cvwbheI/AAAAAAAAAvw/tJeK1seD1ZE/s72-c/hug-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5273752475799259839</id><published>2009-05-19T14:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:40:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean girls no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShJxnoXCEoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/EiemiyFdHSg/s1600-h/mean+girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337453434050318978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShJxnoXCEoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/EiemiyFdHSg/s400/mean+girls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShJxnXnGQ6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/zpISNwdc2_Y/s1600-h/MeanGirls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337453429554299810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShJxnXnGQ6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/zpISNwdc2_Y/s400/MeanGirls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShJxnB3px9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/nSLBHdLN3E8/s1600-h/mean-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337453423718156242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShJxnB3px9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/nSLBHdLN3E8/s400/mean-girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; many of my long lost primary school friends were found. Mainly, they found me. They hit the search button with my full name, I'll be there the one and only. No mistakes made, that I can guarantee. When I asked how they managed to find me, that's the exact thing that they did. At first, I was excited to have found almost the whole cohort adding me up as friends. As usual when you have found a long lost friends you will be asking all the regular questions, how have you been, watcha doing now, talk about the good old times we shared, the good and bad memories together etc. In the process of catching up, a flash back hit me to why I avoided them after my &lt;a href="http://www.seab.gov.sg/SEAB/psle/generalInfo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Psle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; years ago memories mind you. But not even once I had forgotten what had happened, those memories wish to stay and I let them be. Why is that you might asked. Well, because of the past I have became who I am right now. I don't wish to dwell on the past, neither do I want to think bad of them, I believe in people changing. So I continued with excitement of catching up till today. In between of these catching up, I have found the same clan consist 5 girls that have cause my misery back then, that they have not changed a bit. They still have the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kepo nak mampus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" attitude, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;step jambu nak mampus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" attitude, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;step bagus nak mampus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" attitude and my favourite one "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;macam paham nak mampus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" attitude. When all these attitudes combine to one &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;we called it &lt;em&gt;Bitches&lt;/em&gt;. No? Ok maybe, I'm the only one here. Well anyway, I'm telling myself, maybe I still have grudges against them. Let's don't be quick to judge. Maybe they are sincerely wanting to stay in touch with me. But as time goes by, the more catching up we did, the more I started to believe that they have not change a bit. Infact, the married ones are absolutely proud. [&lt;em&gt;mendabek dada nya berbual ah, tak bole ang seh wai.&lt;/em&gt;] You might be wondering why the sudden I'm typing out these entry. &lt;em&gt;Ini case dah tak bole tahan&lt;/em&gt;. Absolutely pissed, and extremely irritated by their attitude. And today one of the married girl is getting on my nerve. A convo between married girl "A" and myself "Z" and another married girl "S" is in the story line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: hey babe, had lunch?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Z: yup, just had mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: you know I went to meet S, the other day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Z: oh ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: I went to meet her at her mother house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: she have a good life...has an housewife..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Z: oh ok. ic ic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[immediately, crossout the window and apprear to be offine.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You tell me what's her motive behind these convo? Now, you tell me being a housewife is a good life? Unless you tell me a housewife a.k.a &lt;em&gt;tai tai&lt;/em&gt; then I believe you that's a good life. But from where I see, "A" and "S" is no-where near there. Mind you these just happened just now. There are alot more irritating convo before when we first started on our catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, these clan also organised for reunion. A make-over session for BLPS girls they called it. But I doubt I'll be there. So right now I was thinking to myself, what is their main reason to really came up to me and wanting to do a catch up with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5273752475799259839?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5273752475799259839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5273752475799259839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5273752475799259839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5273752475799259839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/05/mean-girls-no.html' title='Mean girls no?'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShJxnoXCEoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/EiemiyFdHSg/s72-c/mean+girls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3453091771022321488</id><published>2009-05-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:04:58.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>PCD in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShGG1XKDIMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GMwgkeL84wI/s1600-h/PCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195284718100674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShGG1XKDIMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GMwgkeL84wI/s400/PCD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to catch the Pussycat Dolls concert. I might be going. But then again, depending on Rezal if his schedule is free. We'll see how. I'm not their biggest fan though but I just love looking at their sex appealing faces and dance moves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3453091771022321488?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3453091771022321488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3453091771022321488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3453091771022321488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3453091771022321488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/05/pcd-in-singapore.html' title='PCD in Singapore'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ShGG1XKDIMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GMwgkeL84wI/s72-c/PCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8179075976969755932</id><published>2009-05-18T18:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:53:43.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email share. . .'/><title type='text'>Mother in law motivational story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A long time ago in China , a girl named Li-Li got married &amp;amp; went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly. Days passed, and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband! D great distress. Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-! law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it! Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought for awhile, and finally said, "Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you. Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do." Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspect you, when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. "Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law. Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument with her mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with. The mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in- law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening. One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law. She's changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her." Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there's nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her." HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying: "The person who loves others will also be loved in return." God might be trying to work in another person's life through you.&lt;/span&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/27728470-8179075976969755932?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8179075976969755932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8179075976969755932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8179075976969755932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8179075976969755932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-in-law-motivational-story.html' title='Mother in law motivational story'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8330842377552074857</id><published>2009-05-16T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:53:59.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love note. . .'/><title type='text'>The opposite attracts in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is when you find someone you can really be yourself with and that you can share anything with. It's when you cant even imagine what your life would be like without that person. When words don't even come cose to how you really feel and even though it doesn't maje sense to other people, you know that you were meant to be together always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8330842377552074857?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8330842377552074857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8330842377552074857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8330842377552074857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8330842377552074857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/05/opposite-attracts-in-my-life.html' title='The opposite attracts in my life'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3225360315926287130</id><published>2009-05-15T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:33:59.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life a roller coaster ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Sg5WdJpXZzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/RMo7RLMGwrw/s1600-h/rollecoaster-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336297667286230834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Sg5WdJpXZzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/RMo7RLMGwrw/s400/rollecoaster-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emotions are like a roller coaster. Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down; sometimes you're upside down for a minute, then right side up the next. Normally, when people achieve their goals, their outlook on life is bright and cheery. They burst with positive emotions. However, when disappointment and frustration come their way, high enthusiasms dampen in a flash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected the graduation gown. The day I'm waiting for be arriving soon. 25th May 2009 the graduation ceremony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3225360315926287130?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3225360315926287130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3225360315926287130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3225360315926287130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3225360315926287130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj308/gymnastjen16/quotes/LOVE-60.jpg" border="0" alt="quotes Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1157970519079260538?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1157970519079260538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1157970519079260538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1157970519079260538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1157970519079260538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotes-pictures-images-and-photos.html' title='Love'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj308/gymnastjen16/quotes/th_LOVE-60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-9080521461983388681</id><published>2009-05-06T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:05:19.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love note. . .'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l73/cyndizzleyo/z179983042.gif" border="0" alt="ps Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-9080521461983388681?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/9080521461983388681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=9080521461983388681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/9080521461983388681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/9080521461983388681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1641385597628958418</id><published>2009-04-27T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:47:43.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling abit low during the weekend, simply because the one that cheer me up was down with fever. Not only the weekend swift past us fast but my 7th year anniversary goes with it too. But no worries, hun I understand. Infact, &lt;i&gt;kesian&lt;/i&gt; to see you having a high fever. It's be ages since you got a high fever. So I truly understand that you need your rest. That is the most important thing of all. But what, I'm really surprised of the little video that you've made. :) In a sudden, you put a smile on my face. Though you did not managed to be with me on our day. The little things that you did is good enough for me. &lt;i&gt;haha&lt;/i&gt; very unexpected &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. Yes hun, we can always celebrate the day other times. And hun, thank you so much for the little things that you do. I really do appreciate it. It's the thoughts that count &lt;i&gt;kan&lt;/i&gt; so I see you when I see you soon. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you always Nursyahrezal. Still Happy 7th Year Anniversary Hun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1641385597628958418?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1641385597628958418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1641385597628958418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1641385597628958418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1641385597628958418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-feeling-abit-low-during-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-83781218249795968</id><published>2009-04-26T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:53:23.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rezal&apos;s say it here. . .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's sad though to feel under the weather on the most important day of our lives. Well, I'm sorry. But dear, I'll make it up to you for sure. But, at least what I can do is to dedicate a small project that I've made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/isyah/rezalscaughtinaction2.flv"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm sorry baby. We shall celebrate our anniversary, once I'm feeling well, and not too tied up with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th Years Anniversary Baby.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-83781218249795968?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/83781218249795968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=83781218249795968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/83781218249795968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/83781218249795968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-sad-though-to-feel-under-weather-on.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7403699750930980247</id><published>2009-04-21T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:42:12.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rezal&apos;s say it here. . .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.M.G..... what can i say, we officially turn 25. Maybe for some this is the time to be looking forward too year after year... But this time its different for us. Its not the figure, its not the celebration, its not the late nights and hello good morning.. Well its come to our attention that this time its more on reflecting the pass and how time pass so fast to get this far and the things we been through for us and together with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure 25 its just another figure but through the figure lies a meaning for both of us.. Responsibility and Commitment...  Responsible for our action and decision we make . Commitment for our  Responsible that we hold being the chid of our family and love ones and also to the future we make.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Big plans coming out of us and as long as we  have Loyalty,Responsible, Commitment and   Respect, insyaalah we will achieve what we want and what we plan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy Birthday Baby........ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7403699750930980247?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7403699750930980247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7403699750930980247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7403699750930980247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7403699750930980247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/o.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7755246430891658489</id><published>2009-04-21T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:59:28.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart says.</title><content type='html'>" mak sayang isyah? " i asked in the morning i turned 25 the other day. " eh mestilah sayang daripada kecik sampai sekarang ". she said. i felt like a little girl when i heard mak said that. i felt the uncondition love of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 25 was spent very simple. a family affair. i want it that way. the day before the official day, spent time with rezal, celebrating his birthday. while we counting down to midnight for my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the stroke of midnight, rezal sang the loudest birthday song at the side road.. where many eyes were looking at us. and when the police car was doing the usual patrolling, i thought they gonna stop us and do the usual check. rezal quickly said, " eh aku bawak ic tak? "  i laugh at his reaction, when he suddenly stop singing oh so loudly. the police car just drove off past us and he continued back to his singing.. off we went for supper after he got tired of singing for so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on these 25 also another history had been made. for the first time, rezal's mum have given me the " green light " to call her mama ros. at that point of time im truly hourned. even though i am still so kekok, each time we talk rezal will correct me cause i'm used to calling her cik. yup. i'm trying to get used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, im looking forward for the day. 5 more days to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: many thanks to all cousins, aunties, family members, dearest friends for all the birthday wishes i truly appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: i love you mak. thank you for loving me unconditionaly. not forgetting you too abah.  isyah sayang mak dengan abah sangat - sangat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7755246430891658489?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7755246430891658489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7755246430891658489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7755246430891658489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7755246430891658489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-says.html' title='the heart says.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3218814384725430803</id><published>2009-04-16T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:25:24.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before the day end how can i not post an entry to mark this special date of you turning 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SedYanRo4CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/2s-jLOQ_P1g/s1600-h/rezal-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SedYanRo4CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/2s-jLOQ_P1g/s400/rezal-e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325322298631708706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SedYakTOIiI/AAAAAAAAAug/0ZyC4pqqJKQ/s1600-h/rezal2-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SedYakTOIiI/AAAAAAAAAug/0ZyC4pqqJKQ/s400/rezal2-e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325322297833038370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pure and simple truth, i love you now i love you always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday once again nursyahrezal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3218814384725430803?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3218814384725430803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3218814384725430803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3218814384725430803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3218814384725430803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-day-end-how-can-i-not-post-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SedYanRo4CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/2s-jLOQ_P1g/s72-c/rezal-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2341877634755277211</id><published>2009-04-13T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:59:00.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm excited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; more days to our 7 year anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; more days to Syahrezal birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;more days to my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-2341877634755277211?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2341877634755277211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2341877634755277211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2341877634755277211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2341877634755277211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2522130692791352446</id><published>2009-04-10T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:38:19.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love isn't finding someone you can live with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's finding someone you can't live without.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm definitely talking about you Muhammad Nursyahrezal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-2522130692791352446?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2522130692791352446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2522130692791352446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2522130692791352446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2522130692791352446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-isnt-finding-someone-you-can-live.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3699591916654466262</id><published>2009-04-07T22:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:50:28.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What...?? A Suprise....?? Oh Oh...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Superman Ruzty Says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riddle me this Riddle me that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How what a Surprise...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you might just Get. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Hmmmm... what would it be...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3699591916654466262?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3699591916654466262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3699591916654466262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3699591916654466262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3699591916654466262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-suprise-oh-oh.html' title='What...?? A Suprise....?? Oh Oh...!!!!'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8980250899113048849</id><published>2009-04-06T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:46:09.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish upon the stars you'll be here with me</title><content type='html'>dear hun, i wish upon the stars that you'll be here with me. you that i wanted. you that i need. i dont need fancy restaurant. i dont need the bling blings. i dont need you to bring me around with the wheels. neither do i want bouquet of flowers. just you that i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, while we were doing our retail therapy. the same old question that we asked each other every year on april. " what should i get for you? " hoping that while walking around we can get hints or clue on what to get for each other. the same old answers that we answered to each other every year is a straight "nothing, i dont want anything."  the next popular question that we asked to each other every year is "do you have any surprises for me" the same old answers that we answered to each other every year is a straight "no, nothing." even though that was the biggest lied we ever made to each other. wise man called it, white lie. it's not that we're putting high expectation on each other but in silence, we chose not to believe the answer. till the day come, the truth unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: so do you have a surprise for me?&lt;br /&gt;pss: i can give u a hint. i prefer a simple affair, please. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8980250899113048849?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8980250899113048849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8980250899113048849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8980250899113048849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8980250899113048849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-upon-stars-youll-be-here-with-me.html' title='wish upon the stars you&apos;ll be here with me'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3448386522040301137</id><published>2009-03-26T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:32:22.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You make me smile oh so widely. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScklzUNstuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Q2MirUKtAhY/s1600-h/email-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316822398617302754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScklzUNstuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Q2MirUKtAhY/s400/email-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang..........................................&lt;br /&gt;Baby............................................&lt;br /&gt;Honey..........................................&lt;br /&gt;Dear............................................&lt;br /&gt;Intan Payung i sorang.......................&lt;br /&gt;Dia lah i sayang sorang ni..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what i wanna say is can i request somthing for my birthday this year im sure i never ask for somthing before for my Bday...Wellhope you can grant my wish...you can"t pun take this as im just kidding.... well without further or due...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs Rezal(Zailisyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are the attachments for my Wishlist for my Bday.......&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy looking around finding sources for it.........&lt;br /&gt;i'll be glad and overjoy if you can achive this.......&lt;br /&gt;its not impossible anything can happen...you need just to believe....&lt;br /&gt;Well of course all the design are from Mr Kanye himself....&lt;br /&gt;Plus i knew you would like me in those cause you tend to get worry when im running out of it...&lt;br /&gt;So if you have any enquiry of problems feel free to consult me.... Thank you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuztyRez(Nursyahrezal)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScplmLRicOI/AAAAAAAAAuY/8iGyx_hRWnw/s1600-h/imagesCAXWVC78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317174016600076514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScplmLRicOI/AAAAAAAAAuY/8iGyx_hRWnw/s400/imagesCAXWVC78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScplmAUaejI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qCXTJctak6Q/s1600-h/imagesCASQ8GLM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317174013659347506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScplmAUaejI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qCXTJctak6Q/s400/imagesCASQ8GLM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Scpllre7Y4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/8-WS31jFlRs/s1600-h/imagesCAS3NPA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317174008066302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Scpllre7Y4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/8-WS31jFlRs/s400/imagesCAS3NPA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScpllrkIwYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2i0yqdJrfGg/s1600-h/imagesCARX5AN4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317174008088150402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScpllrkIwYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2i0yqdJrfGg/s400/imagesCARX5AN4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScplljKWPsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5FNFHsR0L9g/s1600-h/imagesCAP3X0O0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317174005832498882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScplljKWPsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5FNFHsR0L9g/s400/imagesCAP3X0O0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This tells me April approaching soon ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: happy 83th month hun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3448386522040301137?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3448386522040301137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3448386522040301137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3448386522040301137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3448386522040301137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-make-me-smile-oh-so-widely.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScklzUNstuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Q2MirUKtAhY/s72-c/email-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5386370201758096800</id><published>2009-03-19T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:03:20.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerico Rosales'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I often end up falling in love with you whenever you appeared right in front of me. (reads: tv screen) And when you left, (reads: show ended) your image keep appearing in my mind. I can't seem to forget you. I can't wait for the day to end, so the next day will come fast and we will meet again even if it's only for an hour long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScH7DFvoFrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uv3jbAkMSII/s1600-h/jerico+rosales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314805065774012082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScH7DFvoFrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uv3jbAkMSII/s400/jerico+rosales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScH7DGS6lII/AAAAAAAAAtg/6LyT6bs-dio/s1600-h/jerico+rosales-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314805065922024578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScH7DGS6lII/AAAAAAAAAtg/6LyT6bs-dio/s400/jerico+rosales-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh Echo, don't do this to me. You making me loosing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ps: i will see you soon, on Monday 12.30 pm at the usual place.&lt;br /&gt;psst: oh and please don't tell rezal about this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5386370201758096800?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5386370201758096800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5386370201758096800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5386370201758096800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5386370201758096800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-i-often-end-up-falling-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/ScH7DFvoFrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uv3jbAkMSII/s72-c/jerico+rosales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6987133034045135876</id><published>2009-03-17T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:45:46.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Sb-pRBnN2II/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MEsM2L-k2dU/s1600-h/shopaholic-a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Sb-pRBnN2II/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MEsM2L-k2dU/s400/shopaholic-a4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152195276265602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one want to catch this movie with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6987133034045135876?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6987133034045135876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6987133034045135876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6987133034045135876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6987133034045135876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/03/any-one-want-to-catch-this-movie-with.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/Sb-pRBnN2II/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MEsM2L-k2dU/s72-c/shopaholic-a4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5338878567025215624</id><published>2009-03-14T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:55:52.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skin. Hopefully, encourage to update entries in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5338878567025215624?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5338878567025215624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5338878567025215624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5338878567025215624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5338878567025215624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5479663203581258828</id><published>2009-01-29T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:47:31.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nak cium satu minggu. . .</title><content type='html'>I'm back. Back to work mode, or rather serious mode. Product training in the whole entire day today. More to refresher course to me, I am so in a restless and sleepy mode during the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something wake me up, a question asked by my manager when we're having break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: "isyah how was your trip?"&lt;br /&gt;Myself: "a good one, a relaxing one before Febuary comes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the best part when she continue questioning me. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: "You go with your boyfriend alone, or with your parents?"&lt;br /&gt;Myself: " Both parents and boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;M: "So isyah did you sleep with your boyfriend?"&lt;/em&gt;Then she go on saying, &lt;em&gt;"eh but you went with your parents right, so cannot do that huh. but but you guys must be sneaking up at night right.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to go &lt;em&gt;"OMG EVE, YOU HAVE A WILD IMAGINATION RUNNING THERE, SO NAUGHTY OF YOU"&lt;/em&gt;. Then she laugh. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to stop her from going on and on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5479663203581258828?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5479663203581258828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5479663203581258828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5479663203581258828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5479663203581258828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/01/nak-cium-satu-minggu.html' title='nak cium satu minggu. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2264726186759601841</id><published>2009-01-22T09:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:41:50.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm so gonna look forward to Friday. I bet you looking forward to it too. It's gonna be a long weekend. A super long weekend for me as I'll be on leave on Wednesday. I'll be across the causeway right after work tomorrow. I'll be celebrating the CNY and the 82 monthsary there. *chuckels* Though I have yet to buy gifts for Rezal, which I still don't have the time to do so. I felt guilty by the thought of it, cause he spent almost $1k for me as an advance gift for our 82 monthsary. I guess I have to do that right away after work today, say he pick his choice and I'll pay. ;) You can say I am absoloutely excited about this, at least a thought of something to look forward too before Febuary comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Febuary, I just want Febuary to come and ends quickly. I'm having events for the whole entire month. This is a major headache for me. But I have to thank my manager, haha she re-schedule the event training as she knows I'm so looking forward to this trip of mine. Quoted her say, " I re-scehdule the training, because &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; is going for a holiday and only be back on thursday. " What do I do when she said that, I look at her and I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Febuary thoughts can wait. Now now, how to look forward for Friday if I have not even start packing. Yes hun, packing for what to put on during holidays is a hussle for ladies ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh abah started packing for the first aid kit first as usual, since I was small up till now. He gets so worried if anyone of us fall sick during our trip. And mak, she wait for me to start packing, then she'll do hers. She have the same problem as her daughter, finding what to put on during the holidays. [like mother like daugther]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to all my Chinese Friends Happy New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the non chinese, Happy Weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ps: hun, balik kerja cepat sikit eh jangan lambat tau ambik i. thank you.&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/27728470-2264726186759601841?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2264726186759601841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2264726186759601841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2264726186759601841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2264726186759601841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6922319496980277443</id><published>2009-01-21T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:07:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan kau bimbang sayang&lt;br /&gt;di mana ku berada&lt;br /&gt;dengan siapa ku bersama&lt;br /&gt;jangan bimbang&lt;br /&gt;ku tetap&lt;br /&gt;kau yang punya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertukar pandangan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;senyum bersalaman ke sekadar berkawan&lt;br /&gt;dan bila cinta dah mula berputik ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tak tidur malam angan-angan jadi pasangan&lt;br /&gt;dah menjadi kenyataan yang nyatanya, telah banyak kita harung&lt;br /&gt;adakalanya rasa bebas, kadangkala terkurung kita pernah berpisah dan kembali&lt;br /&gt;berpisah dan kembali kembali kerna pengorbananmu kuhargai&lt;br /&gt;hilang separa masa bersama keluarga teman-teman huru-hara tiada lagi, tata, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;tiada lagi huhu haha jadi sebagai gantinya lagu ni kau yang punya&lt;br /&gt;yang kau nyanyikan, aku nyanyi juga tak sempurna, tapi ku kan tetap coba&lt;br /&gt;dan janji-janjimu kujanji juga, yup kini kau dalam duniaku macam hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerjaku memang kejam punca matamu tak boleh kejam&lt;br /&gt;bermalam, bukan berjam dimana? dengan siapa kubersama?&lt;br /&gt;berpeluh, bertenaga dengan mic ku berasmara yang lihat masih menjerit, si genit masih mengenyit bungkusan dilontar sepuluh digit masih terselit&lt;br /&gt;nah, tidak teruja, mungkin sudah tua tiada lagi show, kemudian after party&lt;br /&gt;tiada lagi party, kemudian hotel lobi yang lain masih berpesta&lt;br /&gt;biarkan saja mereka, mereka masih muda aku ditelefon kalau tak disisimu&lt;br /&gt;dan kalau dengar suara, itu tv atau lagu jangan bimbang tiada siapa bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;dan jangan bimbang kalau tiada yang berlaku nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu fakta, dua penipuan yang pertama kita ambil, dua buang&lt;br /&gt;kenapa mengeluh? dengar cerita lagi, dah jenuh berkali-kali&lt;br /&gt;komplikasi dalam komunikasi jadi konfrontasi mulut orang perosak reputasi, pembunuh motivasi mereka pakar fabrikasi, modifikasi&lt;br /&gt;di depan senyum, belakang dengki yang cemburu mungkin teman kita sendiri&lt;br /&gt;siapa tahu? peduli, kita dah semuanya bersama&lt;br /&gt;dah senang bersama, dah susah pun bersama ketawa bersama, menangis bersama&lt;br /&gt;kubersumpah harap kita mati pun bersama ke akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhanya punya kau dan hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kujuga bimbang sayang di mana kau berada&lt;br /&gt;dengan siapa kau bersama jangan lupa&lt;br /&gt;kau tetapku yang punya&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/27728470-6922319496980277443?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6922319496980277443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6922319496980277443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6922319496980277443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6922319496980277443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/01/jangan-kau-bimbang-sayang-di-mana-ku.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6516030410262563918</id><published>2009-01-11T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:45:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Q'/><title type='text'>New member in the family...</title><content type='html'>Date 09.01.09, I gotten an anak.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very healthy baby girl. . And today, when I cuddled her in my arms she opened up her eyes, look at me ad gave me a small lovely smile. Her scent is like a drug to me, (mcm pernah aku dengar tapi di mana ya!) that I don't wish to let go. &lt;br /&gt;Welcome aboard baby Q F...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6516030410262563918?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6516030410262563918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6516030410262563918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6516030410262563918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6516030410262563918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-member-in-family.html' title='New member in the family...'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3489687123974085940</id><published>2009-01-03T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:59:47.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two thousand and nine'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. So it's been so long. No proper entry coming from me. Well, where should I begin. Oh yess the two thousand and nine of course. I was at the highway bridge at the stroke of midnight watching the fireworks sparkling in the air. As usual, Fireworks never failed to amuse me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution if you're asking me.  Maybe now that I've started working. Stablize my career path, starts saving, contribute back to my parents. Hmm and maybe getting engage or married? (Insyaallah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's working so far if you asking me. It's been a month past turning two months soon. I learnt and discover new things everyday well at least almost everyday. I learnt to get to know myself better too. My strength and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure working life was never easy. Never once it occur or crossed my mind saying working is easy. If I used to work under preassure with tight project schedule to submit reports or proposal in school. For working, the feeling of preassure is totally different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, you need to question yourself. Whether or not you are happy with what you doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downturn of economy - expect the unexpected. Yup. It speaks well for what happened at work yesterday late afternoon. But the question that makes me wonder, are they just using this tag lines even though they are not badly affected. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a blessing in disguised. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: a proper entry at last. :) nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3489687123974085940?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3489687123974085940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3489687123974085940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3489687123974085940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3489687123974085940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-270938574542484791</id><published>2008-12-26T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:52:31.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 81 monthsary to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26th Anniversary to my parents, which falls on 25th December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of pictures to updates. Just don't have the time. I was thinking should I close down this blog or not. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-270938574542484791?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/270938574542484791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=270938574542484791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/270938574542484791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/270938574542484791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-81-monthsary-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6707247509094712628</id><published>2008-12-15T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:41:06.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Opposites Attract. The film of vampire romance is swooningly incredible. Edward (Robert Pattinson) moves me. Makes me can't keep still on my seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needn't read TWILIGHT, Stephenie Meyer's best seller, to know where its secret pulses reside. Just see the movie version and listen to the reactions of the girls (which also include myself) in the theater. There's an audible shiver as I first spy the teen vampire Edwards Cullen. His impossibly gorgeous face caked in a mime's pallor, sitting in biology class next to young Bella Swan (who i wished it was me instead). When he holds an pple in his hands to present to her. His pale white face and red cherry kissable  lips gave me awestruck sigh. Like a teenager I felt inside me, falling in love to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SUZsQv-FN2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/t5upzYkXeUc/s1600-h/twilight-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SUZsQv-FN2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/t5upzYkXeUc/s400/twilight-e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280026648149047138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he tells Bella (who I imagine myself), "So the lion fell in love with the lamb." I was telling myself, " oh my god ! oh my god ! " And when he says "I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore." Under my breath I said the same exact word as what Bella said, " then don't ! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, the love scene in Bella's room. I shall not elaborate more. Just that, seriously Edward makes my knees goes weak. And I falling in Love with Love , Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like, chances of me hitting the cinema watching Edward again is Super High. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: even rezal agree with me about Edward's good looks. right hun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6707247509094712628?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6707247509094712628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6707247509094712628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6707247509094712628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6707247509094712628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SUZsQv-FN2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/t5upzYkXeUc/s72-c/twilight-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5036610559044356437</id><published>2008-11-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:58:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Thoughts Keeps You Alive. . .</title><content type='html'>Having a good thoughts makes you in a happy mood when you were in a happy moods, you tend to do happy things, even working seems fun when you're happy. One of the many reasons during weekdays that makes me happy is when Rezal will make his way to my work place and we went luch together. Like last Wednesday was our 80th Monthsary. Both Rezal and myself were too tired to have a so-called dinner celebration after work. So both Rezal and myself decide to meet up for lunch and had our celebration in a totally different way. At the same time, we had this sudden craving for Malay Traditional cuisine like Sambal Goreng, Daging Rendang excreta excreta. So during lunch time, Rezal made his way to come down to my work place and we headed straight to Hajah Maimunah at Jalan Pisang. Where else can you find the edible, tasty malay cuisine besides Hajah Maimunah. . . (this part i sound like a promoter) Ok, that's beside the point, but what I'm trying to say here is I had fun celebrating our 80th Monthsary in a totally different way. Where right after our meal, we made our way to grab a quick dessert somewhere at Arab Street and walk around the area. 1 hour past and work resume as per normal and I was grinning from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other happy thoughts can make you alive while working, is to look forward to Friday. Yes almost everybody in the office is shouting under their breath TGIF. And at the end of the working hours the weekend begins and meeting your favourite people to a kick start the weekend. Like last Friday, meeting my bimbs never failed to crack me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/STJu3gncIAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gq2zC7CjmnE/s1600-h/mixture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/STJu3gncIAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gq2zC7CjmnE/s400/mixture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274400013531488258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Mira's antics behaviour, which I don't think I should write it down here to what she have done. I don't want to blush her no more. By the time she reads this, I guess she'll be smiling to herself already thinking back what she had done. I leave it to her if she wants to explained what happened that evening. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then all this things that makes me happy during work, will be none other then the colleagues at work. Ju, my sidekick back at work. Oh not forgetting our "Kakak" eh Ju ;) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you want to know who I meet after work for last Friday? Ahem..Taufik Batisah. . .(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: entry on him soon. till then stay alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5036610559044356437?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5036610559044356437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5036610559044356437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5036610559044356437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5036610559044356437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-happy-thoughts-keeps-you-alive.html' title='Happy Happy Thoughts Keeps You Alive. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/STJu3gncIAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gq2zC7CjmnE/s72-c/mixture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6201491565629223033</id><published>2008-11-23T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:38:37.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like suddenly don't know what to say or compose a desend entry. Might be due to the tiredness is taking over me. So i guess visual entry like usual then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know is that, I make sure I make a point that I spent enough time with my parents as well with rezal before I officially started working. Oh remember I said rezal is being to secretive, well the reason being so, he gotten a gift for myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSlhlwE5tdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7cb8hNzkZDo/s1600-h/1-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271852140002391506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSlhlwE5tdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7cb8hNzkZDo/s400/1-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSlhl47CMYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/iuAv3xXvrjI/s1600-h/3-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271852142376923522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSlhl47CMYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/iuAv3xXvrjI/s400/3-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSlhmpDir4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/WMb4kVwqmo4/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271852155297509250" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSljxVYoQbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2HoAUY9gRtE/s400/10-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271854539906016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSljxcag5lI/AAAAAAAAAhc/n2hWYjpSdis/s400/9-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSliGeDG6II/AAAAAAAAAgc/LCelHpcvsn4/s1600-h/10-.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSliGAkQQtI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0vfovjq58RY/s1600-h/9-.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSli5B89TsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/X5tVE2vPuHw/s1600-h/16-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271853570730053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSli5B89TsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/X5tVE2vPuHw/s400/16-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSli45MfCVI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kfqAJ58u2oA/s1600-h/15-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271853568379259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSli45MfCVI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kfqAJ58u2oA/s400/15-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSli4_XUL5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/D54dHuivig8/s1600-h/14-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271853570035298194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSli4_XUL5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/D54dHuivig8/s400/14-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually many other things and stuff that we did beside eat-ing, supper-ing and shopp-ing but I think that can wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: 28th November 2008, please come fast. Not only because it falls on Friday. (well actully that's the first main point lah) But also, I can't wait to see TAUfik Batisah perform. Speaking of which, I guess tonight my dearest Kyn will be smiling while sleeping cause TAUfik is singing in her ears..hahah she bought Taufink's New CD already lah.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6201491565629223033?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6201491565629223033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6201491565629223033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6201491565629223033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6201491565629223033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-make-point-that-i-spent-enough-time.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SSlhlwE5tdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7cb8hNzkZDo/s72-c/1-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3586247449864054903</id><published>2008-11-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:40:42.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE SURVIVED day 2 in working life. Well, not quite working yet i'm still under going training for the past 2 days and tomorrow will be the last day of it.  Right after, that's when the bigger challenge came in. Insyaallah i will survive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak just said to me: "abih sekarang nak surf net pakai handphone aje ah tak larat nak on laptop"&lt;br /&gt;And I answed her while lying down next to her on her bed: "dah tak larat lagi lah mak"&lt;br /&gt;Then abah whose watching tv from the other room thought i had fallen asleep in his side of the bed called me out: "Isyah kalau dah ngantuk gi tidur."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You get the drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still lying down next to my mum on my dad's side of the bed as i'm typing this entry and i survive to post a descend entry for the purpose of updating. haha (macam kene paksa lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: proper entry on weekend only. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3586247449864054903?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3586247449864054903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3586247449864054903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3586247449864054903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3586247449864054903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-survived-day-2-in-working-life.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8934855732099773935</id><published>2008-11-16T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:56:37.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this feeling that today will be another special day for me. Not any ordinary going out spending time together.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what could it be? &lt;br /&gt;Rezal's is too secretive for the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Friday, accompanied mak for her shopping trips, where I'm caught with shopping too. We spend time together just the two of us. Laughing, crying (she is still being emotional about the whole situation about me starting work like real soon), cuddling etc etc etc. While later late in the evening the men came and join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, another spending time together as a family. (well not quite exactly) We went all the way to east. Accompanied abah for his company's annual dinner. (but families were not invited) Hence, the 3 of us had our dinner at the other side of the building. While waiting for abah, we look out for a place for dessert.  Later that night, we catched a midnight movie together. Well, what else Mr. Double O Seven of course. Applause for the movies more actions less Romance. (: I like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, would be the time spend simply just for the two of us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'll get into details if you like to know more (; &lt;br /&gt;pss: but this is good enough if you don't bother. &lt;br /&gt;psss: but somehow, i doubt that. especially to those whom may concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8934855732099773935?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8934855732099773935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8934855732099773935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8934855732099773935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8934855732099773935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-this-feeling-that-today-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-928050749922503545</id><published>2008-11-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:29:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you mak abah &amp; rezal (don't worry too much eh)</title><content type='html'>I sat for the interview for an 1 hour. I must said of all interviews that I've went. I screwed this particular one the most. I stammer in my talks. I can't answer the questions intelligently, back in my mind I was swearing to myself. Underneath the table my fingers wouldn't stop fidgeting upon the arrival of the thing call nervous. Well maybe because of all interviews that I went, I just came for the sake of appearing for the interview not because I'm keen on the job offer. And of all interviews that I've went (i  don't want to brag or anything) I got an offer for the position from them. But I declined every each and everyone of it. But for this particular one, I really like the job scope, it's a magazine company. And I really wanted to be in this industry. So that's why I'm like all panicking thinking about all the questions that's they gonna shoot at me. But when I started to calm myself, and regain my self confidence the talking getting deeper. Until the manager said, "to be honest, I am absolutely comfortable with you." And the most satisfying part of it, is when she said: "Well Zailisyah, welcome aboard." This is it. Me a working adult? Or am I imagining things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure Monday 17th November 2008 at 9.00 am a day for me to check if this is reality or my imagination.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bye Holidays :( &lt;br /&gt;Hello Income :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the same exact pharse that I gotten from Mak: "mak rasa isyah macam masih kecik lagi." And the very exact pharse coming from rezal: "you are the baby in the family ok, we all love and worried about you too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: mak jangan nangis nangis eh, jangan rindu rindu isyah tau. Isyah saayyaang mak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psss: yes people, my mum cry when she knows I'm starting work soon. she just couldn't belive i'm all grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love hugs and kisses *mucks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-928050749922503545?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/928050749922503545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=928050749922503545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/928050749922503545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/928050749922503545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-mak-abah-rezal-dont-worry.html' title='I love you mak abah &amp; rezal (don&apos;t worry too much eh)'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-333384112742851391</id><published>2008-11-07T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:38:03.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQIy83YBmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0yFy5gkc1SE/s1600-h/kanye_west%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQIy83YBmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0yFy5gkc1SE/s400/kanye_west%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265843535727822434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get it over and done with Kanye West Concert and start drooling on my next concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8th November&lt;/p align&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQHZ1VGgCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bfzKBlefXD8/s1600-h/anuar+zain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQHZ1VGgCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bfzKBlefXD8/s400/anuar+zain.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265842004696662050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuar Zain&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;13th November&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQJwIGIESI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fmNBZSpo6JM/s1600-h/rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQJwIGIESI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fmNBZSpo6JM/s400/rihanna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265844586714501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;25th November&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQIoj6MCKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Oix0RblSo7Q/s1600-h/Kylie_Minogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQIoj6MCKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Oix0RblSo7Q/s400/Kylie_Minogue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265843357230041250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kylie Minogue&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;28th November&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQJF4cu99I/AAAAAAAAAd4/tVI3gxBsH-Y/s1600-h/tb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQJF4cu99I/AAAAAAAAAd4/tVI3gxBsH-Y/s400/tb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265843860959852498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taufik Batisah&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-333384112742851391?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/333384112742851391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=333384112742851391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/333384112742851391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/333384112742851391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/11/concert.html' title='Concert.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SRQIy83YBmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0yFy5gkc1SE/s72-c/kanye_west%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5818767914623408742</id><published>2008-11-01T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:15:48.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>The Man who wore RED Pants to sing part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;So Kanye puts on RED pants during his performance and still looking oh so good. And I admire that. Sadly the videos quality wasn't so good as seeing him live on stage performing. Nevertheless, here are some of the vidoes that we managed to capture with slightly better quality. But please, please please please pardon with the shakey trembling hands of ours that due to either we're dancing and holding the camera at the same time or we're taking turns to hold the camera. (bare in mind one hand holding the camera and the other up in the air) Pradon us once again if there's a very loud annoying and very irritating voice in the background &lt;s&gt;singing&lt;/s&gt; screaming to the songs. Mostly coming from ahem rezal.(opps sorry hun)With that I leave you to view this videos. :) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/isyah/KanyeWestConcert049.flv"&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/isyah/KanyeWestConcert051.flv"&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/isyah/KanyeWestConcert046.flv"&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: as you can clearly see that some parts of it we just have to swich off our camera, to do the neccessary thing like concentrating on our &lt;s&gt;singing&lt;/s&gt; screaming and dancing ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5818767914623408742?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5818767914623408742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5818767914623408742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5818767914623408742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5818767914623408742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-who-wore-red-pants-to-sing-part-2.html' title='The Man who wore RED Pants to sing part 2.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8581591436035876752</id><published>2008-10-30T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:48:26.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>The Man sings with a RED pants on.</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning with a sore voice and still in a state of slightly deaf. Unlike yesterday, where we goes WHAT?!? HUH?!? Not forgetting the aching legs for standing almost through out the entire 2 hrs. It's not that we don't want to sit. Well, can I put it as the temptation wasn't there when we're looking at the seats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrnFYb7lyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aaflOi52G0o/s1600-h/Kanye+West+Concert+004-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrnFYb7lyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aaflOi52G0o/s400/Kanye+West+Concert+004-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263273194180810530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down side of it, the man only appears 1 hr later where the time stated in the tickets was at 8.00 pm where before that we had to rush over to the indoor stadium taking a cab and skipping our dinner thinking we're gonna be late. With a growling stomach that filled with hunger, especially for Rezal who just knock off from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrpa-EDLnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kP-fbpzK4jY/s1600-h/Kanye+West+Concert+011-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrpa-EDLnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kP-fbpzK4jY/s400/Kanye+West+Concert+011-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263275764081700466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as Kanye made his apperance everything else had been forgotten, everyone just stood up from their sit and started cheering, shouting, screaming and dancing. Without we knowing 2 hrs had past, the show had ended. And we feeling all hungry all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted with qamarul and mira and seacrh for abah's car, he is so kind enough to pick us up. and we settled down at Adam Road and where we finally had our stomach filled at 11.45 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrs6ysBBQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/JIxishZ_7Pk/s1600-h/Kanye+West+Concert+035-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrs6ysBBQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/JIxishZ_7Pk/s400/Kanye+West+Concert+035-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263279609318802690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrvaVa35MI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/urLan73BM1o/s1600-h/Kanye+West+Concert+038-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrvaVa35MI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/urLan73BM1o/s400/Kanye+West+Concert+038-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263282350241342658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well everything else is history. . . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: videos next up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8581591436035876752?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8581591436035876752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8581591436035876752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8581591436035876752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8581591436035876752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-sings-with-red-pants-on.html' title='The Man sings with a RED pants on.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQrnFYb7lyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aaflOi52G0o/s72-c/Kanye+West+Concert+004-E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-588096986362743037</id><published>2008-10-29T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:16:34.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entrée visuelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Le 25 octobre 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdczo9TzkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/GPvnFSZQEpY/s1600-h/SL370016-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276731843366466" style="WIDTH: 298px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdczRqHNnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/K_eprtMtVvA/s400/SL370020-E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdczLH-RJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/l2W1EReGBMc/s1600-h/SL370010-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276723835028626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdczLH-RJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/l2W1EReGBMc/s400/SL370010-E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdY8sBXoyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/OZcuu7SD85o/s1600-h/SL370021-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdY8h40POI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YGyxNlYW5eA/s1600-h/SL370014-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdY8RCZRBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/wYOi0WrwOAU/s1600-h/SL370020-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdZfC2aPCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ZeaoKeXC2oY/s1600-h/SL370016-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdZfJ8MqDI/AAAAAAAAAao/WA28YanDEgc/s1600-h/SL370028-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdZem_1xhI/AAAAAAAAAag/0g4lY2zOciE/s1600-h/SL370036-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdZenQPQOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HrX_XmOkKQM/s1600-h/SL370023-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeJEGl3zI/AAAAAAAAAb4/nltKOd6c7U0/s1600-h/SL370036-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeJEGl3zI/AAAAAAAAAb4/nltKOd6c7U0/s400/SL370036-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262278199418937138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeIoq5keI/AAAAAAAAAbw/P7_ZXsrPixg/s1600-h/SL370028-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeIoq5keI/AAAAAAAAAbw/P7_ZXsrPixg/s400/SL370028-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262278192055030242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeHkpHQrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9wZ-AazygCw/s1600-h/SL370023-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeHkpHQrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9wZ-AazygCw/s400/SL370023-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262278173793927858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le 26 octobre 2008&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amuse me, &amp; made me smile when I saw what's written on the receipt when I had supper at Mcdonalds. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeJXd0CtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/J26HsR0b7hY/s1600-h/SL370038-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdeJXd0CtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/J26HsR0b7hY/s400/SL370038-E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262278204616608466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdhLSj-AVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HUPrwN2zCpA/s1600-h/SL370059-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdhLSj-AVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HUPrwN2zCpA/s400/SL370059-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262281536194871634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdhLAByouI/AAAAAAAAAco/iJneAtJPick/s1600-h/-RZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdhLAByouI/AAAAAAAAAco/iJneAtJPick/s400/-RZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262281531219682018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Il y a toujours plus de photos mais je crois que l'on peut attendre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : Concert d'Ouest de Kanye demain soir! Weee .. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: how's my french&lt;s&gt;kiss&lt;/s&gt;? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-588096986362743037?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/588096986362743037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=588096986362743037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/588096986362743037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/588096986362743037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/10/visual-entry.html' title='entrée visuelle'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQdczo9TzkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/GPvnFSZQEpY/s72-c/SL370016-E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3828050023507898622</id><published>2008-10-28T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:53:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy. . .</title><content type='html'>Hey Fellas, it's abt time you'll listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;lyrics are charming for your thick skull and big egos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/CJZsAqC8jo/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/CJZsAqC8jo/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="330" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/beyonce/video/fW-ZgFKR/beyonce_if_i_were_a_boy_music_video/"&gt;If I Were A Boy - Beyonce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I were a boy, even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys, and chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted and I'd never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause they stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy, I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken so they think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first and make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful, waiting for me to come home&lt;br /&gt;To come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand, oh-oh-oohh-oh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake, think I'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand (yea, you don't understand, oh!)&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Because you've taken her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3828050023507898622?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3828050023507898622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3828050023507898622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3828050023507898622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3828050023507898622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A Boy. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3915120893619660980</id><published>2008-10-27T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:22:05.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A kick start. . .</title><content type='html'>Did you saw the firework down at Little India. &lt;br /&gt;It was Awww...Fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;A great start to celebrate Deepavali. &lt;br /&gt;To see &lt;i&gt;bangla&lt;/i&gt; dancing at the sidewalk along the street with the great music pumping at the background is priceless. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, eating away ROTI PRATA TELUR in the middle of the night at 12.30 is fattening. Before that a mouthful of &lt;i&gt;Siew Mai&lt;/i&gt; and alot alot of sweetening food at Kyn's DeepaRaya Open House is amazing. Right after that, Thai Chiken Rice while watching this mystery show at &lt;i&gt;OKTO&lt;/i&gt; is ____. Not to mention my Saturday evening, pre-celebration of Mira's birthday celebration with an earthquake from Swensen, quake my stomach. Oh not forgetting where Rezal and myself have a change in our taste bud where we have sudden craving for Ya Kun Toast dip with hot warm chocholate for our 78th Monthsary Date. All this makes me rounder down there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a kick start abah said let's do this as a family activity. Car Washing hahah. Well, at least it can start as a warm up to the body kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates and pictures soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: do you think you're old enough to think like an adult. Think again you have a brain like a child. Your age and your brain doesn't suits you. Pity you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3915120893619660980?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3915120893619660980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3915120893619660980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3915120893619660980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3915120893619660980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/10/kick-start.html' title='A kick start. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8354275214484222122</id><published>2008-10-23T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:03:59.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not to late right...</title><content type='html'>Not to late for me to wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya To All&lt;br /&gt;Muslimin dan Muslimat&lt;br /&gt;Minal Aidil Walfaizin&lt;br /&gt;Mohon Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas dari kami;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQA6Og8mXKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fmXWZOeCNqg/s1600-h/i%26r-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260268385805425826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQA6Og8mXKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fmXWZOeCNqg/s400/i%26r-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muhammad Nursyahrezal Ghazali dan Zailisyah Zulkifli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year, with all the global warming happening around the world&lt;br /&gt;we hope by putting on &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it helps. (haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th October 2008, for the very first time after knowing each and everyone of them for 3 to 4 years this is our first time jalan raya together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQA6OktKBjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/hK-iqOOBXcA/s1600-h/RAYA-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260268386814395954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQA6OktKBjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/hK-iqOOBXcA/s400/RAYA-E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: at least I update something kan kan. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8354275214484222122?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8354275214484222122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8354275214484222122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8354275214484222122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8354275214484222122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-not-to-late-right.html' title='Still not to late right...'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SQA6Og8mXKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fmXWZOeCNqg/s72-c/i%26r-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8832516700089577668</id><published>2008-09-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:39:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONTHSARYBIRTH</title><content type='html'>Today marks the date where i value the most. Today isn't just the normal 26th of the month where we will usually wish each other Happy Monthsary Syg! But, today at this very date our monthsary falls on Abah Birthday! :) Yup. I am absolutely happy about it. Well, I cannot help but to have this feeling that this is not any coincidence but a miracle. It's like the relationship is being bless, when it falls on the same date on either one of your parents birthday. Oh well it's just me and my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know is that, the parents know how strong our relationship stands all this years. Abah told me when we're in the car the other day, right after sending Rezal off to work after iftar. He said: "Abah tengok rezal dengan kau ni kuat, macam macam yang dah berlaku tapi korang dua orang masih boleh bertahan." All I did was smile and drifted dreaming away. Back in my mind recalling back all those tough moments that rezal and myself have been through. Not forgetting the good ones too. Oh well, who would have thought we could come this far. No one does, neither do us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Jadi Abah.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dipanjangkan umur, dimurahkan rezeki, diberikan kesihatan, dijauhi dari sebarang penyakit penyakit bahaya. Insyaallah. Amin Ya Raabal Al-amin. (present postponed eh hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 77th Months Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga apa yang kita hajatkan tercapai hendaknya. Dengan berkat usaha kita dengan keinginan NYA. Tiada apa yang mustahil. Insyaallah. Amin Ya Raabal Al-amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ting ! (we shall meet up soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: pardon with no visual for today's entry. the phone does the job today not the lappy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8832516700089577668?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8832516700089577668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8832516700089577668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8832516700089577668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8832516700089577668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/monthsarybirth.html' title='MONTHSARYBIRTH'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6791554698618884697</id><published>2008-09-16T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:39:54.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allhamdullilah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The air-con was on to it's minimum temperature accompanied by the fan blowing my hair yet my hands and feet's are soaking wet. I'm having cold sweats. Exam results at the stroke of midnight. But it's all good now. :) &lt;i&gt;Allhamdullilah Syukur.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I guess this is it. I'm a graduate now. A mix of feeling I have here. I remember mother said the other day: "it feels so sad when my daughter is no longer a school girl. that shows she's a grown up now." And then, tears starts running down her cheeks. Gosh. I'll be stepping into the working world soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not to think about that first. At least let the carefree moment sinked in my mind, my soul, my entire body. Let me at least enjoy this lovely feeling for a moment, i promise i won't take long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SM6nqDHvQ7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/yUdwIlU7DcI/s1600-h/Satellite.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SM6nqDHvQ7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/yUdwIlU7DcI/s400/Satellite.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246314956767314866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Since it's been reschedule from 19th September to 29th October. I guess &lt;s&gt;I'll&lt;/s&gt; We'll be there for sure. So Kanye West here we come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe holiday vacation after that? Yes Abah, I heard you've made plans already. I'm all ready for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Sorry mak and abah, to wake you up to inform you about my result.&lt;br /&gt;pss: Sorry hun, to call you while you are busy at work to infrom you about my result.&lt;br /&gt;psss: Sorry Kyn, to text you while you were sleeping to inform you about my result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6791554698618884697?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6791554698618884697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6791554698618884697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6791554698618884697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6791554698618884697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/allhamdullilah.html' title='Allhamdullilah.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SM6nqDHvQ7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/yUdwIlU7DcI/s72-c/Satellite.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7729094934072860517</id><published>2008-09-15T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:10:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the inner souls speaks and the usual rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Harini kesabaran aku diuji. Rasanya, ibadah puasa harini macam sia sia aje. Aku gagal mengawal nafsu marah. Aku gagal mengawal perasaan berang. Aku gagal untuk besabar. Kalimah &lt;i&gt;Istifar&lt;/i&gt; yang berulang kali aku ucapkan di lubuk hati tak memberi kesan. Malah marah aku memuncak hingga mak harus tenang kan diri aku.  Akhirnya, air mata yang berjujuran itu membuat aku reda seketika. Dengan tagisan itu, ia mencerminkan kemarahan yang teramat sangat. Sudah agak lama aku tak menangis sebegitu. Terasa lega bila selesai menangis. Ya &lt;i&gt;Allah&lt;/i&gt;, ujian yang kamu berikan pada aku harini, aku gagal untuk menyempurnakan ibadah aku. Hanya engkau yang maha mengetahui dan maha pengampun. &lt;i&gt;Amin Amin Amin. Ya Rabbal Alamin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok aside with the inner soul speaking. Credits to my malay vocab. Quite fantabulous there I must say. (ok this part so not shy hehe) Today, starting of our 3rd week of &lt;i&gt;ramadan&lt;/i&gt; it's fast isn't it. I love &lt;i&gt;ramadan&lt;/i&gt; and super love shopping for the festive. But, I'm not too keen or shall I said excited for Raya. I think it's just normal when you start growing up, Raya just don't seem to excite you any more. But when it comes to shopping for Raya, it's a different story, infact I am looking forward to the shopping more then the Raya routine of visiting haha. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, shopping for Raya, is the only time when you get to see Men=Man=Lelaki never complained doing shopping with the Women=Woman=Perempuan. Infact, they helped to give in their opinion, help to choose what's good, what's pretty etcetera etcetera etcetera. No? You see, my Abah here for example for the past 2 weeks he never once complained or make a big fuss over shopping trips which resulting to damaging his pockets. Infact, he insist on us buying a few more when we (mum and myself) don't wish to buy. Well, according to him: "Once a year aje we purchase more then the usual spending." I cannot help but to agree. Not every month mum or myself made a huge damage in the bank account and abah's pocket. Only for this once in a year routine trips to Geylang, Arab Street, Ikea and many more other shopping center that I've been to, had made quite a big damage not only in Abah's pocket, but also my own bank account. Oh and not forgetting, rezal's pocket too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say, if I tell ya I bought 3 pairs of heels in total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: confirm kyn shake her head and says: "I can see you really need to rent one stall in the flee market soon isyah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slap forehead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7729094934072860517?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7729094934072860517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7729094934072860517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7729094934072860517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7729094934072860517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/inner-souls-speaks.html' title='the inner souls speaks and the usual rant.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8133725473885048265</id><published>2008-09-10T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:22:12.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky i'm in love with my bestfriend. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMbMvoioLVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qE8H_7VkvSM/s1600-h/collage1-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMbMvoioLVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qE8H_7VkvSM/s400/collage1-e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244103934828096850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this &lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss &lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8133725473885048265?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8133725473885048265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8133725473885048265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8133725473885048265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8133725473885048265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/lucky-im-in-love-with-my-bestfriend.html' title='Lucky i&apos;m in love with my bestfriend. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMbMvoioLVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qE8H_7VkvSM/s72-c/collage1-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8713105895263920856</id><published>2008-09-08T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:39:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a safe entry to talk about food during ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Month of Ramadan falls during holidays are heaven I'm telling you. Well, at least let me enjoy these holidays before stepping into the working world which gonna take place anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's aside. Ever since holiday and I have been staying at home most of my days, mother is more then happy for there is someone to talk to, to laugh with and not forgetting someone to help her cooking. And the benefits I'm gaining when helping. I learnt how to cook. Well cooking simple desserts like caramel custard, meals like spaghetti, fried rice, fried mee those things are simple. I called it the beginner stage. Yet now, it's safe to said that I'm stepping into the intermediate stage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday for an example I help and learnt to cook;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTg13928UI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7HGJIduT8Gs/s1600-h/MasakMerah-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243563082327191874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTg13928UI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7HGJIduT8Gs/s400/MasakMerah-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ayam Masak Merah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, a simple dish that I learnt to cook;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMThpsPzC9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/YGGZg87vC1M/s1600-h/sotongmasakhitam-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243563972534406098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMThpsPzC9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/YGGZg87vC1M/s400/sotongmasakhitam-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sotong Masak Hitam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next mission most probably tomorrow I shall try dessert. I've gotten a recipe and eager to try this out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTiV1mv-cI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8N4H_agagyc/s1600-h/fruittart-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243564730960837058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTiV1mv-cI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8N4H_agagyc/s400/fruittart-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather then the usual dessert;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTjCaOEwcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vOneBnHTRe8/s1600-h/custardcaramel-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243565496703697346" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="275" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTjCaOEwcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vOneBnHTRe8/s400/custardcaramel-e.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTjCcuEOSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pqYa-XhAvbo/s1600-h/custardcaramel2-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243565497374751010" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="215" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTjCcuEOSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pqYa-XhAvbo/s400/custardcaramel2-e.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="Center"&gt;Caramel Custard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: after cooking all those dishes, I manage to scoop out some the reviews from the judges who is famous at tasting good foods (reads: abah and rezal)they gives me two thumbs up :)*chuckels*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8713105895263920856?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8713105895263920856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8713105895263920856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8713105895263920856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8713105895263920856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-safe-entry-to-talk-about-food.html' title='It&apos;s a safe entry to talk about food during ramadan'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SMTg13928UI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7HGJIduT8Gs/s72-c/MasakMerah-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2598994744045990606</id><published>2008-09-03T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:45:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solely for you. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This part of the entry is exclusively made for you Muhammad Nursyahrezal. Without you realised, last Saturday outing many pictures of YOU were captured instead of us or myself. Simply because like I said, it's been so long since I last see your happy face. Like a school boy, a teenage boy that I once knew 8 years ago all that kiddy, goofy yet charming characters was what I saw all in you once again last Saturday. Like I said, to achieve the point of happiness is priceless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SL5S7e1gBNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UgOe317U2Y8/s1600-h/rezal-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241718198149055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SL5S7e1gBNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UgOe317U2Y8/s400/rezal-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And without you realised also, some part of our conversation were captured as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s27.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/isyah/rezalinaction.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Done. All I can say now is, thank you for loving me and being part of my life. Now, Forever, Alaways Till Death Do Us Apart. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you Muhammad Nursyahrezal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: I just &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to ask you a million dollar questions kan? right from the first day you know me. (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;pss: oh yes we went &lt;a href="http://www.maxbrenner.com/"&gt;max and brenner&lt;/a&gt; once again, to satisfy &lt;s&gt;our&lt;/s&gt; his cravings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-2598994744045990606?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2598994744045990606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2598994744045990606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2598994744045990606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2598994744045990606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/solely-for-you.html' title='Solely for you. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SL5S7e1gBNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UgOe317U2Y8/s72-c/rezal-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-83491723713687768</id><published>2008-09-01T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:18:10.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've tried to upload pictures but the system is having some problems so the pictures are no where to be found in my blog. Maybe I should try again later. But meanwhile, today mark the first day of ramadan. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allhamdulliah&lt;/i&gt; and thank you &lt;i&gt;Allah&lt;/i&gt;. For giving the breath and giving me the chance as I am still here able to &lt;i&gt;beribadah&lt;/i&gt; on this very meanfull month for us.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, to YOU whom i will be meeting this coming Friday to &lt;i&gt;Iftar&lt;/i&gt; together, am so looking forward to the day. Simply because, not only this is our first time doing this together but also we missies each other so much. There is so much to share and to talk about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: can't wait to meet YOU. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-83491723713687768?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/83491723713687768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=83491723713687768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/83491723713687768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/83491723713687768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8192080012962263244</id><published>2008-09-01T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:55:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in our playlist. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Hun, just to let you know that. . .&lt;br /&gt;(well,the reason can wait till you watched all this videos first.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YXVJW2naY0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YXVJW2naY0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lt7u1K_kdbg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lt7u1K_kdbg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vm_PT7wBiJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vm_PT7wBiJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_CJZPnYaCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_CJZPnYaCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you know the reason behind all this music and videos hun? I just want you to know how much you meant to me. And I &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; hate you. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8192080012962263244?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8192080012962263244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8192080012962263244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8192080012962263244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8192080012962263244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-in-our-playlist.html' title='What&apos;s in our playlist. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8021044298152213789</id><published>2008-09-01T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:27:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My saturday was spent. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, the interview went well. It wasn't that formal as I thought or imagined it could be. It was a relax and calm one. Though the beginning of the day wasn't a calm one. I was late for the interview. (like what's new from isyah haha) I admit,this time around it was my bad. I slept at 4 am in the morning before the interview, so end up am having trouble waking up for the morning call. I called up the interviewer and told that I'll be there at 10.30 instead of 10 and was told it's perfectly fine with. And once I reached there (amazingly on time 10.30 sharp at the doorstep) he was amazed and the first question he asked me when I step into his office was, " you came with a bike? is that your boyfriend?" hahah.. After much of questions here and there, the question will still lead back to rezal. He asked if,Rezal finished his NS and looking for job at the moment. So I answered him, oh yes my friend followed my answering his questions. You see, I am so used to call rezal as a friend so some part of the conversation I will refer to rezal as a "my friend" and pointing my finger at rezal. But the interviewer will rephrase it "oh you mean your boyfriend" haha. Then I will goes, yes my boyfriend. I felt, he is much interested in rezal lah. The interview, even asked for my permission if he can interview rezal. (haha i don't know if i should be jealous or laughing about this, and for your info my interviewer is a male in case you didn't noticed the "he" up there) I am perfectly fine if his interested in rezal ;) (hey, i mean if he got a job offer for rezal as well lah, you all think other things right naughty naughty..)But sadly, my friend is a hands on type of guy lah. He prefer to work that need both knowledge and challenging skills. And so I told him that. The interviewer was a bit disappointed about it. So when I step out of the office, I cannot help but to notice he looked at rezal and smile. Oh gosh I cannot help but to keep giggling to myself about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once the interview ended I can't help but to &lt;i&gt;mengelistis&lt;/i&gt; myself to watch the view of the whole of Singapore river, Clark quay area from the very tall building. After resting for a moment at the lobby, we made our way to sight seeing the from whole entire morning till late afternoon, I felt like a tourist yesterday. No doubt about the tiredness imagining both rezal and myself only slept for approximately 3 hours but the energy we both had was amazing. It's been so long since we last done that such things together. And the feeling to describe is priceless. The look on rezal face to look at his happy face, priceless. To hug rezal on the bright sunny day, priceless. Everything else was priceless. Absolutely priceless. When we really really felt oh so tired, we decide to make our way home, but the parents called up and invited us to join them for meal together so we headed to little India in search for the nicest Indian brayani. Oh I must mention here as well that, both rezal and myself changed into our shorts and we then headed to the badminton court and played badminton later that night. Yup. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'll be posting some pictures soon aight. So stop complaining ok rezal sayang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8021044298152213789?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8021044298152213789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8021044298152213789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8021044298152213789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8021044298152213789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-saturday-was-spent.html' title='My saturday was spent. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7354373278448029753</id><published>2008-08-30T03:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:48:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise with me baby. . .</title><content type='html'>Baby tonite&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;Everything right Do what you must&lt;br /&gt;And inch by inch we grow closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;To every lil part of each other&lt;br /&gt;Let the music take your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just release and you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want it, you got it forever&lt;br /&gt;I could just stay here beside you and love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Let the music take your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just release and you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruise with me baby&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we're cruisin together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7354373278448029753?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7354373278448029753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7354373278448029753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7354373278448029753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7354373278448029753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/cruise-with-me-baby.html' title='Cruise with me baby. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-4202674958049247476</id><published>2008-08-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:46:57.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first step. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I didn't stammer, fumble during my interview tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish Me Luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-4202674958049247476?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/4202674958049247476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=4202674958049247476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4202674958049247476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4202674958049247476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-step.html' title='The first step. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-610674441174540386</id><published>2008-08-28T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:47:39.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aimless entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Been log-in to the blogger countless time, been staring at the posting page for hours then my fingers just fiddle to the mouse pad and click to the template page and decide to change it again. As a result, I changed my blog skins twice. haha.. And still no proper entry coming from me. I guess my brains when totally on a switched off mode instead of stand by mode right after the projects and exams ended. So they are now totally blanked and not knowing what to type in here. But, what I do remember was the other time how I was super excited when rezal and my exam period ended at the same date and I've decide to celebrate it and surprise him on this coming 30th on the weekend. But, all that have to be cancel now. Rezal have been working night shift again and I have a hard time to sleep whenever that happened. Though his schedule wasn't so packed like before since &lt;s&gt;he had finished his&lt;/s&gt; we had finished all our modules and all &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; we need to do now is to wait for &lt;s&gt;his&lt;/s&gt; our exam results. But still him working at night shift is a pain in a$$ for me. (notice the $$ sign, i did it on purpose yes dear i can't deny it i know it's good money) But I super don't like lah especially when we are in the process of making plan or already made planned. Everything now is haywire. hmmpf! But I must thanked you for taking up some of your sleeping and resting time for you to spent it with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SLbYAWjOc-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/hE9XEAvUV1U/s1600-h/SL372016-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239612717057078242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SLbYAWjOc-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/hE9XEAvUV1U/s400/SL372016-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you wondering why is he holding on to a torch light. Well we were havingour late night picnic. And it's close to midnight,so he with his ideas of exploring while i just sit quietly enjoying the sound of the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, thanks love I appreciate it. I should end here now, I wanna read up the Men's Health magazine or more to stare at David Beckham hot body and omg drop dead gorgeous face till i fall asleep. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-610674441174540386?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/610674441174540386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=610674441174540386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/610674441174540386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/610674441174540386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/aimless-entry.html' title='aimless entry'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SLbYAWjOc-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/hE9XEAvUV1U/s72-c/SL372016-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1549951460427488849</id><published>2008-08-26T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:49:09.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 76 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[love]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SLReB6nwojI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TWr3cmwPbUs/s1600-h/us76mnths-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238915653547631154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SLReB6nwojI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TWr3cmwPbUs/s400/us76mnths-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Jason Mraz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ps: happy 76 months love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1549951460427488849?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1549951460427488849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1549951460427488849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1549951460427488849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1549951460427488849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-76-months.html' title='Our 76 Months'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SLReB6nwojI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TWr3cmwPbUs/s72-c/us76mnths-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3926739656237516334</id><published>2008-08-18T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:52:00.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/froehlich/h090.gif" /&gt; [calm] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation with the Rezal awhile ago over the msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;i suggest the tank top for me and the suit for you.&lt;br /&gt;Rez says:&lt;br /&gt;oh you see it already... don't matter it comes in both...can i have it baby... please.....&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes..&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;since they have both i take the tank top one ok.&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;heheh..&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;i keep that copy...&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;oh and ya pls buy it soon cause i takut sold out..&lt;br /&gt;Rez says:&lt;br /&gt;get you own copy.......&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;noooooo....&lt;br /&gt;Rez says:&lt;br /&gt;bluek....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;wht's urs is mine wht's mine is urs remember..&lt;br /&gt;Rez says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... now over the years that sounds more like it...&lt;br /&gt;::. Peace of mind comes with simplicity .:: says:&lt;br /&gt;love you :)&lt;br /&gt;Rez says:&lt;br /&gt;love you tooo sayang very very much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha !! die die he don't want to share the copy with me (tak sangka you selfish eh!)I don't care I still want the tank top copy for my own safe keeping heheh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKhjIQtkvAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kPnk__T0APs/s1600-h/BeckhamMH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235543560394423298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKhjIQtkvAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kPnk__T0APs/s400/BeckhamMH1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKhjnZONp4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/RpaiH1JWY-M/s1600-h/BeckhamMH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235544095254751106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKhjnZONp4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/RpaiH1JWY-M/s400/BeckhamMH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps: see what i'm trying to emphasize down here. extra hot kan !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKhjIbeFTzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_BxONEw6XCc/s1600-h/BeckhamMH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3926739656237516334?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3926739656237516334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3926739656237516334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3926739656237516334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3926739656237516334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/extra-hot.html' title='extra hot!'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKhjIQtkvAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kPnk__T0APs/s72-c/BeckhamMH1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3899624634573052759</id><published>2008-08-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:07:50.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepet</title><content type='html'>I have watched Sepet countless time. I never get bored of it. At times, I imagined myself to be part of the story. At times, I imagined myself as being Orked. Every single part of the movie touch me oh so deeply. My personal favourite one will be love scenes, between Orked and Jason. Oh I found a few of my favourite part the movie from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=sepet&amp;search_type=&amp;aq=f"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you enjoy it the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKgHKi2uI5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/wj_9HcLNrzk/s1600-h/sepet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235442444554609554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKgHKi2uI5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/wj_9HcLNrzk/s400/sepet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVz9jTnDorQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVz9jTnDorQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCfSLZTx9S0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCfSLZTx9S0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xl47R4FoRAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xl47R4FoRAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found this in the creator of Sepet, puan &lt;a href="http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html"&gt;Yasmin&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The original script ending of "Sepet".&lt;br /&gt;54. Inside father’s car, on the way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum urges Orked to open the envelope. Orked takes out from the envelope, a letter and a cassette. She slips the cassette into the player and turns it on. Home recording piano solo of ‘Belaian Jiwa’ comes on. Orked is visibly moved by the song. She proceeds to open the letter. The music carries through over the next scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Same time. Ext. The road. (as per letter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear the music, and over it we hear Jason’s words in his letter to Orked. We see him putting on his helmet and getting on his bike. He begins his journey to Keong’s house. He smiles to himself and looks excited. He can’t wait to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON:&lt;br /&gt;My darling Orked. God is answering my prayers. Maggie has decided not to have the baby. She said she won’t destroy her future because of one stupid man. I guess that means me. Orked, I don’t want to talk about her anymore. I want to talk about us. I tried to write a poem in Mandarin about you. I wanted to make you understand how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the letter continues, we see Jason make a turn through some back alleys. We see some men in two cars catch sight of him, signal to each other, and start tailing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON: (continues)&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. I tried for days. The more I wrote, the more empty my words sounded. At first I felt panic. I couldn’t sleep for many nights. But then, the panic would go away everytime I saw your face, or just heard your voice. I used to write poetry because to me, it was like writing letters to God; to tell someone I couldn’t see, how I felt inside. Then finally, God replied. With a poem more beautiful than anything I had ever written. He gave me you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see one car follow Jason into the alley. Realising he’s being followed, Jason speeds towards the end of the alley. The other call pulls up on that side. Jason brakes. We see him flung through the air as the men come out of their cars, whip out their guns and open fire at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON:&lt;br /&gt;You are my poetry from God, Orked. Let me hear your voice. Please call me. I will be waiting. Just call me, Orked, so I can sleep peacefully again. Your sayang, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is lying on the ground. His body is bullet-ridden and bloody, but he’s still alive. He is breathing heavily and mutters something unintelligeable under his breath. His eyes just stare at the sky. As we move in closer to his face, we see a tear streaming down the side of his temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy steps out of a car. His head is partly wrapped in bandage. He walks up to Jason with a gun in his hand and puts the nozzle on one of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to far end of the alley as some policemen step out of their car just in time to see, from a distance, Jimmy hover over Jason’s body and pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Same time. (Continue scene 54) Inside Orked’s father’s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orked puts down the letter, puts her arms around her mother and cries her eyes out. Her mother looks to their father as if asking for his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father is visibly moved by the sincerity of his daughter’s tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He speaks loudly so as to be heard above his daughter’s weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABAHr:&lt;br /&gt;Look, I have a really bad feeling about all this. I don’t know how to put it in any other way, but I don’t like the idea of you going out with a boy involved with gangsters and who made a girl pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pauses for a moment to take a deep breath and organise his thoughts. Orked stops sobbing and listens. He continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABAH:&lt;br /&gt;You are my only child, Ked. All I want is for you to be safe and happy. Because I don’t know if I’ll be around long enough to see you through. I know jodoh is in God’s hands, and that as a human being, ultimately I have no idea what’s good and what’s not for you. But... I really, really don’t think this one particular boy is the right one for you. I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orked starts to sob quietly. Suddenly, mother looks at father as if she has just seen a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK:&lt;br /&gt;What did you just say, sayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABAH:&lt;br /&gt;What? I’m sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK:&lt;br /&gt;No, no. Before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABAH:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK:&lt;br /&gt;No. You said... I really, really don’t think this one particular boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK/ABAH (together):&lt;br /&gt;...is the right one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK:&lt;br /&gt;Those were the EXACT words aruah Abah said to me, when I told him that I wanted to marry you, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orked suddenly stops sobbing and mutters “Yin-fen” under her breath. Her mother turns around and speaks to Orked as calmly as she can, slowly and deliberately. She wipes the tears off her own face, then off Orked’s face, as she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK:&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me. I have been speaking to Jason many times over the phone these last few days. Yam too. He told us not to tell you. He also said that he wasn’t sure if you loved him because you never really said so. He’s still waiting for your call. My advice would be that if you really love him, this will be your last chance to tell him in a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orked looks at her mother in a way that could melt any heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORKED:&lt;br /&gt;Mak. Please may I borrow your phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Alley where Jason was shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gangsters have been handcuffed and are being ushered into Black Marias. Paramedics covers Jason’s body and carry it off on a stretcher. We see policemen talking to their walkie-talkies and we hear static and people taking from the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, a mobile phone rings. A policeman picks up Jason’s blood-stained pouch lying on the ground, opens it, and takes out the phone. He answers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to a far shot of the policeman talking to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Same time. Ext. Outside Keong’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keong is sitting in the hot sun, by the drain outside the family’s terrace house. He is waiting for Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks across the street and sees the little Chinese boy and the little Malay girl from Scene 1 in a playground, sharing a swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keong looks down at the cast on his arm. He sees Jason’s handwriting on it. Keong bends his arm a little to read it. It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm sorry. (signed) Jason.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Day. Int. Living room of jason’s shophouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up of Jason’s poetry book. It is open. We hear Jason’s voice start reading from the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON:&lt;br /&gt;Bless this little heart,&lt;br /&gt;this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;He loves the light of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;He loves the sight of his mother’s face.&lt;br /&gt;He has not learnt to hate the dust, and love the gold.&lt;br /&gt;Clasp him to your heart and bless him.&lt;br /&gt;He has come into this land of 100 crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;I know not how he chose you from the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;came to your door, grasped your hand to ask his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowly pull away from the book as Jason’s voice continues to read. As we go further from the book, we see that there’s no Jason, just his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON:&lt;br /&gt;He followed you, laughing and talking, without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Keep his trust, lead him straight, and bless him.&lt;br /&gt;Lay your hand on his head,&lt;br /&gt;and pray that though the waves beneath him grow&lt;br /&gt;threatening,&lt;br /&gt;yet the breath from above him will fill his sails and&lt;br /&gt;waft him to the haven of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull further until we reach Jason’s mother lying on the sofa. She’s sleeping peacefully. We close in on her face as Jason’s voice completes the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON:&lt;br /&gt;Forget him not in your hurry,&lt;br /&gt;let him come to your heart and bless him...&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to black. Roll credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the ending part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,as for now I need to return back to my mugging notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3899624634573052759?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3899624634573052759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3899624634573052759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3899624634573052759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3899624634573052759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/sepet.html' title='Sepet'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SKgHKi2uI5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/wj_9HcLNrzk/s72-c/sepet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7615878079350602534</id><published>2008-08-12T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:51:09.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advertistment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "5dbdfa677126ce7bf70596a30b24bdf1";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7615878079350602534?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7615878079350602534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7615878079350602534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7615878079350602534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7615878079350602534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/nuffnangbid-5dbdfa677126ce7bf70596a30b2.html' title='advertistment'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5557254297758418511</id><published>2008-08-11T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:20:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking  a break. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/m030.gif" /&gt;[relax]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay I play cheat. I'm suppose to mug for the upcoming Human resource paper but I went to switch on the lappy and start checking my mails. And start playing online sudoku puzzle. (did i mi spell the word?)(i can hear mum silent sigh when she saw me on the lappy already)Ok I promised I resume to my mugging right after dinner. Promise! Sungguh! (telling my mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I was checking through my emails and something struck me to do some surprise for rezal for our upcoming monthsary date. I guess it's about time for me to do that, it's been so long since the last time I gave him a surprise. And Plus, it's like celebrating the ending of &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; our exam (rezal's last paper is the same as mine 22th August 2008). Weee...I shall email the event organiser to get a full details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, the good news that makes me more semangat to prepare for exam and smile oh so widely. Rezal called just now when he had his break informing me he don't have to do night shift, the project don't need him during the nifht shift for now. Yeah (talking to the company: thanks eh, buat susah aje heheh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: hun, mark and make this date available for me ok. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;30th August 2008 @7pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got a surprise for ya. insyaallah. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5557254297758418511?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5557254297758418511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5557254297758418511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5557254297758418511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5557254297758418511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-break.html' title='taking  a break. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1645523744207387965</id><published>2008-08-07T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:04:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sacrifices he made. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got what I want. (:&lt;br /&gt;It feels so right to have you around.&lt;br /&gt;At least for one night, I don't feel miserable not being able to sleep cause I'm worrying too much about you out there. I can sleep peacefully tonight. Thanks love, for the time you put aside for me. I appreciate it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i like the song too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: night shift suck big time, i super super don't like ok. *bluek*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1645523744207387965?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1645523744207387965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1645523744207387965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1645523744207387965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1645523744207387965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/sacrifices-he-made.html' title='sacrifices he made. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8064015167544831482</id><published>2008-08-01T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:30:50.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagi yang gelap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst hun. . .&lt;br /&gt;Please take note of the &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;color&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lyrics. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VXDUsPBAYT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VXDUsPBAYT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/cimbuak/music/YA-yr5Lv/hujan_pagi_yang_gelap/"&gt;Pagi Yang Gelap - Hujan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justify&gt;Lebih tua dariku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harap sabar menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Kepulanganmu ku tunggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bukan&lt;/span&gt; maksudku mendiam&lt;br /&gt;Tiada niat menyimpan dendam&lt;br /&gt;Hakikatnya rindu yang mendalam&lt;br /&gt;Jalan ini kan membantu&lt;br /&gt;Hari esok siapa yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;Kata ibu dengar sahaja&lt;br /&gt;Cerita hanya kita berdua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pagi yang gelap&lt;br /&gt;Kini sudah terang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku adikmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau abang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aku amat merindui kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pagi yang gelap&lt;br /&gt;Kini sudah terang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku adikmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau abang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inginku ulang ke masa dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tak akan putus hubungan kita&lt;br /&gt;Tarik nafas lega kerna aku tak apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;Jalan ini kan membantu&lt;br /&gt;Hari esok siapa yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;Kata ibu dengar sahaja&lt;br /&gt;Cerita hanya kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time around this song can be related to us lah hun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8064015167544831482?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8064015167544831482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8064015167544831482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8064015167544831482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8064015167544831482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/08/pagi-yang-gelap_01.html' title='Pagi yang gelap'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1487002676794357403</id><published>2008-07-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:36:32.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 75 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I deserved to spare a little time in here, projects have taken &lt;s&gt;most&lt;/s&gt; all of my time. That explained the lack of updating. But one thing for sure that I never failed to look forward to the weekends. The weekends are the only time I make sure I don't touch any of my projects of school work unless under some unavoidable circumstances I have too. And during weekends, I'll make sure I'll do my catch up on the beauty sleep and regain all those lost energy during the weekdays. Besides that, I'll make sure I spent enough time with Hun and the parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Without failed they would always gonna to take me out, giving me nice delicious food to eat to fill up this empty stomach of mine where it usually goes empty when I forgotten about my lunch or too tired for my dinner during the weekdays. They would bring me out everywhere anywhere so that I could just simply enjoy without even thinking about school in a slight second. As for Hun, he make sure I free my mind when we're out with his antics behaviour and jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every Sunday, where I usually prefer to just stay at home and be prepare for the next day. He usually said to me: "No no it's still the weekend." Then he would bring me out to catch the latest movie. So, every Sunday he would usually asked me: "So baby, what movie do you wanna watch today?" So that explains why I managed to catch all the latest movies without failed despite the hectic schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I deserved all this little pampering from them. And I wanna thanked them for that. :) For I am always happy to start the new weekdays. It's like bring home a whole pile of dirty laundry, where they gonna washed you with a nice smell detergent, hang you dry, and iron you and you'll be oh so clean once again. Yup. That's how I felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And today, this weekend falls on the 26th where today marks our 75th monthsary. And he surprise me and got me the tickets for the 3rd of August. The most least expected gift coming from him. You see this is not his kinda of thing to watch, his actually looking forward more to the Singfest concert. Yet, he still bought the tickets for me. Thanks Hun, so sweet of you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a different note, I have tons of pictures to upload but I just don't have the time to do it. Well I guess the pictures have to wait. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps: happy 75 months muhamad nursyahrezal - let's grow old together. Another pharse of I Love You can? . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1487002676794357403?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1487002676794357403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1487002676794357403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1487002676794357403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1487002676794357403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/07/75-months_26.html' title='the 75 months'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-603141145380699271</id><published>2008-07-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:07.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Never Die. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/froehlich/h090.gif" /&gt; [calm] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rock Never Die. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anda Mahu Rock ? ? ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you heard the news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 3rd August 2008? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Republic Polytechnic. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy and Search.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be Performing there. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tickets are selling at a very reasonable price. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really really wished someone could sponsor me with the tickets to watch them live&lt;br /&gt;[*hint hint* ] (; I am all excited when hearing these, suddenly all the tired feeling just vanished for a moment. (itu belum tengok lagi, baru dengar news. kalau dah tengok tak tahu apa pulak yang akan terjadi) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe many of you do not know that I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this band ever since my childhood days. And I've been secretly in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with him since the first time I know Search exist and up till now am still deeply in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes now, where his already at the age of 50, and his first daughter is has the same age as me. (which means his old enough to be my dad !)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224411605977000146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SIDWrO6v6NI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LPUlKjBDb7w/s400/amy+serach3-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224406849962285234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SIDSWZYemLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/t0XmqMxhEhs/s400/amy+serach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet his is still oh so good looking. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;::. So how any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sponsor? .::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: Hun you can get me ticket yang murah punya. Cuma $150 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aje&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(heheh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/27728470-603141145380699271?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/603141145380699271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=603141145380699271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/603141145380699271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/603141145380699271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-never-die.html' title='Rock Never Die. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SIDWrO6v6NI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LPUlKjBDb7w/s72-c/amy+serach3-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7404844705183356282</id><published>2008-07-17T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:18:22.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room for air. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/konfus/c020.gif" /&gt; [bonkers] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gasping for air now. . .&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am still breathing. . .&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright. . .&lt;br /&gt;I will survive. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst. .&lt;br /&gt;Dearest kyn I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; you and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; you even more. . .&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been keeping silence all this while. . .&lt;br /&gt;Have not been asking you how have you been and such. . .&lt;br /&gt;But one think for sure, I'll be here if you need me. . .&lt;br /&gt;Hanging there dear. . .&lt;br /&gt;We meet up soon aight. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7404844705183356282?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7404844705183356282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7404844705183356282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7404844705183356282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7404844705183356282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/07/room-for-air.html' title='Room for air. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-587993010965498453</id><published>2008-07-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:58:56.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want a piece of me. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/muede/b010.gif" /&gt; [tired] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could cut myself into pieces and divide them equally. i will then give the pieces of me to each and every project group i'm in so that i could be at all meetings for all modules at all times. so that i could do all the different things without having to procrastinating one or another. so that i don't have to multi task where multi task could lead to messy and confusion. which will then end up with frustration. because the mind gets tired and the storage space can no longer squeeze in any more info inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love kyn, thank you. i love you. and yes that's what i need an encouragement a motivation. but for a start a comfy bed, a cuddly pillow is appreciated. naah..that's imposibble a cuddle will help i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: hun... where u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-587993010965498453?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/587993010965498453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=587993010965498453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/587993010965498453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/587993010965498453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-want-piece-of-me.html' title='You want a piece of me. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-4878106949416641001</id><published>2008-06-26T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:07.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>74</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term break ended in a blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think-ed I've well spent the full two weeks of it. First week I'm slotting in for only 1 project meeting, then the entire days were spent for my own pleasure moments like berkepet-ing with rezal, spending time with the parents, meet up with the girlfriends, being a tourist in my own country &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SGJk757cCJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_AkH0lf2PEk/s1600-h/sentosa-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215842298773637266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SGJk757cCJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_AkH0lf2PEk/s400/sentosa-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another word holiday in Singapore. Second week then I started kicking my own ass to start on projects, slotting projects meet up and still &lt;s&gt;have&lt;/s&gt; make time for berkepet-ing sessions with rezal. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the berkepet-ing moment, rezal start bringing up some serious issues which he gave me a goose bum. When the man starts talking, you better listen and listen to it well. Because it's not often that you get to see the man maturity side I tell ya. He will only show those maturity talk with that maturity voice when his at work in the office, when times I called him at work. Most of the time, when we're out together I only get to see his goofy side, his annoying and irritating behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at that point of the time, for the very first time he told me straight on my face "Baby I'm serious now", where I thought it was just one of his act. But no, I was wrong. Upon looking at that serious look, I know he meant it. "I think it's time for us to take this relationship to the next level." I look at him in the eye not blinking for even a second, I looked closely to him searching for something that I thought I could identified his goofy-ness but I found none. He continued and said, "I'm all ready now, I'll start making my move upon your approval. " The convo continues, where at the end of it I told him, I will discuss it the parents. He accepted the suggestions and decisions that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last  Tuesday, we both had a dream. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sign ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Insyallah. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hun for the Coach bag, pair of sandal, blouse and a beautiful ring I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you more Muhamad Nursyahrezal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: happy 74th month sayang. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-4878106949416641001?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/4878106949416641001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=4878106949416641001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4878106949416641001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4878106949416641001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/74.html' title='74'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SGJk757cCJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_AkH0lf2PEk/s72-c/sentosa-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6277931362666333886</id><published>2008-06-25T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:57:05.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandai Eh. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this first.&lt;br /&gt;Message for Hun a.k.a Ruzty the Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Mr Ruzty what's with the additional name you have there. The Doc? Oh pandai eh main pujuk pakai tagging pulak. Takut kan kalau sms or call me, I tak layan. Hmmm. . . ok here goes. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hun, personally for me nothing went wrong and everything seems going well for yesterday's plan. (ok that's a lie) Yup. I was a bit disappointed. (a bit aje sungguh) But what matters for me is the quality time we had. I appreciate the sacrifices you've done for me. Thank you so so much. At the end of the day, I've enjoyed myself infact it when well though it's didn't happened the way we planned. But on the bright side, something impromptu was better where you surprise me one after another. And every surprises left me with tears rolling down my cheek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How can I not forgive you hun. You tell me. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love you more no words could describe it. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I keep the rest of it for your own hearing pleasure aight sayang. . . ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: pardon with the mushy-ness people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6277931362666333886?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6277931362666333886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6277931362666333886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6277931362666333886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6277931362666333886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/pandai-eh.html' title='Pandai Eh. . . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-155089709434637868</id><published>2008-06-21T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:07.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/froehlich/h090.gif" /&gt; [calm] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Aren't you bored being the only child?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh Soo Goodd !!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SFyPRa0O8yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Hm9mhNnSx0U/s1600-h/pic-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214199998007145250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SFyPRa0O8yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Hm9mhNnSx0U/s400/pic-e.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Two different reaction from people, when they find out me being the only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some, they said they prefer to be alone rather then having siblings around. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Others find, not having siblings your childhood life is meaningless. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for myself, I smile and said. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Nope. Having the parents around,is enough to make my 24 years of live full of colours. Not even once, I felt bored and lonely being alone. And when Rezal came into my life, he beautify it like a rainbow shine in the sky". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ps: sometime it's good to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;(mungkin ada rahmatnya di sebalik ketentuan illahi. :) allhamdullilah dengan pemberiannya) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/27728470-155089709434637868?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/155089709434637868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=155089709434637868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/155089709434637868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/155089709434637868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/lonely.html' title='lonely ?'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SFyPRa0O8yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Hm9mhNnSx0U/s72-c/pic-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5781516350612125140</id><published>2008-06-18T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:33:13.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/m030.gif" /&gt;[relax]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Father's day celebration had drained my energy completely. Celebration was made way advance on Thursday evening after both my men came back from work. Well, we celebrated in advance since Rezal when off for a quick holiday with his family. As usual we proceed to CCK park for dinner. (reads: this place has been our favourite makan place) The only difference that evening was, instead of West Coast park for dessert at MacDonald, we headed to Holland Village for Haagen Dazs Ice Cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were supposed to go off for a quick holiday too, but due to abah's schedule it's been cancel. Instead, Friday and Saturday was spent looking for a special gift for abah. We intended to buy him a watch. But, he already bought a watch on his own. We intended to buy him a pair of sandals. But, the Scholl sandals for his birthday were stil brand new. We intended to buy him Polo Tees. But the wardrobe had been invaded with different colours and design of Polo Tees. Mother came with a suggestion to buy him a smart casual looking shirt instead. Ever since the Polo Tees had been introduced to him, smart casual shirt seems fading away in his wardrobe. Hence on Saturday, we proceed to vivo city, to this particular shop where there are only two outlets in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Sunday the actual Father's day itself, I celebrated Grandfather's (atuk's) Day instead. Going out with the entire family members and cousins have been lovely. But one think that had me confused was, it was a father's day celebration but how come the mother's - nenek are the one doing the shopping instead of the daddy's? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps: super lazy and tired to upload pictures of the outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5781516350612125140?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5781516350612125140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5781516350612125140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5781516350612125140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5781516350612125140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3598463186642896548</id><published>2008-06-12T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have you done hun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" Tonight, the feeling of love is just so incredible.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe it, it's abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;Did you cast a love spell on me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you make me drink your love potion? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No dear, I'm just being a Care bear,&lt;br /&gt;where I would bulge out my tummy&lt;br /&gt;and the heart will shine on you.&lt;br /&gt;So you could feel this incredible love of mine. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210896462773831698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SFDSuXD5SBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/obymXbzibsY/s400/carebears-heart.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him last night, before he dozed off and left me with the sound of his breath. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I love you hun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3598463186642896548?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3598463186642896548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3598463186642896548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3598463186642896548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3598463186642896548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/current-mood-love-tonight-feeling-of.html' title='what have you done hun?'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SFDSuXD5SBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/obymXbzibsY/s72-c/carebears-heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2832669868681341206</id><published>2008-06-10T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:09.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Cut Cut. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rezal went for his reservist, he can't stop complaining and was effing furious for gotten a his hair cut. He was so pissed off that they cut his hair short like a school boy. Over the phone conversation, he told me that he wouldn't dare to look at himself in the mirror, because of the hair cut. I know his just aggregating to make it sound so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out wasn't that bad when I saw him last Friday, and yes he did look like a school boy. Through out the whole evening, he couldn't stop pulling my hair. Simply because he misses his hair and was jealous of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to offered him my hair scarf, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that his fringe wouldn't cover his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210486165448778994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SE9dj6apZPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qlNUgXmwINE/s400/IMAGE_091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But now with his new hair cut, he doesn't need it anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210486178559673858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SE9dkrQhxgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/KZfJConqlMc/s400/IMAGE_101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, being a nice girlfriend, I offered to go cut my hair too so that we both got a new short hairstyle. (reads: besides that's what i actually wanted months ago, where normally he would said no. he totally against the idea of me having a short hair. so this is the only golden opportunity for me to go have my hair cut.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off we went to the saloon to get my hair cut. As soon as the hairstylist start snipping it of bit by bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The more hair starts lying on the floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210486651339991106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SE9eAMgI6EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LHv10-vunss/s400/IMAGE_113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the more pulling faces he gaved to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210486189427477778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SE9dlTvnTRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tKm2EXj-Jj0/s400/IMAGE_114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Through out the whole process his been giving me this look. But the ending result wasn't so bad, when I asked him about the hair length. He gave me a very simple yet approving answer by saying: "acceptable length." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And so I told him, now we're EVEN. We both got our hair cut. And you no longer can be jealous of my &lt;s&gt;long&lt;/s&gt; hair. And no more pulling of my hair. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: besides that hun, we definetly look 4 years younger then our actual age with this new school kids look. Don't you think so? ;) (heheh) I love you Hun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-2832669868681341206?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2832669868681341206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2832669868681341206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2832669868681341206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2832669868681341206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/cut-cut-cut.html' title='Cut Cut Cut. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SE9dj6apZPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qlNUgXmwINE/s72-c/IMAGE_091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5657929640453895303</id><published>2008-06-09T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thumbs up. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/m030.gif" /&gt;[relax]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch these two movies. . .&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to those who had watched it saying this and that. . .&lt;br /&gt;My heart racing for term break to come fast. . .&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Mission Accomplished. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SEye3_HTbTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ymwXgNEQx3k/s1600-h/ayat2cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209713553632881970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SEye3_HTbTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ymwXgNEQx3k/s400/ayat2cinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" JODOH ITU LEBIH KUAT DARI CINTA "&lt;br /&gt;- Maria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SEye42NIIiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/39q-BpKsuys/s1600-h/sexandthecity_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209713568421257762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SEye42NIIiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/39q-BpKsuys/s400/sexandthecity_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" AFTER YEARS OF LIVING IN THE CITY I ASSUMED THAT IF MY FRIENDS AND I EVER GOT MY FAIRY TALES ENDINGS THAT WOULD BE THE END OF THE STORY. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BUT REAL LIFE - ALWAYS HAS A TWIST&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" Year after years, twenty-something women came to New York City in search for two "L"s: Labels and Love. Twenty years ago, I was one of them. Having gotten the knack Labels early. . .&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I concentrated on Love&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5657929640453895303?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5657929640453895303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5657929640453895303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5657929640453895303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5657929640453895303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/thumbs-up.html' title='thumbs up. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SEye3_HTbTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ymwXgNEQx3k/s72-c/ayat2cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1531168062635264214</id><published>2008-06-06T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:10.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you take me. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/m030.gif" /&gt;[relax]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208590514347570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SEihefwn9WI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RH1epKx5FN0/s400/weekend-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can we get away this weekend.Take me to Broadway. Let’s go shopping baby then we’ll go to a Café.Let’s go on the subway.Take me to your hood.I neva been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good.Dressed in all your fancy clothes.Sneaker’s looking Fresh to Death I’m lovin those Shell Toes.Walkin that walk.Talk that slick talk. I'm likin this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: he'll be home tonight. &amp;amp; the &lt;s&gt;weekend&lt;/s&gt; term break is here. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1531168062635264214?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1531168062635264214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1531168062635264214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1531168062635264214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1531168062635264214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/would-you-take-me.html' title='Would you take me. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SEihefwn9WI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RH1epKx5FN0/s72-c/weekend-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1903390541037349268</id><published>2008-06-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:00:41.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/traurig/a010.gif" /&gt; [lonely] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, goodbye White Jumpsuit. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make way to. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Green CAMO Uniform. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Mr Uniform you look sexy in it. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get the drift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muhammad Nursyahrezal been called up for reservist 21oo hrs ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 days in camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;ps: jng boring boring okay. . .&lt;br /&gt;      sayang dia. . .&lt;br /&gt;      nanti balik b belikan ice cream eh. . .&lt;br /&gt;      ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1903390541037349268?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1903390541037349268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1903390541037349268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1903390541037349268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1903390541037349268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/06/current-mood-lonely-for-now-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6407027421193323225</id><published>2008-05-26T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:10.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>73</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 73 Monthsary Hun. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204707213281837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDrVon-TwCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/eQcVwjnjGas/s400/SL370216-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the little surprise. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was caught off guard. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You had me. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sweet. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know you noted every single detailed that I've said to you before. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you never listen. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I was wrong. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Hun. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though life gets tougher each passing day. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we're able to walk pass through it. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6407027421193323225?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6407027421193323225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6407027421193323225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6407027421193323225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6407027421193323225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/73.html' title='73'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDrVon-TwCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/eQcVwjnjGas/s72-c/SL370216-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6946859973169806725</id><published>2008-05-23T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:11:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/froehlich/b020.gif" /&gt;[Joy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You got message."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder I got from my mobile. . .&lt;br /&gt;Took the phone and read it line by line. . .&lt;br /&gt;It says. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To all my beloved cousins. . . I wanna announce a very BIG NEWS. .  N I wanna share with all of you. . . I'M 9 WEEKS PREGNANT !!! I just went to the doctor  to confirm again. . . So, You all will have a new status which is THE AUNTIES. . . Hahaha.. and not forgetting THE UNCLES. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, I can't help but to shout to my mum to tell her the great news.  At the same time imaginig Nazhiif the second last cousin who's 4 years old holding the title "uncle". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allhamdulliah&lt;/em&gt;, and congrats to both kak ida and abang zahid. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6946859973169806725?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6946859973169806725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6946859973169806725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6946859973169806725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6946859973169806725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-title.html' title='My new title...'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5266453154703334743</id><published>2008-05-21T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraction. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/froehlich/h090.gif" /&gt; [calm] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This always happens. Whenever you switch on the laptop, with the intention of kick start on your projects and tutorials. You always end up get distracted by this things call Internet. First thing you'll do is to check your emails, then gradually you will start doing other irrelevant stuff. Like online shopping, watch YouTube videos,reading movie synopsis etc etc etc. . . Arrgghh. . . Though back in your mind, keep telling yourself to stop and start googling for some reseach to be done for the report. But no, I will always end up doing other things rather then my report. Then, I keep telling myself I better finish up all these projects, tutorials, revision for ica's before the weekend comes, simply because I don't want to end up doing those things during weekend. No No. How to? When here I am blogging an entry. This is no good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But some distractions are good, it keeps you motivated. It keeps you going and wouldn't want to stop until everything is done. Yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep thinking of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The previous &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202773600728444514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDP3Bj4y7mI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TenB9R0Jg8o/s400/Swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on Friday. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Catch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202771998705643010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDP1kT4y7gI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ThIXlb8qJOE/s400/congkak.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;by Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday celebrated Mother's day at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202773437519687250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDP24D4y7lI/AAAAAAAAAUo/yMJrlk46kCs/s400/logo-EarleSwens.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;followed by shopping at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202775469039218290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDP4uT4y7nI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IrM45Op9w8E/s400/vivo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's mother's day as well as her up coming birthday, gifts were not forgotten for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202776302262873730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDP5ez4y7oI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Aw6lbJ5gqFs/s400/Swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;again on Sunday. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then catch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202772853404134978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDP2WD4y7kI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Kw8XpA_FXR0/s400/whathappeninlasvegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before heading to West Coast Park. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And the upcoming &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes. This is the exact thing I'm going to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go keep thinking of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You want to finish it before weekend come. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So off you go now. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5266453154703334743?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5266453154703334743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5266453154703334743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5266453154703334743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5266453154703334743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/current-mood-calm-this-always-happens.html' title='Distraction. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SDP3Bj4y7mI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TenB9R0Jg8o/s72-c/Swensens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1940679216963122995</id><published>2008-05-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:11.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200229798973206002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SCrtcz4y7fI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KH5i5AwTjh8/s400/LoveIcons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only explanation I can find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that I found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since you've been around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; puts me at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1940679216963122995?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1940679216963122995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1940679216963122995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1940679216963122995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1940679216963122995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-of-world.html' title='Top of the world.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SCrtcz4y7fI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KH5i5AwTjh8/s72-c/LoveIcons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-3146853719259382407</id><published>2008-05-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:34:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is the moral of story. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/m030.gif" /&gt;[relax]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was having my lecture when rezal text me during his lunch time. Upon reading his message, I cannot help but to laugh though it wasn't so loud but still it managed to caught Carol's eye to see me laughing to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"baby pity me tau, I bought fried rice with fried chicken. abih tu kan abih tu kan...a bird came and eat my rice. abih tu kan abih tu kan...the bird took the fried chicken away then flew off ;( "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the text continued when I asked what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"i went to buy my drink, and place my plate on the table. when i return, the table is in a mess with the rice and my fried chicken went missing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't help but to smile to myself still. So I asked him, isn't there anyone around to at least keep the birds away from the food. And asked him to buy a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"there is. but all mind their own business. i can't, i don't carry much cash."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. At this point of the time, I stop smiling already. Knowing him very well, he have this habit of bringing almost an exact amount for him to spent the day at work. He don't like the idea of carrying extra cash. Cause it might make him over spending for the day. I don't know why, he had his own reason. So I told him to withdraw some instead what's the huha all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" i went there already, and the ATM is temporary out of service. It's ok lah baby, i try to find something to eat at the pantry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Upon reading that. Yes. I felt pity for him, I wish I could flew there with his meal. And the other side of my feeling. I felt a bit pissed. Simply because, I've told him so many times that to bring extra cash in case of fire (reads:emergency) so that there will no fuss over ATM went out of service, there is no ATM around, and any other reasons or possibilities that could have happen. In another word, etc etc etc. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But no he didn't listen, as a result this is what happened. As a result, he filled his stomach with some biscuits and make himself a cup of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So you see, from rezal's experience. It teaches us alot of things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Don't leave your food unattended, this might invite unwanted guest. (like the birds, flies, and maybe the cleaners might take away your food thinking it's not wanted anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Bring along your plate of food where ever you go, when everything you need is complete, then you find yourself a seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. If, you can't help but need to leave your food/items unattended. Take an inciative to approach someone who sit close enough to keep a look out for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Anyone who have been or not been approach, but have seen that the person who sit somewhere close to you leave his/her things, belonging, food etc etc etc unattended. Please, do a small part of good deed by just keep a silence look out. For an example, unwanted guest like a bird came trying to eat from the plate, the least you could do is to "shoo" away the bird. Another example, if the cleaners came and wondering if the food is still wanted or otherwise, the least you could do is to make an eye contact with them by nodding your head or shake it off. And also, last example that I could think off. Let say some suspicious looking person wondering around looking at something that attracts him/her or caught his/her attention at that area. And where he try to come near to grab - snatch and run away with the item. You can at least say "WOI ! " to him/her. That will for sure shocked him/her and attracts alot of attention and that person will walk or even run away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. And lastly, please bring a right amount of cash with you where ever you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agree, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-3146853719259382407?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/3146853719259382407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=3146853719259382407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3146853719259382407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/3146853719259382407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-moral-of-story.html' title='what is the moral of story. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-5653403848814185600</id><published>2008-05-13T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:19:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LgSnJNeq-C/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LgSnJNeq-C/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me everything&lt;br /&gt;And everything you've given me&lt;br /&gt;I always keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;You're the driving force in my life, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone that&lt;br /&gt;I can be&lt;br /&gt;And it just wouldn't feel right&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me to love and care for me&lt;br /&gt;When skies were grey&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was down&lt;br /&gt;You were always there to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can be what you have been to me&lt;br /&gt;You will always be you always will be the girl&lt;br /&gt;In my life for all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I love you Mama,&lt;br /&gt;Mama you're the queen of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like Tears from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Mama,I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always down for me&lt;br /&gt;Have always been around for me even when I was bad&lt;br /&gt;You showed me right from my wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yes you did&lt;br /&gt;And you took up for me&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was downin' me&lt;br /&gt;You always did understand&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so many times&lt;br /&gt;Looking back when I was so afraid&lt;br /&gt;And then you come to me&lt;br /&gt;And say to me I can face anything&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can do&lt;br /&gt;What you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the girl in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna go a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Fills me up just thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I'd never go a day without my mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selamat Hari Ibu. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's still not to late to wish right. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, in my point of view. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Self declare. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proclain. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The entire month of May is dedicated. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Specially for you mother. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the queen to my heart. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps: it's her birthday month too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-5653403848814185600?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/5653403848814185600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=5653403848814185600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5653403848814185600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/5653403848814185600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6357753762834796581</id><published>2008-05-07T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:11.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the best for last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/muede/b010.gif" /&gt; [tired]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197549721659450738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SCFn7x3xJXI/AAAAAAAAATw/YUb70WkcqOM/s400/marina-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Remember, remember the previous previous entry that I mentioned there's a story upon this picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You ready? It's gonna be a very long one I'm telling you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well the story goes like this. Two weeks ago on the 21st April on Monday morning when I was getting myself ready to go the hospital to accompany abah for his medical check up. But, before we headed down, abah gave the hospital a called to enquire on our appointment. This is because we were supposed to receive a phone call from the ultrasound department before proceeding with the check up but we received none from anyone. After which we found out that, the lady who set the appointment date had done a mistake It was supposed to be 21.06.08 instead she wrote 21.04.08. Yes. Frustrated we was, can you imagined if we had made our way there without calling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since we are all getting dress ready to go, abah decided to reward us for taking good care of him by bring us out for lunch, since he felt better on that day. Hence, to Vivo we went. On the way out, I called Rezal and informed him about it. Over the conversation;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ME: "hun, tak jadi pergi hospital tau pasal makcik yang set schedule abah salah tulis date. "&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "oohh..ok ok, abih dah keluar ni nak gi mana?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "VIVO, nak gi makan."&lt;br /&gt;HIM:"ok, but b, try not to be home late eh.."&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Asal?"&lt;br /&gt;HIM:" I nak ajak you keluar, dinner."&lt;br /&gt;ME: "ok, alah you pun nanti OT balik lambat, so you're the one whose gonna be late instead of me."&lt;br /&gt;HIM:" tak i try not to OT sampai malam."&lt;br /&gt;ME: "you nya tak malam pukul berapa? by the time you balik gitu gini gitu gini kedai semua dah tutup."&lt;br /&gt;ME:" Nak gi makan mana?"&lt;br /&gt;HIM:"Somewhere kat Marina ke Esplanade ke."&lt;br /&gt;ME:" Huh? jauhnya. You biar betul, hello..it monday tau.."&lt;br /&gt;(knowing him very well, he usually gets very tired after work &amp;amp; to travel that far just for dinner on weekdays especially on MONDAY evening so not him)&lt;br /&gt;HIM:" ya, I serious ni, this time around is something different, I got a surprise for you."&lt;br /&gt;ME:(wondering on the surprise part) "Alah, that can wait till weekend kan. What's the rush for?" HIM:"no no it got to be today, there's no other day."&lt;br /&gt;ME:(completely in daze and asked him again) "you nak ajak i gi mana?"&lt;br /&gt;HIM:"alah tanya lagi, somewhere kat marina or esplanade."&lt;br /&gt;ME:(by now, already in my own thoughts wondering what is the surprise about)&lt;br /&gt;HIM:"dah dah i dah nak start kerja balik. I tahu you jangan lambat. By the time i sampai you dah siap, bukan tengah siap BUT dah siap." ( he keep on emphasing on me not to be late while getting dress)&lt;br /&gt;ME:"okay okay, i will" ( still in wonders)&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "Aight I love you go have a nice lunch with mak and abah. AND STOP thingking about the surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I inform the parents about the date, as well as the surprise part he mentioned. Still on the surprise, trying to make guess, assumptions what have you. And I came to conclude (macam &lt;s&gt;paham&lt;/s&gt; betul) that maybe he gonna bring me out to watch the We Will Rock You down at the Esplanade theatre. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fast forward...to the evening...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When Rezal came to pick me up, the parents and rezal had made some small whispering conversation that couldn't be heard. And quickly stop the moment I'm in the living room. When we're about to make our way out. Abah suddenly pop out, "Korang janji dia orang pukul berapa?" Upon hearing that, I went, "janji siapa? jumpa siapa ni?" At this point of the time, I can see how mother and rezal try very hard to cover the line. Mother went, "jumpa siapa zul..." by now abah was already laughing to himself. And Rezal when totally silence, and only said, "kita jalan dulu lah cik takut terlambat." As for myself, my curiousity gets wider.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Off we went then. We took cab, cause apparently Rezal turn out to be the late one instead of me. So much so of keep reminding me through out the day. So much so of informing me that we must be there by 8.30 latest. Other then that, we were too tired for the train especially during rush peak hours. Stinky body smell, squzeey cabin. No thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the cab, while talking Rezal's phone beep. Got a text for him. I can't help but I have to questioned him why he didn't take a look at his phone. You see he suddenly went silence and instead of taking out the phone and read the text message he sit there not doing anything but just stared at me instead. So I asked: "kan ada message asal tak baca?" So he took out the phone and said "my adik lah, sibuk betul lah dek tu."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once we reached, Rezal bring me to walk around at the shopping mall for a little while before he bring me out to the route where we walk out from the Macdonald to go to the Esplanade. I must say, my mind and my heart couldn't stop wondering, couldn't stop pumping real fast as I on tight to his hand. Suddenly. Rezal stop for no reason. Pull me to the side, kiss my forehead and said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Baby, I'm sorry to do this to you, I don't want to but I have too. It's part of the plan. I don't want to embarrased you, and I don't want to do something like this again. Only for this moment. I'm sorry. I love you aight." And then he took out his tie and told me: "I'm sorry baby, I got to blind fold you." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously, that was quite a speech he said there, which makes me even more worried. He sound so freaky scary to me. There was a lot of things back in my mind, I was thinking. What is he trying to do to me. Where is he bringing me. What sort of surprise is this that he have to say sorry, telling me he wouldn't want to do this again. And I went."Why do I have to be blind fold? why are you doing this t me? If you are sorry, why blind fold me. Tell me where you bring me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was reluctant to do that, I was worried, I'm nervous, all those unspokenable emotions. But somehow, this thing got to end right. So I simply sit there and be prepared for anything. For a start to be blindfold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What happened after that, I'm too blind to see. So I only got this to tell you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctQNP0SLJ4c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctQNP0SLJ4c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You see, that explain why I am so worried to let rezal go, I am so worried to that rezal going to left me alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But if only I knew Noreen was so near to me, you ladies were very near to me, I wouldn't be so scared. HAHA but then again if only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We settle down at Pizza Hut right after that for dinner. They share their stories on how the planning started. And I got to know, the parents also know about this. So that explain about the slip of tounge that abah made back at home. That also explain the awkward moment in the cab when rezal phone's beeping. Because at that point of the time, kyn was the one who had text him. Telling me it's his brother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And come to think about it right now, at this point of the time. I can't help but to laugh and smile to myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And if you ask me, how can I still remember every single details vividly. The answer is simple. Simply because, it was the most honorable moment in my life. The moment I won't ever forget. The moment I treasure. The day, my dearest made me cry. Tears of joy. And I took weeks to post this particular entry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm just saving the best for last. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I Love YOU ladies. And yes I love you too honey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6357753762834796581?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6357753762834796581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6357753762834796581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6357753762834796581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6357753762834796581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/save-best-for-last.html' title='Save the best for last.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SCFn7x3xJXI/AAAAAAAAATw/YUb70WkcqOM/s72-c/marina-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8563432350456075571</id><published>2008-05-04T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:41:49.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retro's back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/m030.gif" /&gt;[relax]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time retro's hits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/U4s1aSKKQZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/U4s1aSKKQZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8563432350456075571?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8563432350456075571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8563432350456075571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8563432350456075571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8563432350456075571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/retros-back.html' title='retro&apos;s back.'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-6847325097903785783</id><published>2008-05-01T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:36:36.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/froehlich/h090.gif" /&gt; [calm] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Cause if your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; was all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That would be enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the end of time "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago at this date.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever he came over to my house to meet the parents.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, the parents knew that we were officially together.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course not forgetting the long hours of interview sessions between the parents and him.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, he was brave enough to ask the parents if he could take me out for dinner at the nearby shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to my surprise, the parents said yes to him.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, 6 years ago at this date.&lt;br /&gt;Marks our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the date, before we parted away.&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the bonus question he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;" Can I get to go out with you again next time? "&lt;br /&gt;I look away not wanting to look him the the eye and answered.&lt;br /&gt;" You give me a call. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years later.&lt;br /&gt;We can still vividly remember one more important date in our life.&lt;br /&gt;The date where we get approval from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: hun, this date wouldn't happened if you're not bold enough to come over to my place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to you took the challenge I gave you 6 years ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-6847325097903785783?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/6847325097903785783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=6847325097903785783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6847325097903785783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/6847325097903785783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/05/moment.html' title='the moment...'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8353053822487597031</id><published>2008-04-26T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary Hun. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="MyFlashFetish.com" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.myflashfetish.com/mp3assets/widgets/emolove.swf" width="350" height="230" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noscale" quality="best" flashvars="d=26&amp;amp;m=3&amp;amp;y=2002&amp;amp;mycolor=F3D915&amp;amp;mycolor2=E9E4BB" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193253276894700898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SBIkVx3xJWI/AAAAAAAAATo/cIsmpZBmEPc/s400/us+over+the+6+yrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a story behind each pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At times, the smile fade away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At times, it feels like falling in love all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At times, the feeling of &lt;em&gt;letting go&lt;/em&gt; haunt you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At times, the feeling of &lt;em&gt;not wanting&lt;/em&gt; to let go teaches you to grow up together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who would have thought we could go this far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A friend asked: "how do you make the relationship stay fresh?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I smiled and jokingly answered: " i kept it in a freezer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Truth is, it was never easy. Yet achievable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ps: i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you muhammed nursyarezal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8353053822487597031?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8353053822487597031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8353053822487597031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8353053822487597031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8353053822487597031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/six.html' title='Six'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SBIkVx3xJWI/AAAAAAAAATo/cIsmpZBmEPc/s72-c/us+over+the+6+yrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7853674181891925292</id><published>2008-04-22T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rezal's&lt;/span&gt; mum: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; Ros !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Semoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dipanjangkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;umur&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;diberikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kesihatan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kesejahteraan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;serta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dimurahkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rezeki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dilindungi&lt;/span&gt; Allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am blessed for turning 24,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Beining&lt;/span&gt; surrounded by people I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No other present or gifts can replace the feeling of being loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I can say is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am truly horned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been oh so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank You for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me briefly said on what I did &amp;amp; where I've been over the past three days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Straits Kitchen @ Hyatt Hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MacDonald @ West Coast park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; City on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; City again on Monday afternoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Marina Square in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am way too exhausted to do the usual elaboration. Let me just do the picture thingy, though it wasn't that much to show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192007521630496066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SA23VR3xJUI/AAAAAAAAATY/be47K2F_6Aw/s400/skyflyer-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192007942537291090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SA23tx3xJVI/AAAAAAAAATg/fV9Sp_rk9Ic/s400/marina-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These will do. Too much viewing of pictures can cause harm to your health. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Naah&lt;/span&gt;.. like I said earlier, not much pictures to show, and am exhausted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a story behind the second picture. Maybe will do the story telling after I get pictures and videos from them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;deariest&lt;/span&gt;, you know what happened. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Rezal&lt;/span&gt; was totally drained out when we're in the cab. Member snooze off.. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7853674181891925292?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7853674181891925292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7853674181891925292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7853674181891925292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7853674181891925292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday_22.html' title='Happy Birthday !!'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SA23VR3xJUI/AAAAAAAAATY/be47K2F_6Aw/s72-c/skyflyer-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-4331717942336313545</id><published>2008-04-19T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:28:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My old man..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/k040.gif" /&gt; [happy] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the house is back with loud music played on the audio. Accompanied with small voice humming the songs played. And once in a while, the humming turns to singing loudy and happily. When I have lesser time to use the desktop computer. When there is flickering of tv channels from one to another. When all the above happened. There is only one thing, that had already took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah had recover almost fully. &lt;em&gt;Amin&lt;/em&gt;. Yes. My old man have fill the house with the usual cheereful atmosphere and ambience. Looking at him doing the usual things he love to do. Makes mum and myself smile again. I must say, I really miss him. The house is no longer quite. I don't like the quite ambience. He's Back !! :) Thank you &lt;em&gt;Allah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, right after breakfast. Scorpion was blasting in the audio, accompanied with singing and whistling. When rezal called and realised scorpion was blasting from the background. He then said: "eh scorpion's back." Simply because, he knows very well abah's routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope next Monday will be the last appointment to the hospital. Cause I don't want to visit the hospital no more. Not any more please. But heck I forgotten, abah got another appoinment next month ! Arrgggrr... As for now, I shall just continue praying for his health, mum's health, everyone's health. &lt;em&gt;Amin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. I should get myself ready. Rezal bringing me out today, he say's there's a surprise for me. I wonder what's in store. Cause he asked me to put on something nice. *chuckels* :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-4331717942336313545?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/4331717942336313545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=4331717942336313545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4331717942336313545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4331717942336313545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-old-man_19.html' title='My old man..'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-1704373579260371154</id><published>2008-04-19T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:32:52.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/k040.gif" /&gt; [happy] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIYI !!&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="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see I browse through the friendster hoping to snatch 1 picture of you to post at here. To my disappointment, you have the profile private &amp;amp; me had already cancel my friendster account . Then, I thought your blog can rescue me. But then, like I told you before I cannot view your blog with my laptop neither my desktop. Hence, there's nothing left for me to do. So I just have go ahead with this entry without your picture. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway. Hope you have success, great health ahead of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though we are not that close, but it's so nice to sit and joke around with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You take care there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-1704373579260371154?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/1704373579260371154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=1704373579260371154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1704373579260371154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/1704373579260371154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday_19.html' title='Happy Birthday !!'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7000677395463048948</id><published>2008-04-18T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/k040.gif" /&gt; [happy] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 24 today.&lt;br /&gt;Will do a proper entry real soon.&lt;br /&gt;But first, thank you so so much to ALL who have text me, call me, msn me, singing for me, sabotaging me wishing me accompanied with all your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Your prayers, are the best gift I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amin Amin Amin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; ya...&lt;br /&gt;I would like to highlight this, simply because I usually look forward to this every year.&lt;br /&gt;Who would text me first when the clock struck midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, my parents &amp;amp; rezal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, &lt;a href="http://frm-me-to-you.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ezz&lt;/a&gt; you are the first person to text me when the clock struck midnight, while my parents and rezal were still singing the birthday song for me in the car. So you received nothing great but a big *hug* &amp;amp; a kiss *muck* on your cheek. *blush* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday also to a very close friend, &lt;a href="http://che46spettacolo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing her for 6 years now.&lt;br /&gt;We shared the same birthday date.&lt;br /&gt;So called the "siblings".&lt;br /&gt;I came across one of her &lt;a href="http://che46spettacolo.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt; entry last year &amp;amp; was smiling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;(Ein, cute lah kau nya entry hahah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190495481639221218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SAhYI99gN-I/AAAAAAAAATA/lxhYiqiPUKc/s400/print+screen-e+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I teared upon reading this entry from &lt;a href="http://youcantholdmedown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kyn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(i am oh so gembeng today for turning 24, mcm sayu gitu)&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, a short meet up with my Ite friends for dinner. The initial plan was to gather all April babies to have a celebration together. But due to busy and tight schedule, only 5 make it last night. To Fish &amp;amp; Co we went. Knowing very well, the Fish &amp;amp; Co culture of celebrating their customer's birthday. I informed them not to mention anything on birthday. But that was before the MacDonald manager came to join in. &lt;/p&gt;When, the MacDonald manager came and ordered birthday cake for us this is what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/isyah/SL371332-vidz.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's only the two of us that should stand there, simply because our date was the upcoming one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I wish I can hide my face in my bag at that point of the time. But ya, I manage to keep cool somehow. Plus, that guy there look quite charming. ;) hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wondering who is MacDonald manager. The one in blue. She is super workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190503045076629490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SAhfBN9gN_I/AAAAAAAAATI/NLFIeQK4RGc/s400/collage-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you asked me, do i wanna do it again. Definately NO ! *bluek*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-7000677395463048948?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7000677395463048948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7000677395463048948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7000677395463048948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7000677395463048948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday_18.html' title='Happy Birthday !!'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SAhYI99gN-I/AAAAAAAAATA/lxhYiqiPUKc/s72-c/print+screen-e+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8564253467146194898</id><published>2008-04-17T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:13.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/k040.gif" /&gt; [happy] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190509002196269058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SAhkb99gOAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m2HBcJg2mC8/s400/fahm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Fahimah !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the 20+ Clan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since it's your birthday, I would like to show this cute moment of yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/isyah/SL370492-vidz.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a joke that Aisyah given to her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at how cute she run..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good imagination you had there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jangan marah eh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-8564253467146194898?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8564253467146194898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8564253467146194898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8564253467146194898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8564253467146194898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday_17.html' title='Happy Birthday !!'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SAhkb99gOAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m2HBcJg2mC8/s72-c/fahm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-8646358813984072743</id><published>2008-04-16T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:13.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/k040.gif" /&gt; [happy] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189745786507769778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SAWuS99gN7I/AAAAAAAAASo/Bqr-j3Vto9A/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY HUN.&lt;br /&gt;May happiness, success &amp;amp; health &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;accompany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you throughout your journey in life.&lt;br /&gt;Age is just a number.&lt;br /&gt;A year older.&lt;br /&gt;A year WISER.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU... &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/27728470-8646358813984072743?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/8646358813984072743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=8646358813984072743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8646358813984072743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/8646358813984072743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday !!'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/SAWuS99gN7I/AAAAAAAAASo/Bqr-j3Vto9A/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-2402637397447669892</id><published>2008-04-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:29:19.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My old man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/konfus/c015.gif" /&gt; [worry] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today, to the hospital we shall go. For abah's further check up with the specialist. Am safe to say for now that abah is healthier as compared to last two weeks. But still, am still worried about him. Worry with what's the outcome, the result of the check up. Many had noticed that he loose quite a bit of weight. About 3 to 4 kg lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my old man very much you see. Let's just pray nothing serious to be worrying about. &lt;em&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-2402637397447669892?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/2402637397447669892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=2402637397447669892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2402637397447669892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/2402637397447669892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-old-man.html' title='My old man'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-4451700664406334036</id><published>2008-04-14T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:50:39.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>false alarm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/muede/b010.gif" /&gt; [tired] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;false alam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school starting on the 28th of april. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead of today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry to dampen the spirit and the excitment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i wake up early just to reconfirm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since it's confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slumber land for a few more hours for me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-4451700664406334036?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/4451700664406334036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=4451700664406334036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4451700664406334036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/4451700664406334036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/false-alarm.html' title='false alarm...'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-296484461140538068</id><published>2008-04-12T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:19:05.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/midi/liebe/a090.gif" /&gt; [love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another song . . .&lt;br /&gt;He dedicate to me. . .&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey wanita&lt;br /&gt;gembira dapat berjumpa&lt;br /&gt;teringat kembali kali pertama kita bersua&lt;br /&gt;ingat bila kita bersepatu serupa&lt;br /&gt;tak lama dahulu jangan kau kata kau dah lupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau bersama kawan-kawan muda yang nyata&lt;br /&gt;kau paling menyerlah di antara mereka&lt;br /&gt;rambut hitam warna cokelat anak mata&lt;br /&gt;membuat aku kurang fasih bila bicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakata kita ambil sedikit masa&lt;br /&gt;untuk mengenali sesama kita dengan lanjutnya&lt;br /&gt;dan jika kau rasa apa yang ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;ayuh kita ke bab kedua dan seterusnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chantek..&lt;br /&gt;dirimu buat ku tertarik&lt;br /&gt;menghilang segala prasangka&lt;br /&gt;di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;ohh chantek...&lt;br /&gt;sungguh aku cinta kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia..&lt;br /&gt;pandai menjaga hati ayah dan ibunya&lt;br /&gt;kelakuannya sama dengan orang tuaku juga&lt;br /&gt;dia..&lt;br /&gt;bisa cipta yg gula dari yang cuka&lt;br /&gt;pandai menukar yg duka kepada suka&lt;br /&gt;dia..&lt;br /&gt;bijak mengatur acara dan juga masa&lt;br /&gt;cekap memasak garam gula secukup rasa&lt;br /&gt;dia..&lt;br /&gt;pandai menjaga harta dan juga duitnya&lt;br /&gt;tetap anggun tanpa mendedahkan kulitnya&lt;br /&gt;dia..&lt;br /&gt;setia pada Yang Esa satu-satunya&lt;br /&gt;memenuhi tanggungjawab 5 waktunya&lt;br /&gt;dia..&lt;br /&gt;punya tempat dalam rancangan yg ku rangka&lt;br /&gt;tak usah lengah&lt;br /&gt;ayuh kita berumah tangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chantek..&lt;br /&gt;sechantek suria menyinar&lt;br /&gt;seindah bunga yang di taman..&lt;br /&gt;mekar...&lt;br /&gt;chantek...&lt;br /&gt;dirimu buat ku tertarik..&lt;br /&gt;menghilang segala prasangka&lt;br /&gt;di jiwa...&lt;br /&gt;oohhh chantekk..&lt;br /&gt;sungguh aku cinta kamuaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melihat kita bersama di hari tua&lt;br /&gt;dia..&lt;br /&gt;masih satu tiada empat tiga atau dua&lt;br /&gt;dan walaupun kau sudah kepudaran rupa&lt;br /&gt;kau tetap cantik padaku aku tak lupa&lt;br /&gt;kita bersama di anjung luangkan masa&lt;br /&gt;kewangan kita merdeka mampu bersara&lt;br /&gt;hasil usaha kita dari masa dahulu&lt;br /&gt;cukup untuk mengisi perut anak dan cucu&lt;br /&gt;hidup santai tak perlu terburu-buru&lt;br /&gt;punya masa kerja ibadah dan juga ilmu&lt;br /&gt;anak kita dan ayahya semua sebulu&lt;br /&gt;aku bilang kau chantek dan mereka setuju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chantek..&lt;br /&gt;sechantek suria menyinar&lt;br /&gt;seindah bunga yang di taman..&lt;br /&gt;mekar...&lt;br /&gt;chantek...&lt;br /&gt;dirimu buat ku tertarik..&lt;br /&gt;menghilang segala prasangka di jiwa...&lt;br /&gt;ohh chantek...&lt;br /&gt;sungguh aku cinta kamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you Hun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27728470-296484461140538068?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/296484461140538068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=296484461140538068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/296484461140538068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/296484461140538068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='Love. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-9222098790883312467</id><published>2008-04-12T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:02:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Allah. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/m030.gif" /&gt;[relax]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DNgx9ZkVqm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DNgx9ZkVqm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="6Lyrics Widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.6lyrics.com/mods/singit.swf" width="200" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="lyricid=thank_you_allah&amp;amp;iurl=http://www.6lyrics.com/images/scroll/0000_pre6.jpg&amp;amp;fo=66&amp;amp;s=31" quality="high" scale="exactfit" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a title="thank you allah by raihan on 6Lyrics.com" href="http://www.6lyrics.com/music/raihan/lyrics/thank_you_allah.aspx"&gt;Raihan&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a title="Top albums, mp3 &amp;amp; lyrics on 6Lyrics.com" href="http://www.6lyrics.com/"&gt;6Lyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;Allah&lt;/em&gt; for all &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have given to me.&lt;br /&gt;My family.&lt;br /&gt;My parents.&lt;br /&gt;Abah's health.&lt;br /&gt;Our strength.&lt;br /&gt;Our breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarkably,&lt;br /&gt;abah had started working today.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks long staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Allah. . .&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Allah. . .&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Allah. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sesungguh terasa betapa kerdil nya diriku ini &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bila ku menyebut nama mu ya Allah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiada tuhan yang ku sembah melainkan Allah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/27728470-9222098790883312467?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/9222098790883312467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=9222098790883312467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/9222098790883312467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/9222098790883312467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-allah.html' title='Thank You Allah. . .'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27728470.post-7945212703605333065</id><published>2008-04-10T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:11:14.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/froehlich/h090.gif" /&gt; [calm] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on abah, his still hanging there. Slowly recovering. Happy of course to hear his cheerful voice surrounded the house. But behind those happiness that we felt, a pinch of worried still stays beneath us. That worried-ness feeling that we can't avoid can't stop thinking about it. Especially when last Tuesday when abah last resort was to go to the hospital to do a thorough check up. The result was good, except for some which they refer abah to the specialist. The doctor said nothing serious, not to worried. How to Mr Doctor. You tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what. Abah lost weight okay. The tummy tummy area that I love to poke. Now, if I start poking don't feel the &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt; as much as last time haha. (it's ok if you don't get what i mean) Oh.. &lt;em&gt;allhamdullilah&lt;/em&gt; for NOW he stop smoking. For NOW for almost two weeks. For NOW eh.. I hope it's FOREVER eh abah. He said he try to quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somebody asked me when school start. ;) Dearest &lt;a href="http://www.ephemeral-lust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nurul&lt;/a&gt;, school starts next week. Yup. You heard me right, next week. You and &lt;a href="http://youcantholdmedown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kyn&lt;/a&gt; still owe me a meet up tau. So how you &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; send me to school eh hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum is pretty busy attending to abah ever since his sick. Hence, me being the only daughter (nak harap kan siapa lagi dah mmg sorang kan) in the house I try to help with the house chores whatever I could do. Simply because, I myself cannot stand the untidiness around whenever it happens. I went to the supermarket, cooking, doing the laundry and ect etc etc. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what makes me happy the most, is when adah have the appetite to eat when I cooked the meal yesterday. Though, it was just a simple dish. :) I was tired for sure. But am delighted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later in the evening, it's been so long since I fidget around with my camera. So when I saw the sunset out from my window, I quickly snap snap it away. Before it's gone oh so quickly. Minutes after that, the rain starts pouring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187487372114665362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R_2oR8u4H5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/1Bb4VEpkNNE/s400/SL371185-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187487316280090498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R_2oOsu4H4I/AAAAAAAAASI/u7Xb1-735pg/s400/SL371183-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187487780136558498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R_2opsu4H6I/AAAAAAAAASY/FYhUQQxojro/s400/SL371315-ei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187487908985577394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R_2oxMu4H7I/AAAAAAAAASg/YREGQ158fNQ/s400/SL371318-ei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; more days for hun to turn 24. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8 more days for me to turn 24. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And 1&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; more days for &lt;em&gt;US&lt;/em&gt; to turn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(something with number &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; which involves around us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I shall now start cooking then start mopping the floor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/27728470-7945212703605333065?l=twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/feeds/7945212703605333065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27728470&amp;postID=7945212703605333065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7945212703605333065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27728470/posts/default/7945212703605333065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twomiddlefingersmakeasnap.blogspot.com/2008/04/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting down the days...'/><author><name>I Bite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054856920572900576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R1Uz-oPPFwI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbDZOzfyt6I/S220/seith+and+summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNh315xTuzw/R_2oR8u4H5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/1Bb4VEpkNNE/s72-c/SL371185-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
