<?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-19734293</id><updated>2011-11-04T11:03:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catwoman's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114934719420099952</id><published>2006-06-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:50:24.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;.....And so this is it.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing how things turned out today...&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how indecisive I was...&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how the same old feelings kept creeping back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've decided to stop blogging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wish to go on like this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone...&lt;br /&gt;Just let me disappear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me lead &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; life the way &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; want to...&lt;br /&gt;Just the way &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; like it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114934719420099952?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114934719420099952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114934719420099952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114934719420099952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114934719420099952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114927332385597630</id><published>2006-06-03T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:53:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want laksa. Not just any laksa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want the laksa from Cahaya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because the gravy is thick and nice. The noodles are a lot. &lt;strong&gt;Generous serving of cockles and chicken&lt;/strong&gt; and most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;NO VEGETABLES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. No vegetables at all. &lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I wanted laksa. Not laksa dengan sayur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want chocolate cake. Not just any chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want the Warm Chocolate Cake from Starbucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple because it is huge and it has a &lt;strong&gt;thick serving of chocolate sauce&lt;/strong&gt; in the middle and imagine having that with a topping of &lt;strong&gt;MORE CHOCOLATE SYRUP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can just imagine the Starbucks people handing me a plate of the Warm Chocolate Cake with the &lt;strong&gt;chocolate sauce oozing out from the middle&lt;/strong&gt; and chocolate syrup all over the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want mutton chop. Not just any mutton chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want the mutton chop from Beach Road. From Deen's stall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mutton. Oohh the &lt;strong&gt;mutton in thick red gravy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potatoes. The green peas.&lt;br /&gt;The fried egg.&lt;br /&gt;The only thng I will not touch will be the yolk and the cucumbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want Raspberry Cream Frappucino from Starbucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I had it. Yes. It has been &lt;em&gt;thaaaaat&lt;/em&gt; long!&lt;br /&gt;The taste of the sweet and creamy pink ice blended drink going down my throat...&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want dendeng.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this stall at the pasar malam at Eunos MRT that has a banner proclaiming that it sells dendeng from Dendeng House but each time I ask the makcik for dendeng, she would say that the dendeng is not available.&lt;br /&gt;Then put up the damn huge banner for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gi flush lah kat jamban lagi bagos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want dumplings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those triangular dumplings made from pulot with chicken fillings? Or rendang. Or telor asin. &lt;br /&gt;I want them so very badly but I do not know where to get halal ones. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the Singapore Expo have a Halal Food Fair right now so that I can sink my teeth into those delicious dumplings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My PMS is being such an irritating piece of fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel bloated.&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;I have these weird cravings.&lt;br /&gt;I feel hungry all the time. Like seriously suffering a serious case of the munchies.&lt;br /&gt;I feel super duper fat but I simply refuse to stop eating!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang...&lt;br /&gt;Can you please get me all those things listed above?&lt;br /&gt;Please? Please? Please?&lt;br /&gt;I want them so badly that I can cry right now. Sampai tak boleh tido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get me those things...&lt;br /&gt;I janji I will not eat for 2 when I'm pregnant. I will eat for 1 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;I janji I tak kejot you tengah malam when I have a craving for something. I kasi you tido sampai besok pagi. Your pregnant wife will not disturb your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I janji I will bear you boys instead of girls.&lt;br /&gt;I janji I let you hold on to my atm card on weekdays and get it from you only when you bookout so that I will not spend on weekdays and my almari will not termuntah.&lt;br /&gt;I janji I will go to the gym with you on weekends whenever you ask me to jadi I tak gemok.&lt;br /&gt;I janji I will not be stingy with my kisses each time I'm with you tapi slalu when I nak kiss you on the cheeks, you will be irritating and either pull yourself away or make yourself even taller. I am pendek. It's tiring to tip-toe dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please? Please? Please?&lt;br /&gt;Boleh tak? Please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly am in a bad mood. Just now when Ansari asked me how will we be decorating Toonie's birthday card, I told him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Decorate dengan air liuh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Ansari asked me how I was going to the kenduri later, I told him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I berenang..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; meant to be funny ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People please pray that I don't end up snapping at Ansari when I meet him after the kenduri later. &lt;strong&gt;I'm so snappy that I might even snap off his penis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114927332385597630?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114927332385597630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114927332385597630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114927332385597630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114927332385597630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-laksa.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114875281089801489</id><published>2006-06-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T03:03:13.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, Ansari and me went to buy Toonie's birthday gift. A belated one but nonetheless, it was a &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; because Toonie was a great help in helping to get us together. Well, many other factors did come into place and in the end, it was me and Ansari who helped ourselves but without Toonie, I think the 2 of us would not have been aware of our feelings for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we were aware but we would have continued to be irritating towards each other and waited for the other to make the first move. If you know Ansari and me well, I am stubborn and Ansari is a tad egoistical so that is a very bad combination indeed. Only God knows the things we do to &lt;strong&gt;frustrate the hell out of each other!&lt;/strong&gt; Besides that, I think we would have ended up &lt;strong&gt;flirting with each other but would never have gotten straight to the point!&lt;/strong&gt; We &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; do that by the way. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do think flirting with your significant other is healthy.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes? No? I think it helps to keep the relationship alive and exciting. Just get up to something &lt;strong&gt;naughty&lt;/strong&gt;. That will definitely be &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bought Toonie a pair of Levi's jeans. The Slim-Fit Square Cut ones. Thank goodness Ansari and me liked the exact same colour and exact same type of Square-Cut Levi's the moment we saw it. If not we would have spent God knows how long in the Levi's Girls Store and might have even ended up getting into a small argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched Mission Impossible 3. &lt;em&gt;Ade orang tu nak sangat abih sebab tengok movie sume duit dia, saye ikot je la. Tak brani membantah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;die-die&lt;/em&gt; wanted Ben and Jerry's so we had to endure the long queue at the counter. Initially Ansari just gave me the money and told me to order it myself but I &lt;strong&gt;insisted&lt;/strong&gt; he queue up with me. So when it was our turn, I quickly shoved the money back into his hands and even before he had the chance to react, I quickly moved out of the queue and smiled sweetly at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm shy to place orders. Serious. &lt;em&gt;Tak bedek.&lt;/em&gt; Unless of course when I'm alone, there's nothing I could do. Other than that, I get people to place orders for me. Even Shaikhah buys my food for me and carries the tray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you very much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the moment the guy placed the Ben and Jerry's on the counter, I quickly grabbed it and thrusted my face into Ansari's and said childishly in front of the guy at the counter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All MINE! I'm NOT sharing it with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*stuck tongue out*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansari just gave out a loud sigh. I think he must have thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Somebody tell me why I'm her bf. Please?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I let him have a taste of the ice-cream &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Only 2 scoops though.&lt;/strong&gt; Then I finished up the entire small container all by myself, barely 15 minutes into the movie. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, that due to my selfish-ness, I got my retribution too. &lt;strong&gt;3 chocolate spots were on my white capri&lt;/strong&gt; when the movie ended. Horrible ain't it? I ate ice-cream till it dripped onto my white capri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to wash most of it off though. At first Ansari was nice about it and told me that the stains could not be seen but of course as the evening wore on and we were walking around, he decided to get into his irritating mode and &lt;strong&gt;made fun of the 3 spots on my white capri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Kassim and Mas after the movie. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kassim, can you like &lt;em&gt;puhleeeeessseee&lt;/em&gt; get a hair-cut? Or a trim? You seriously looked like an &lt;em&gt;apek!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at KFC and bumped into his friend. Then Ansari sent me off to my tuition place and he walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, Ansari came over and we watched King Arthur together. The DVD was disappointing. They said it had more unseen footages but the fighting scenes were not that good. I almost fell asleep while lying on Ansari's lap. Then he went for Friday Prayers wearing Ayah's slippers and I went to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that Ansari wore the white tee I bought him from Fox, I also decided to wear the new white tee he bought me from Taiwan. Yes he bought me stuff from Levis when he was in Taiwan. He even had to put the stuff in his duffel bag so imagine &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; what he bought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*giggles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I lub Ansari many-many la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he got back home, I was still getting ready so he asked if he could take a look at my wardrobe. He was &lt;strong&gt;speechless.&lt;/strong&gt; Then he saw my earrings collection and remained even &lt;strong&gt;more speechless.&lt;/strong&gt; He further inspected the collection of shoes that I have in the store-room and he had to ask me why I was so stupid to have gotten myself shoes in every other colour possible except for the basic black, white and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; ok! I just love colours so naturally I would be drawn to coloured shoes. Purple, green, blue, yellow, pink and many many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done, we left my place and took 21 to Mustafa Centre. He bought his brown jeans. I tell you, Ansari has tees and pants in every shade of brown &lt;em&gt;la!&lt;/em&gt; Don't say I'm the &lt;em&gt;burok&lt;/em&gt; one ok! At least my wardrobe has variations of colours. Unlike yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had to be his sales assistant and went back and forth, bent and squatted down to find the right fit and size and colour for him. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; Then after he tried on &lt;strong&gt;several&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, he just dumped those that he did not want on me. &lt;em&gt;Urgh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 23 back to Tampines and thought of catching X-Men 3 but the timings were a kinda off as I had to tutor at 7:30pm so in the end we just sat at McDonalds and I had my Twister Fries while he had his Chicken Foldover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Ansari &lt;strong&gt;had to be irritating&lt;/strong&gt; and ate a bit of my Twister Fries. I did not mind because he did pay for the meal afterall but he &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to take those &lt;strong&gt;super duper curly-wurly ones &lt;em&gt;(macam ekor babi)&lt;/em&gt; and they were my favourite!&lt;/strong&gt; I always save those for last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat right smack under the LCD Tv at Macs so it seemed like we were facing the entire crowd at Macs and as if the rest of the world were looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of talking. A lot of confession. Nice. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we were interrupted by some unpleasant encounter. While Ansari and me were engaging in a serious conversation, this girl out of the blue popped &lt;strong&gt;smack in front of me.&lt;/strong&gt; Like seriously &lt;strong&gt;in front of my face!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"U're Azreen right? Shaikhah's fren?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm..... Yaaaa...." (she knows my name?! scary!!)&lt;br /&gt;"Ok can I borrow your fone to make a call cos my batt's flat..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... I dun mind but my hp's spoilt and if u do wana make a call, u hv to use the loudspeaker function..."&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok. I really need to make a call..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lent her my handphone and she made a call for barely 3 seconds! &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt; First she did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; even introduce herself. It was only after I asked for her name then she told me. That was fine but I nearly wanted to blow my top when she turned to Ansari and asked for his name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's ur name ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ansari..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, u look so much like my bf. I nearly freaked out!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind people talking to my boyfriend. However, she &lt;strong&gt;barely&lt;/strong&gt; knew me much less Ansari and she had the cheek to ask Ansari for his name &lt;strong&gt;in front of me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what if he looked like your boyfriend? Discovery of the year is it? Amazing is it? Will it go down in the Guinness Book of Records? You will win 4D is it upon that amazing discovery of yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very least, she could have just looked at me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your bf looks like my bf. Surprising!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have been fine you know. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abih kau berbual dengan boyfriend aku, depan aku, macam tak tahu malu siak! Abih aku ni ape kat situ? Batu? Tunggol? Anak patong?&lt;/em&gt; And was it even necessary to ask for his name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, again Ansari sent me off for tuition then he walked home. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should just upload the long overdue pictures taken over the weekend. Not many though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask why we smiled like that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajeen play with Nazurah can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I tutored Nabilah, I quickly went to meet Ansari at Lavender MRT. The initial plan was to get Toonie and Lulu to come along as well so that we could spend time with them and watch X-Men 3 as well however it backfired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to Beach Road to sew his rank on 4 of his uniforms. Had to wait for an hour for his ranks to be sewn. All the while, I was jittery because we did not book tickets for the movie and I was just afraid it would be full house. So while we waited and stood at a corner, Ansari made me sms Abang to ask if he could borrow Abang's army pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ansari, he has dropped a size. So now he is a medium size. On top of that, since he is a Sergeant now &lt;em&gt;(menyampah!)&lt;/em&gt; he want to look smart in his uniform so every single part of his uniform has to be in the proper size. He must look presentable to his men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever &lt;em&gt;la brudder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Abang agreed to lend Ansari his pants. So &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; after his ranks were sewn, we quickly made our way to Bugis Junction. We headed straight for the ticketing booth. I tell you, I was seriously all jittery and excited when I was in the queue. Ansari was more interested in the new movies that will be coming out. He kept asking me if I wanted to watch the movies with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course I nak Sayang tapi selalu you yang busy. Tak free la. Penat la. Malas la. Ini la. Itu la. &lt;br /&gt;*bluek*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I got my hands on the tickets, I kept them safely. Then we walked around Bugis! Yay! Bugis! Saw &lt;strong&gt;a whole lot of things&lt;/strong&gt; that I liked but I did not buy anything. Ansari offered to buy me some stuff but I declined. &lt;em&gt;Ish. Tak boleh.&lt;/em&gt; I must not get him to buy too many stuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we bought a duffel bag for Asheek. For him to bring back to camp. Imagine Asheek in his smart police uniform carrying that black duffel bag. &lt;em&gt;Fuuuhhhh!!! Tak boleh angkaaaat!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Ansari did not ask Asheek to pay him back. It only cost $27 after I managed to haggle the price down. It can be an advanced birthday gift for Asheek seeing that his birthday is in about a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into quite a few of his friends at Bugis. I was one happy woman after watching X-Men 3. Yes I stayed till the credits finished rolling. Ansari could not be bothered to do that. He did not believe me when I told him there was something worth seeing after the credits had finished rolling. So he went out while I remained adamant and stayed in the theatre with about 7 other strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, do stay till the credits finish rolling. I &lt;strong&gt;guarantee&lt;/strong&gt; all of you that it will be something &lt;strong&gt;worth seeing.&lt;/strong&gt; After which one obvious question will be stuck on all of your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;draaagggeeed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; him to take the DHL Helium Balloon with me. I seriously had to pull his hands. You see, I wanted to ride it during the &lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt; but he wanted to ride it at &lt;strong&gt;night.&lt;/strong&gt; My rationale being that if we ride it during daylight, the pictures will come out &lt;strong&gt;so much nicer&lt;/strong&gt; when we are high up in the air but he thinks that it will be &lt;strong&gt;nicer&lt;/strong&gt; with the lights on at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till today, I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; think we should have gone on the balloon during the &lt;strong&gt;day.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Malam tak nampak apape la belo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our tix for the DHL Balloon Ride...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for 30 minutes for our "flight", we got up to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy vs Tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I left her for 3 weeks and she has gone mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's coming down!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 1st shot on the balloon. Nice, but his head got cut-off...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do in fact like the shot above because he was not smiling in it. Please don't ask me why I like guys who look like that. I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally we got someone to snap a pic for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is...&lt;br /&gt;We are unable to snap a proper picture of ourselves when the 2 of us are standing up because I simply look &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt; beside Ansari. Not that he is super tall or I am super short. Just that both our faces will not be able to fit into the screen properly unless of course both of us are seated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View from the top...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we got down, someone had to complain that he was hungry so we went to eat. He had murtabak while I just sat down, facing him and hoping that he would stop feeding me murtabak pieces that contained &lt;strong&gt;humongous&lt;/strong&gt; chunks of onions! He also tried to make me eat the brinjal that was in the curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*eww*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he &lt;strong&gt;forced&lt;/strong&gt; me to eat Old Chang Kee's Peanut Feelin'. Well, in actual fact, it is one of my favourite snacks from Old Chang Kee but I was just exhausted and wanted to go home. However, I had to oblige because if I didn't eat it, he would not move! So he fed and fed me and got &lt;strong&gt;frustrated&lt;/strong&gt; when I took small bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, at the rate I was going, &lt;em&gt;sampai bile-bile pon tak habis makan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh, dah cakap kan penat. Malas. Sape suroh pakse? Anyway, mulot I bukan la besar sangat. Kene la gigit sikit-sikit. Nak suap tu biar ikhlas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See how happy he is when he's eating...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thmay06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/27thmay06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, he sent me home. When we boarded the &lt;strong&gt;very crowded&lt;/strong&gt; bus number 60 at eunos MRT, I sat beside this guy while Ansari stood by my side. Then as I asked Ansari to put his duffel bag on my lap, the guy beside me and Ansari turned to look at each other and it was his friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Alif person with an Arab sounding surname. Then his friend did the &lt;strong&gt;sweetest&lt;/strong&gt; thing. He stood up, and told me to move in so that Ansari could sit beside me while he stood. Then while the 2 guys talked, I slept throughout the journey from the MRT to my place only to be awakened by Ansari's light tapping on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached my place close to 11pm. The night was pretty early but I was tired from all the walking so I did not sit at the playground with Ansari that night. He sent me right to my doorstep. Luckily Ayah was out and Ibu was watching the TV in my room so nobody saw. Then he kissed me goodbye and took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend. Sorry it really is outdated. I don't know what else to update about &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114875281089801489?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114875281089801489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114875281089801489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114875281089801489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114875281089801489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-thursday-ansari-and-me-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114908893890995990</id><published>2006-05-31T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:22:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so Ansari had a night's out today. Which means that he got a chance to get out of Tekong just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him my exam results then I &lt;strong&gt;shamelessly&lt;/strong&gt; asked for a present. To which he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Another 2% you dah boleh dapat 80% so no present for you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I labelled him &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelokek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(but of course he is &lt;strong&gt;very generous&lt;/strong&gt; to me all the time)&lt;/em&gt; and for that, he actually asked me what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then silly, silly me had to tell him that I didn't want anything except for a nice, sweet kiss from him the next time I see him. &lt;strong&gt;Priceless!&lt;/strong&gt; So now I'm regretting whatever I said just now because right now, what &lt;strong&gt;I really, really want is a nice pair of white pumps with heels!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm starting to sound all materialistic but I want a pair of white pumps with heels &lt;strong&gt;badly.&lt;/strong&gt; If possible, by this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Sayang...&lt;br /&gt;Can you buy me a pair of white pumps with heels on top of that kiss that you're going to give me?&lt;br /&gt;Please? Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;And this is NOT inclusive of your 1 year anniversary gift for me ok?&lt;br /&gt;Boleh tak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm &lt;em&gt;tak tahu malu&lt;/em&gt; because if I'm &lt;em&gt;tak tahu malu,&lt;/em&gt; I would have asked Ansari for that just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora, please help hint to your brother for me. Can? Please? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebab I MALU laaaaaaahhhh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114908893890995990?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114908893890995990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114908893890995990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114908893890995990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114908893890995990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-so-ansari-had-nights-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114866611959265811</id><published>2006-05-27T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:33:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/z2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/z2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life to begin...&lt;br /&gt;For there is no one else...&lt;br /&gt;I would want to spend the rest of my life with...&lt;br /&gt;Other than you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Advanced 11 Monthsversary Sayang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114866611959265811?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114866611959265811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114866611959265811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114866611959265811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114866611959265811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-4138536668219026264</id><published>2006-05-27T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:03:19.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINCE YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IS BIG ON EATING, GO ON! EAT! EAT! EAT!!!!!! EAT ALL YOU WANT!! EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING, EVERY SINGLE DAMN OCCASION, MUST INVITE EVERYONE TO EAT TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE IS SO FREAKING RICH IS IT????????????? ALWAYS GO EAT, EAT EAT!! NOTHING BETTER TO DO IS IT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EAT UNTIL ALL OF YOU BECOME FAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BETTER STILL, I WISH THAT ALL OF YOU WILL CHOKE TO DEATH WHILE EATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAD RIGHT NOWWWWW!!! DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY BOYFRIEND HAVE TO TAG ALONG JUST TO EAT. ISN'T THERE ENOUGH FOOD AT HOME TO EAT???????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW I CAN'T SPEND TIME WITH HIM!!! ALL BECAUSE ALL OF YOU LIKE TO EAT!!!!!!!!! EAT!!!!!!!!!!!! EAT!!!!!!!!!!!! GO LA. 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I came across another girl's blog. Like me, her boyfriend is currently serving NS. I have been reading her blog for some time now. Simply because she is going through what I am going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think there should be an interest group set up for girls with boyfriends in the army. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a serious note, I recently read an entry of hers. I copied and paste the entire rant of hers up there. I shall not name names though because it isn't nice to do so and she is entitled to her own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It got me thinking... Ansari's family is like that too. They often eat out together. As one big family. Granted, sometimes I get upset and whine away each time he has to commit to such things when he books out while I have to be home. All bored. I mean, an entire week of waiting for him to book out, the anticipation, all gone down the drain because he has family commitments to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admittedly, when I read whatever the girl posted, I thought it wasn't nice of her. Personally, I would &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; wish such things upon Ansari's family. Or other people's family for that matter. &lt;strong&gt;It's really a mean thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess life isn't a bed of roses. Nothing is ever fair. You win some, you lose someone. Because Ansari and me are not married yet, it is difficult for me to tag along for such occasions. And that is where I lose out on precious time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't ever let anger consume me to wish upon other people like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, food for thought for tonight. I miss Ansari &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-4138536668219026264?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4138536668219026264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=4138536668219026264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/4138536668219026264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/4138536668219026264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/since-your-entire-family-is-big-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114849511228330706</id><published>2006-05-25T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:42:06.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Shaikhah came over yesterday to borrow some of my stuff. She &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; what I have always had in my wardrobe all along but when she finally opened my wardrobe and I made her choose, she &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; agreed that I need a walk-in wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't side with Ansari on this Shaikhah. Please. You are &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; friend. You are supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;on my side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. Ansari ever said that should we get married, I will seriously need a walk-in wardrobe. Then he will leave me in there all day long while he watches tv or engross himself in his Playstation 2. Also when he gets home from work and I'm nowhere to be found in the kitchen or the living room or the toilet, or the master bedroom, he will know where to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The walk-in wardrobe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even had it all planned out. The walk-in wardrobe should be built strategically next to the door of the toilet so that each time I have bathed, I can easily step into the walk-in wardrobe and &lt;strong&gt;choose my clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me sound so bad &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; can? I'm seriously &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;em&gt;burok&lt;/em&gt; am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to admit that I've reached a point whereby I can't remember which tops or bottoms that I have. &lt;em&gt;Heck.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I didn't have a decent pair of white shoes to wear to Ansari's Passing Out Parade when I had actually worn a pair of white low heels on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok &lt;em&gt;fine.&lt;/em&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;burok&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, from my place, we went to Tampines Mall to buy food. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food, glorious food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then we went over to Lulu's. &lt;em&gt;Ade orang tu semangat tau cakap nak sampai rumah Lulu 12:01pm mentang-kentang Lulu cakap after 12pm boleh datang rumah dia tapi tengok lah kul brape kiter sampai tadi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kan&lt;/em&gt; Shaikhah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She &lt;em&gt;insisted&lt;/em&gt; on taking a photo in the bus so I obliged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our mini picnic on Lulu's bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U really want me to eat the sushi &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, Shaik?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, ok I'll &lt;em&gt;TRY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tissue monster doing what she's best at on Lulu's bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With flash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without flash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shaikhah left to teach tuition and me and Lulu went for Ansari's P.O.P with his parents. Cik Yam and Uncle Bakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course silly me forgot to bring &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; which I will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; mention here and because of that, now his parents know where I live &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Ansari &lt;strong&gt;STOP TEASING ME ABOUT THE THING THAT I FORGOT TO BRING!&lt;/strong&gt; Mentang-kentang your mom told you about it, that doesn't give you the right to call me rabak la. Bluek. Kancheong and nervous and gabrah la. Bluek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were dark clouds but it was still hot. The place was disgusting. Ok disgusting is not exactly the right word to use. Don't get me wrong. The camp was definitely clean. Very clean in fact. Just that when I saw the obstacle courses, the length of the road leading into his camp and all, now I kind of understand why &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; army men turn into weirdos. That was what me and Lulu concluded at. &lt;strong&gt;Sad, sad life &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1600 hrs &lt;strong&gt;sharp&lt;/strong&gt; the parade started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha and Bravo companies came marching in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I think they looked stupid with those pouches hanging around them &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off to put down their rifles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/z2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/z2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The proudest moment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. I didn't know they even had a school song! I recorded it on video though but I'll upload it later. Having problems uploading it. They even had a cheer. An anthem even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously couldn't make out what they said. All deep voices simultaneously. I only heard mumblings. Goodness! Had a good laugh with Lulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hooray! Hooray! Everybody threw their berets! POP already!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His platoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've not seen him smile this widely in a long, long time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/z3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/z3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the guests to eat. Cik Yam and Uncle Bakar proceeded to the canteen so that was when I managed to steal a moment to snap a shot with Ansari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; proudest moment &lt;em&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in uniform has always turned me on. However when I saw Ansari in his uniform, I seriously wanted to faint you know! I told him that and he didn't believe me. He kept saying that his buddy is more good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alah. You will never get it la Sayang. Your buddy is your buddy. You are you. Memang your buddy hensem gilerrr macam mat salleh tapi takde oomph la sebab he is very smiley. Tak macam you. Serious and monyok face. &lt;strong&gt;I LOIKE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not ask me why I like guys who look serious. Smiley guys are nice to look at however they just don't turn me on. Guys who look serious &lt;em&gt;macam ade sikit&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bad boy image.&lt;/strong&gt; So in a way they &lt;strong&gt;intrigue me and yet instil fear in me. &lt;em&gt;I LOIKE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Top it off with a goatee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOIKE MANY-MANY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were eating in the canteen, Ansari came over to join us and the minute he stood behind me, he used his finger to hit my head. It didn't hurt or anything but I wish he would just behave you know. &lt;em&gt;Gawd!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His beret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thmay06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/24thmay06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See his beret on top? It's light but who was made to carry it? &lt;strong&gt;ME.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Goodness!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, he could have just slotted it into this thingy on his shoulder but he did not you know. I was made to carry that smelly &lt;em&gt;(ok it wasn't)&lt;/em&gt; weightless &lt;em&gt;(and I know I should not be complaining since it did not weigh a tonne!)&lt;/em&gt; thing around while he went to get his 2 humongous luggages from his bunk and all. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect Ansari is much much more &lt;em&gt;kepo&lt;/em&gt; than me and Lulu were because he kept a lookout for The Anneh and kept telling us his location. &lt;em&gt;Ewww.&lt;/em&gt; Please do not spoil my mood or my appetite. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how he knew or who he went to ask in the first place because Ansari and The Anneh were in different companies but when I said to Lulu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hope he doesn't get posted to where Ansari is posted to..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansari instantaneously replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh he got into A-Tec..."&lt;/em&gt; (if I heard correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upon further explanation, he got into the A-Tec Aggressor &lt;em&gt;(what Abang told me)&lt;/em&gt; and The Anneh will be based in Pasir Laba from now on!! &lt;strong&gt;Retribution!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat lah kau Raja travel back and forth from Tampines to Boon Lay. SELAMAT. You are soooooooo going to have a life la!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course on the way home in the car, me and Lulu spotted The Anneh walking with his parents and from far &lt;strong&gt;we could only see his teeth.&lt;/strong&gt; You know those gleaming white teeth. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lulu...&lt;br /&gt;Ansari said some of his friends thought we were &lt;strong&gt;"hot stuff".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;If pretty &lt;em&gt;takpe tau. Ni &lt;strong&gt;"hot stuff".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ade yang mintak nombor skali.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But too bad it wasn't that &lt;em&gt;Muhd Lashes&lt;/em&gt; kan??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*giggles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Sayang...&lt;br /&gt;Now you can eat roti john at the canteen hari-hari&lt;br /&gt;and put on a bit more weight!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you can't grow a goatee.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(PS: Anybody noticed that it rhymed? *wahaha* It was on the spur of the moment actually *wahaha*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114849511228330706?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114849511228330706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114849511228330706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114849511228330706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114849511228330706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-shaikhah-came-over-yesterday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114822069140443128</id><published>2006-05-21T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:46:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; was cloudy but it &lt;strong&gt;was a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't eat a lot but it &lt;strong&gt;was a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I had to iron Ayah's clothes but it &lt;strong&gt;was a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I got a scolding from Ayah for waking up at 2pm but it &lt;strong&gt;was a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I kept getting my sleep interrupted by phonecalls and smses but it &lt;strong&gt;was a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because &lt;strong&gt;today was a good day,&lt;/strong&gt; I bothered to dress myself up nicely and followed my parents to my uncle's place for his newborn daughter's &lt;em&gt;cukur rambot&lt;/em&gt; ceremnoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because &lt;strong&gt;today was a good day,&lt;/strong&gt; so despite there being a &lt;em&gt;huge crowd&lt;/em&gt; of people that I do not know at my uncle's place &lt;em&gt;(because we came late so all my cousins went home already),&lt;/em&gt; I smiled at every single guest and I am &lt;em&gt;seldom&lt;/em&gt; generous with my smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because &lt;strong&gt;today was a good day,&lt;/strong&gt; I asked Ibu to take these for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stmay06%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/21stmay06%20001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nearer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stmay06%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/21stmay06%20002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And NEARER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stmay06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/21stmay06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD DAY EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114822069140443128?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114822069140443128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114822069140443128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114822069140443128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114822069140443128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114813964017440827</id><published>2006-05-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:51:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought my day was going to turn out bad. &lt;strong&gt;Super duper bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much sleep last night. I think I managed to get in 2 hours of sleep what with the tossing and turning and crying. At first, my aunt did not want to have tuition today. Then at 7:30am, she called to ask me to go over to her place to teach tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drraaagggg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; myself out of my bed, reached for my towel and headed to the bathroom. It was seriously a &lt;strong&gt;torture&lt;/strong&gt; because my eyes felt like fishballs. However, I knew it was &lt;em&gt;waaaaayyy&lt;/em&gt; better than staying home all day, so I decided to well move my &lt;strong&gt;entire heavy body &lt;em&gt;yang berbabat ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had problems deciding what to wear. Just when I wanted to wear the white tee with my name and Ansari's name, I couldn't find it! I emptied my &lt;strong&gt;entire wardrobe.&lt;/strong&gt; Then when I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; found it, I had to search &lt;strong&gt;high and low&lt;/strong&gt; for my belt. &lt;em&gt;Sheeesh.&lt;/em&gt; I almost wanted to scream I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upon reaching Jurong East Interchange, as usual I was greeted to the sight of students doing flag-selling and this nyonya selling tissues. Every single week she is there and she goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tissue paper 1 dollar. Tissue paper 1 dollar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well record her own voice and just play it you know. She just goes on and on and on. However, today I was extra irritated by her and the sound of her voice. To top it off, she actually shouted at the students doing flag-selling. She actually shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Woiii! Kasi olang jalan ah. Kasi olang beli tisu wa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gooooodnesss!!&lt;/em&gt; Like who wants to buy her stinking tissue papers anyway? Her voice is already so damn irritating and she is always very rude some more. Especially to those who walked in front of her without buying her tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought that was bad enough. As I was standing near the queue for buses 52, 183 and 33 &lt;em&gt;(I don't usually join the queue because I will just take whichever bus that comes first)&lt;/em&gt;, this apek in crumpled blue shirt and shorts carrying a plastic bag and this hard black leather bag, walked towards me, faced me and said to my face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I vote for the opposition. I don't vote for PAP. Please don't vote for the PAP. Vote for opposition. Lee Kuan Yew is an evil guy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hope I won't get into trouble for saying that in my blog but I was merely regurgitating whatever he said. After that, he moved on to another person, repeating the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would end there but I had the misfortune of having him ride bus number 52 with me. So the moment he boarded the bus, &lt;strong&gt;he said the exact same thing to the bus driver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he was about to alight, as he stood at the door &lt;em&gt;(dah la super kancheong picit bell siang-siang abih jalan while the bus is moving dengan dua-dua beg dia yang berat),&lt;/em&gt; he turned to his left and spoke Mandarin to this teenager. I pity her. Seriously. He repeated the exact same thing only that it was in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I seriously felt lethargic today. Felt out of sorts too. My aunt could tell from the moment she opened the door. After having tutored Nabilah, she tried to entertain me. I guess she knew what I was upset about. So today, unlike all those other days and weeks, she asked me lots of stuff about Ansari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say she has never been interested before. Each week, wihout fail she will ask how he's doing. How he's coping in camp and especially now in Taiwan. So today was the first time ever I told her lots of things about Ansari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to let it out you know. The things we do together for fun. How irritating he can be. To make things better, I realize she also face the same problem as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both of us have fussy significant others when it comes to shopping!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; What luck I tell you. My aunt further had to make it worse by saying that I will end up marrying someone like Ayah judging from all the things I told her about Ansari. &lt;em&gt;Eh blom lagi eh. Lama lagi tau nak kahwin. Lamaaaaaaaa skali. Blom tentu Ansari and me ade jodoh. Tapi harap-harap ade la kan? Walaupun dia almost sebijik macam Ayah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking, I was seated on the floor in her bedroom. I sat right beside the door, at the corner of the wall. Then my aunt had to bathe the kids and all so while waiting, I actually fell asleep! &lt;em&gt;Aku tido dudok, kepale terlentok, macam ayam yang kene sembelih.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky thing Shaikhah smsed me because I woke up to read her sms and caught my aunt trying to snap a shot of me sleeping &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so burukly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in her room! &lt;em&gt;Sunggoh tak senonoh lah makcik aku ni satu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house for City Hall. My uncle wanted to buy some tees and shirts from Polo Ralph Lauren and &lt;strong&gt;I can seriously vouch that he is as fussy as Ansari.&lt;/strong&gt; Their kind of fussy is not the &lt;em&gt;make-noise&lt;/em&gt; kind of fussy so no matter how many questions you ask, you won't know what goes on in their mind. Then when they reach home, they will tell you that they want to buy the stuff &lt;strong&gt;the next day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got Lego exhibition lah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before we left for Takashimaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah got her Harry Potter Lego Set while Nadiah got her House Building Lego Set. I seriously think Legos are good to stimulate minds of kids don't you think? Even adults. What with all the building of tiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then when we reached Takashimaya, my aunt and me popped into Mango for a while. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; The wonderful clothes. I couldn't believe my ears when my aunt told me to just pick anything. &lt;strong&gt;A treat from her!&lt;/strong&gt; I think it was because I looked pathetic all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself a super duper nice blue tube and this white crocheted capelet. My stuff cost $105. My aunt got herself 2 tops and they cost her $84. Nazurah was bing such a sweetie because she &lt;strong&gt;refused&lt;/strong&gt; to let me carry my Mango paperbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slung the bag over her head and her left arm because it was too long for her to carry it by her side. After that, she just held my hands and she walked around with a grin on her face. &lt;strong&gt;Of course every single shopper kept commenting on how cute she looked.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abih, Sister Ajeen sebelah dia tu tak jambu keee??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love it! Love it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This fits me perfectly and you may not see it but the sleeves puff up at the shoulders when I put it on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/20thmay06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/20thmay06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's coming home. Finally he's coming home. &lt;br /&gt;I endured 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I was strong for most of the 3 weeks except for the past few days when I seriously felt his absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang is finally coming home and for the first time in 3 weeks, I'll be crying tears of happiness...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114813964017440827?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114813964017440827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114813964017440827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114813964017440827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114813964017440827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thought-my-day-was-going-to-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114788810931208315</id><published>2006-05-19T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T04:24:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So on Wednesday, Shaikhah asked me out on a date. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; I was excited you know! Like &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; someone asks me out on a date after I have been rather date-less for close to 3 weeks. Ok crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, little did I know &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she asked me out on a date. It was because she needed me to walk with her at this &lt;strong&gt;God forsaken place.&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you, the weather was already not much of a help. What with the &lt;strong&gt;scorching hot sun&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course it was better than having a rainy weather. However the point is, &lt;strong&gt;scorching hot sun and dust is an absolutely bad combination.&lt;/strong&gt; Luckily I was in comfortable shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shoes, Shaikah, I want to get those shoes from VNC. Yup. Made up my mind. Accompany me when The Great Singapore Sale starts alright? Do you think Ansari would want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tees from New Urban Male? &lt;em&gt;Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So after that, we proceeded for lunch at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the train... All oily and tired...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/17thmay06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/17thmay06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I wore on Tuesday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/17thmay06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/17thmay06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we settled for Century Square's Food Culture. &lt;em&gt;Maklom lah ade orang tu tak pernah makan kat situ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My spaghetti bolognese in beef sauce with crispy chicken... Damn sedap I swear!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/17thmay06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/17thmay06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaikhah's spaghetti bolognese in chicken sauce with crispy chicken...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/17thmay06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/17thmay06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My umm... Ummm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/17thmay06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/17thmay06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt; Shaikhah? I can't remember what I ordered. Especially since you were the one who ordered for me. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was waiting for Shaikhah to come back from the dessert stall, I &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; I saw &lt;strong&gt;someone.&lt;/strong&gt; I was scared though that I had gotten it wrong so what did I do? I just continued observing from afar. As that &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; walked towards the dessert stall, looked up at the menu, went forward and stood beside Shaikhah and looked at the dessert ingredients and then proceeded to &lt;strong&gt;flirt with the dessert stall auntie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the last bit was complete untruth by the way. The bottomline is... I was too shy to do anything. To even call or sms. I only did that after I reached my tuition kid's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yes. It was &lt;strong&gt;Kassim&lt;/strong&gt; that I saw. In a white tee and jeans. All &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; looking. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaikhah, Ansari blom balik lagi eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/17thmay06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/17thmay06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blom Azreen... *smiles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/17thmay06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/17thmay06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw an ex-jc school mate. The one that both of us cannot tolerate. &lt;em&gt;Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt; Shaikhah had an easy time ok because while eating, she had her back towards &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; while I had the misfortune of having the &lt;strong&gt;full view&lt;/strong&gt; of her face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I really had a bowl of bitchy for breakfast on Wednesday morning that I just continued looking in &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; direction and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; of course caught me doing that several times and all those times I did not smile or anything but just looked past &lt;em&gt;her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh those &lt;strong&gt;absolutely mean&lt;/strong&gt; jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi Azreen! You have lost so much weight!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hi. I see you still look the same. No change physically. And you are STILL the SAME PERSON! KEEP IT UP!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday... Had a date with Azura. Met up at Bugis. I cannot fathom why that woman decided to wear a &lt;strong&gt;blazer&lt;/strong&gt; when the sun was shining so brightly. It was a &lt;strong&gt;black blazer&lt;/strong&gt; some more! To think she had an absolutely nice green top underneath! &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As both of us were terribly hungry &lt;em&gt;(we were talking about food on MSN the night before!),&lt;/em&gt; we proceeded to have lunch at Banquet first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azura's Yong Taufu with Beehoon although her actual order was a Dry Yong Taufu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My chicken rice... I haven't had chicken rice for the LONGEST time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Yong Taufu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went on our mini shopping spree. Well more like mine actually because we were on a quest to get me a long turqoise skirt. We walked around Bugis Village. No long skirts caught my eye but a whole truckload of clothes, bags, shoes and mid-length skirts caught my eye though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself 2 new bags from Bugis Village actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta-daa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total cost for 2 of them was supposed to come up to $40 but I asked for $30 so in the end the lady sold them to me for $33. Good buy I must say. She thanked me for buying the bags and said that if she strikes 4D on Saturday, she &lt;strong&gt;insist&lt;/strong&gt; that me and Azura come down to her store and she will give out &lt;em&gt;angpows.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what she said about herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because I gentleman ah, I also give angpow to you (referring to Azura). You never buy bag also can. Still get angpow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, bought my long turqoise skirt at This Fashion. I have not gotten myself anything from This Fashion for the longest time simply because I do not fancy the clothes there. I have to say though that they had very nice long skirts. Of course the long skirt was not that long till it touched the floor &lt;em&gt;(like Azura's)&lt;/em&gt; and it did not have that nice, &lt;em&gt;kembang&lt;/em&gt; effect (&lt;em&gt;like Azura's)&lt;/em&gt; when I twirled around in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply because &lt;strong&gt;Azura is short&lt;/strong&gt; and I am well &lt;strong&gt;taller.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we tried the new banana milkshake from Macs. Yummy. Of course Azura kept saying that the one sold at the engineering faculty is much much nicer. So Kassim, when you get back to school, try the banana milkshake &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; Azura has been promoting it &lt;em&gt;macam nak giler.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, being out with Azura is always so so tiring. We tire ourselves from laughing too much. Serious. I laugh so much more with her than all my other friends. I laughed so much till I felt thirsty for the entire day &lt;em&gt;(even now!)&lt;/em&gt; and she kept complaining that her jaw hurt from laughing too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh... While Azura kept bumping into almost every single person at Bugis Village, &lt;strong&gt;I got molested &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chinese fella, he was walking towards me. Then as he walked past me, he conveniently brushed his &lt;strong&gt;entire arm&lt;/strong&gt; on my thigh! Yes. His arm was on my left thigh for like &lt;strong&gt;3 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(which is a long time ok!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! We all know the difference between accidental brushing and ummm... brushing with &lt;strong&gt;purpose.&lt;/strong&gt; Even Azura saw it. She in turn looked at me and I was staring at that fella as he &lt;strong&gt;nonchalantly&lt;/strong&gt; walked on. I seriously turned my head around and looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course was nothing but that was all I could afford to do. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; The place was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; even crowded. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; Wat luck! Luckily he did not brush his arm against my breast or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after we were tired of walking, we sat at Macs. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; This time Azura and me were so thirsty that we shared a large coke. &lt;em&gt;Lepas banana milkshake, coke pulak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we laughed like mad. Banged on the table. Me complaining of being tired from laughing and she complaining that her jaw hurt but we continued laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So engrossed in her coke till she looked pissed when I snapped this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love my tee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite shot of the day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmay06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/18thmay06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say Azura is a good shopping companion. Although she has always been &lt;strong&gt;so so much better&lt;/strong&gt; at curbing her urges to spend &lt;em&gt;(unlike me!),&lt;/em&gt; it is still nice to go shopping with her. Patient. Honest opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besssst!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeta, how to meet you on Monday??!!?! I'm &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going to Bugis with you on Monday again. &lt;em&gt;Duit dah terbang!&lt;/em&gt; Still got money &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; but I must &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; spend anymore. &lt;em&gt;Bluek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Munich with Ayah. Fantastic movie but it was a wrong decision to watch it with Ayah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad, bad move.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I did not catch it in cinemas with Abang and the rest. If not... Well all I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OHHHHH MY GAWDERRRRRRRR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114788810931208315?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114788810931208315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114788810931208315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114788810931208315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114788810931208315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-on-wednesday-shaikhah-asked-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114777832198327797</id><published>2006-05-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:21:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/z1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/z1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I expected it&lt;br /&gt;I counted on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I prepared myself for it&lt;br /&gt;but I miss you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would feel sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew it would be so bad&lt;br /&gt;but I miss you so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I care for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so crazy about you&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;I'm missing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114777832198327797?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114777832198327797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114777832198327797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114777832198327797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114777832198327797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-you-i-expected-it-i-counted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114772510477685920</id><published>2006-05-16T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:31:44.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wait and I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Where could he be?&lt;br /&gt;What is he doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he well?&lt;br /&gt;Is he missing me,&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am missing him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions&lt;br /&gt;Flow through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will our love last?&lt;br /&gt;Will it endure,&lt;br /&gt;All that life has to throw at us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we both&lt;br /&gt;Know the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our love will endure.&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to give,&lt;br /&gt;So many things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to share them with&lt;br /&gt;But you... for you are the other half of me.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that consumes my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;The one that holds my heart,&lt;br /&gt;The one that fills my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that will make all my dreams real.&lt;br /&gt;You, my love, holds the key to my heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I a weak person for missing Ansari all the time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forgive me for my weakness, I don't know why, but without you it's hard to survive"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114772510477685920?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114772510477685920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114772510477685920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114772510477685920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114772510477685920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wait-and-i-wonder-where-could-he-be.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114763136264911461</id><published>2006-05-15T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T04:02:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I do not wish to be just a fair-weather friend.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you approach when you finally have some free time. &lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you meet for a catching up session every few months.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you talk to but yet still keep certain things to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not how this friendship started.&lt;br /&gt;That was not how this friendship is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;That was not how this friendship came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being attached makes me whole, as a person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are there people who think being attached makes one lesser as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it contradict everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, personally &lt;strong&gt;I have not been much lesser as a friend&lt;/strong&gt;. Never. &lt;strong&gt;I may have changed.&lt;/strong&gt; For the better or worse, that I do not know. That is how all of you perceive me. However, when it comes to friendships, I hold it so dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know, I will need to run to my friends each time I need a shoulder to cry on. Because I know, at the end of the day, my friends understand me better than my boyfriend. Because I know, my friends have been there for me right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in a status may I ask?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a relationship means I have found someone whom I can connect with on a whole different level. Someone that I am attracted to physically. Someone that makes me happy. And this someone also can make me so mad but yet at the end of the day, it's still this someone that I want to be with. &lt;strong&gt;Someone who is able to take me to another place called Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is a sacred thing between 2 people.&lt;/strong&gt; I may confide in my friends but never will I get them involved in my love life. The decisions that I make are all mine. Even if it was a mistake to have gotten attached in the first place when all of my friends were single, let me learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as I know that I still have my wonderful friends to turn to, I will pick myself up even after my entire world has crumbled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be your friend. I want to be let into your life. An attached person does not make her much different from her single friends.&lt;/strong&gt; She still needs her friends. She still wants to go on retail therapy with her girl friends. She still wants to bitch about people with her girl friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She still wants her friends to be her bridesmaids on her big day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if being attached has reduced my friendship status with you, then I'll gladly accept it. Even if it means being shut out of your life when it comes to certain things. Even if it means only knowing the minute details and nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if it pains me for not being able to be a part of your life like I used to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stubborn as I can be, as hard-hearted as I can be, I think of others too. I'm sure the rest do not want to see this friendship break apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll be glad to carry on with things according to your terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm willing to pretend as if nothing happened between you and me because I made a promise to &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; that I will not let go of the friendship just like that. &lt;strong&gt;I do not want him to feel torn because of all these.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If status matters to you, then let me be reduced to being a fair-weather friend as a punishment for getting attached to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained him, but I lost the rights to be your close friend like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my final say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114763136264911461?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114763136264911461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114763136264911461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114763136264911461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114763136264911461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-do-not-wish-to-be-just-fair-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114753446872448958</id><published>2006-05-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:26:31.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom and me bought the 2 little girls fairy wings, crowns and magic wands. It was Nadiah's birthday but we bought another set for Nazurah as well. Me and Nabilah got those Witch hats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenek made the cake and my aunt drew Dora on it... Inside each chocolate ball got different fruits! Yummy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The birthday girl tired of her fancy costume...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/12thmay06%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/12thmay06%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to have &lt;strong&gt;cleavage&lt;/strong&gt; when I wore that top. Now no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/z1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sad sad case&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIAH DARLING...&lt;br /&gt;6 YEARS AGO... WHEN YOU WERE BORN ON MAY 13th, I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;ALBEIT AFRAID TO CRADLE YOU IN MY ARMS BECAUSE YOU SEEMED SO FRAGILE, I EVENTUALLY PLUCKED UP ENOUGH COURAGE.&lt;br /&gt;6 YEARS WENT BY IN A FLASH.&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED YOU GROW IN FRONT OF MY EYES.&lt;br /&gt;FROM A CHUBBY LITTLE TODDLER, YOU ARE SUCH A PRETTY LITTLE GIRL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU USED TO HIDE IN BETWEEN MY LEGS OR EVEN BEHIND MY ASS WHEN YOU WERE SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU CRIED DURING YOUR BIRTHDAY IN FRONT OF YOUR CLASS BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO SHY TO HAND OUT THE GOODIE BAGS BUT NOW YOU ARE EXCITED TO HAND OUT THE GOODIE BAGS WHEN I HELPED WITH THE PACKING THE OTHER DAY.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU ARGUED WITH NAZURAH FOR TAKING YOUR THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU CONTINUED CALLING NAZURAH "SAYANG" WHILE STILL SCREAMING AT HER.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SISTER AZREEN DAH WORK, I BUY YOU MANY-MANY THINGS OK?&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE...&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN YOU ARE ALL GROWN UP AND BOYS COME INTO THE PICTURE, I'LL BE HERE TO PROTECT YOU AND TEACH YOU A THING OR TWO ABOUT THEM OKIE?&lt;br /&gt;I'LL KEEP A LOOKOUT FOR YOU JUST LIKE THE WAY YOUR MUMMY HAS BEEN KEEPING A LOOKOUT FOR ME ALL THESE WHILE.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A PROMISE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/upload114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/upload114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114753446872448958?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114753446872448958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114753446872448958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114753446872448958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114753446872448958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mom-and-me-bought-2-little-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114737913550856126</id><published>2006-05-12T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:15:47.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of friendship actually? Is it keeping in constant contact with someone? If so, define constant for me. How constant should it be? Once every few days? Once a week? Once a month? &lt;strong&gt;Once every other month?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it defined by the number of phonecalls we make to one another in a week?&lt;br /&gt;Is it defined by the number of sms-es we send to one another in a month?&lt;br /&gt;Is it defined by the number of times we meet up every month?&lt;br /&gt;Is it defined by the number of times we chat on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;Is it defined by the number of testimonials we have on Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or is it the unexplainable close bond that you feel for someone who used to be a stranger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it better to have many friends or just a few close knit ones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that you know you can depend on...&lt;br /&gt;Rain or shine, they'll be there for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that you know who will accept you for who you are...&lt;br /&gt;Even when you have stumbled and fall...&lt;br /&gt;They will be there to help you get back on your feet...&lt;br /&gt;They will be there every step of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiding you when the situation arises...&lt;br /&gt;But never will they leave you when you are at the lowest point of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like Love, Friendship is hard to define. There are just so many ways to define friendship....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens then when the close bond you had with someone is no longer there?&lt;br /&gt;So what happens then when you feel that you are losing a friend?&lt;br /&gt;So what happens then when the drift is so apparent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it that so very often, the testament of "Forever Friends" is often broken?&lt;br /&gt;Are promises really meant to be broken?&lt;br /&gt;Is there no integrity left in us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, I feel things are heading that way. Somehow I feel the friendship is no longer there. Somehow I feel the rift getting apparent as time passes by. Somehow I feel I have been forgotten.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me. &lt;strong&gt;I am sure I feel that way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, since there are no fixed definition to what Friendship means, then am I right to say we are mere acquaintances now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heck. I think even acquaintances acknowledge one another more often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bintang Di Syurga - A favourite of Ansari's. I remember him singing it to me each time we had our rare late night phone conversations. A personal favourite of mine and Abang's too. Especially towards the ending of the song and I will just close my eyes and let the sounds of the guitar immerse my mind. Oh how I wish it can go on and on without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish upon the stars that Ansari is doing fine. That he is not sick. That he is eating well. That he is able to cope with things. That he is enjoying his time there. That he be kept from harm's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Please come back home soon, Sayang.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114737913550856126?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114737913550856126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114737913550856126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114737913550856126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114737913550856126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114700018120539618</id><published>2006-05-11T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T03:24:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Their trip to Sentosa during the Chinese New Year holidays (during which The Anneh disappeared throughout the entire day attempting to get to know the girls there and only to re-appear for the ride home)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/400/z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When they were at Forum Toys 'R' Us searching for my birthday present&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/z2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/z2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been almost 2 weeks. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; I can do this. I KNOW I CAN DO THIS. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; It's getting harder as the days pass...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114700018120539618?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114700018120539618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114700018120539618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114700018120539618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114700018120539618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/their-trip-to-sentosa-during-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114659241337425778</id><published>2006-05-05T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:29:39.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am, updating. Sorry for the delay for I have been pretty busy as of late. Exams are coming so &lt;em&gt;paham-paham je la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get into chronological order and recall back what I had gotten up to for the past few days or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the day I was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; looking forward to but yet I wanted it to come and get things done and over with. Of course I didn't sleep on Friday night and for the entire Saturday, I cooped myself up in my room, confined to my bed. I only dragged myself to take a bath when Ayah finally raised his voice at me. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha. Terok la kan anak pompuan Ayah yang ni kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, at night, Abang called and told me he would be picking me up at 1230am instead of the supposed 115am. Yippee! If I had to stay at home any longer that night, I think I would have just gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before making our way to the airport, me and Ansari chatted for a while on MSN. I told him not to think of what had happened over the week because he was afterall flying off and the last thing I wanted was for him to be mulling over the entire issue. No doubt I agreed with him when he said that he would be leaving me without me getting my answers but I told him we could talk things out after he gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I was very quiet. It felt colder than usual. Abang tried to make small talk with me but he could tell from the tone of my voice that I had lots of things on my mind so he kept quiet and turned on the player full blast and drove within the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for that Abang. The loud music did help to calm my nerves &lt;em&gt;(how ironic!)&lt;/em&gt; and luckily you did not try to console me for I think that would have been a great mistake. You would have just ended up saying the wrong things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we neared the airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noreen, I'm dropping u off 1st k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huhhh? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cos Cik Bakar baru abis keje so Abg antar dia balik dulu. Nanti Abg dtg balik..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh..."&lt;br /&gt;"U're going to be ok kan?"&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;"Noreeeen......"&lt;br /&gt;"Can't I follow u?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nanti if u miss Ansari cemane? It's more impt u sampai dulu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abih u expect me to meet his parents ALONE??!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Abg! U're not making sense! There is NO WAY I AM MEETING HIS PARENTS ALL BY MYSELF!"&lt;br /&gt;(by then my emotions were everywhere la)&lt;br /&gt;"U juz go abih slm dah tu dudok je lah diam-diam. Bual dgn Ansari..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh ingat senang eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Noreen..... it will be ok..."&lt;br /&gt;"There's a reason why I asked u along. It's bcos I don't want his parents to suspect anything. Now u're not being much of a help!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well... let the parents suspect then. It's better that way..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dah lah. Apape lah. Come back fast. I'm not meeting his parents alone and if u're late and I miss Ansari, then u're to blame!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I got out of the car, grabbed the jacket and slammed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, at the departure hall &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt; at 1245am. Even with the jacket on, it was freezing so I went to the toilet to warm up my hands and at the same time hoping that the heat would calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I felt a little bit calmer, I decided to get out of the toilet. Then I sat in between Check-In Rows 10 and 11 and smsed Abang my location and told him I was not budging without him. Then I smsed Shaikhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Ansari having to leave for Taiwan was already horrible. Then Abang leaving me &lt;strong&gt;all alone&lt;/strong&gt; was worse but &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; beats what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked up while replying my smses, I saw The Anneh. It was such a mere coincidence that Shaik was nagging at me to sit down and not walk around. She seriously sounded so naggy. &lt;em&gt;Macam mak-mak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dudok diam2! Jgn jln! Kalau u bump into Raja cemane?! Jgn jln2. Tunggu Abg!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;mulot Shaikhah masin&lt;/em&gt; and The Anneh was there walking past me. I seriously got scared, I cried! Not like horrible sobbing but I started crying. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; I am hopeless! I got so scared, I smsed Abang and Ansari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abg u kat maner? I'm scared. Quick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An, u dah sampai? I dah sampai tau. Kat Row 10 and I'm all alone. Takot"&lt;br /&gt;"Abg maner?"&lt;br /&gt;"Abg sent his dad home. I tak tahu dia kat maner. U dah sampai?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Ansari appeared behind me. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My BATMAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we sat there, throughout the &lt;strong&gt;entire&lt;/strong&gt; time, The Anneh was within our view. Serious. &lt;strong&gt;He was just there.&lt;/strong&gt; I do not know if he was trying to be irritating and prove that he was not afraid or if he was trying to listen into our conversation or he was trying to catch glimpses of me and Ansari or what. I certainly do not know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az... come meet my parents..."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Tapi Abg takde. Nanti la..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok let's call Abg..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Az... jom la meet my parents. Abg wun be here so soon..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah... Malu la..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nak malu ape?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nanti ur mom ckp ape pulak..."&lt;br /&gt;"My mom tahu pe u dtg... I dah bilang..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes tapi u ckp ur frenz pe dtg... Bukan fren..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe la. Nanti Abg will come over pe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alah An..."&lt;br /&gt;"My dad wun talk... then u juz slm my mom and try to make small talk la..."&lt;br /&gt;"And if I duno wat to say?"&lt;br /&gt;"K la... If I see u dgn my mom tak talk, nanti I talk to u..."&lt;br /&gt;"Gaaawwwddd dis is scary tau..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Ok come..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was glad to leave The Anneh behind. Albeit nervous about meeting Ansari's parents, I would have done anything to not be within the same vicinity as The Anneh. Then to my great, great displeasure, &lt;strong&gt;as Ansari and me got up to walk, The Anneh walked too!&lt;/strong&gt; He didn't have the decency to let us go off first. &lt;strong&gt;He walked in front of us.&lt;/strong&gt; Which meant I had the misfortune to get a view of his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it you know. &lt;strong&gt;Airport &lt;em&gt;sebesar-besar tidak,&lt;/em&gt; he had to be wherever we were.&lt;/strong&gt; If I had worn killer heels, I would have taken them off and aimed straight at him. Or I wish I had brought along scissors or knife and plunged it into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I walked with my hands hidden in the jacket. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; It was cold mind you and I think due to the fact that I was nervous at the same time, I was freezing. As I refused to hold Ansari's hands, I just kept them hidden in the jacket. &lt;em&gt;Jalan macam orang cacat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I got introduced to his Dad first. Then he introduced me to his Mom who was seated. So after I &lt;em&gt;salam-ed&lt;/em&gt; Cik Yam, I just stood there and smiled. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; I seriously did not know what to say! I must have looked so &lt;em&gt;belo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall the first question she asked me was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ni yang dtg time raya eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ye..."&lt;br /&gt;"Maner yg lagi dua?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yg lagi dua tu kat rumah. Tak dpt hantar. Mlm sangat"&lt;br /&gt;"Ni mak dgn bapak tak marah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh tak lah... Dah mintak izin. Lagipun dtg dgn abg sedare. Kawan dia pun nak pergi Taiwan jugak..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we were talking, Ansari &lt;strong&gt;conveniently&lt;/strong&gt; passed me his tee. You see, Ansari said he would let me have his tee during his absence so that I wouldn't miss him too much. At least when it gets tough for me, the scent from his tee can comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought he would have been smart enough to pass it to me discreetly or at least put the tee in a paperbag so it wouldn't have been so obvious but no he didn't. Either he thought Cik Yam would not have suspected anything or he was &lt;strong&gt;purposely&lt;/strong&gt; making it obvious. He passed it to me right in front of Cik Yam for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, although the tee was all rolled up, she should know it was a piece of cloth. Moms are not stupid. They know stuff. Right there and then, I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me because I did not dare look at Cik Yam and quickly shoved the tee into my bag. Luckily I brought my bag. If not I would have to carry it around. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Abang came. I saw him and told Ansari that Abang had already arrived with his friends. Then when Ansari turned to look, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alamak. Dia bawak satu geng skali..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Ni blom satu geng la. Baru 1/3 je..."&lt;br /&gt;"1/3??! Dah ramai tuuu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Now u tahu who I always take the car with..."&lt;br /&gt;"Muke satu-satu, serious. Esp Abg..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ala nampak je serious. Tapi hati satu-satu, lembut..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while Abang talked to Ansari, Imran talked to me. Imran never fail to make me smile. Anyway, it has been some time since I saw him. Then there was Odi, Rizal and this other guy that I do not know the name. Too bad Acap did not come because he could not be bothered to send The Anneh off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh Im... gi lah jumpe ur fren..."&lt;br /&gt;"Raja? Maner dia?"&lt;br /&gt;"Entah. Tadi nampak dia kat saner... And wat bad luck, he was the 1st person I saw!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ni Erza punye pasal la ni... Let me sit alone..."&lt;br /&gt;(Abang interrupted)&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh ape ni? I heard my name..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takde laaah... Abg gi la jumpe ur BEST FREN..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went off and it was back to me, Ansari and Cik Yam. Then we talked some more. &lt;em&gt;Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt; While mother and son were talking, I kept quiet most of the time. Did not want to interrupt much. Then the lady beside Cik Yam left her seat, and she gestured to me to sit beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang came back not long after so Ansari and Abang got talking and I was left with Cik Yam. That was when Cik Yam and me hit it off. We just started talking and talking. She told me lots of stuff. Stuff about all her 3 kids. So now I know some of Ansari's secrets. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt; Then she told me the guy who was talking to her husband sells satay at East Coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me that Ansari refused to bring any sort of packed food to Taiwan. Maggi also he refused to bring. Then she said Ansari could withstand hunger. &lt;em&gt;Yelah Cik. Dengan saye, bile time klua, bile takde mkn, dengan saye dia mcm singa lapar la. Merana tau klua dgn dia bile dia lapar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I did not say that to her. I did not even give her any clues as to how close me and Ansari are. Nope. I did not touch on that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the entire time I was talking to Cik Yam, Abang and Ansari kept glancing at me. Since Cik Yam had her back towards them, she did not see anything but Abang kept giving me all those weird expressions and even raised his eyebrows! &lt;em&gt;Gawd!&lt;/em&gt; I just had to keep a straight face the entire time. If I &lt;em&gt;beliakkan mata kat Abang, nanti&lt;/em&gt; Cik Yam &lt;em&gt;ingat&lt;/em&gt; there was something wrong with my eyes. As for Ansari, he just smiled. I knew what that smile was for so I smiled back at him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for Ansari to go, he &lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt; and kissed his parents. When I saw tears rolling down Cik Yam's cheeks, I had to look away. I was seated beside her and as Ansari bent down to kiss and hug her, I couldn't take it. Looking away was the only way to stop myself from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pretended as if my slippers were the &lt;strong&gt;most interesting&lt;/strong&gt; thing in the world. The next thing I knew, I saw his shoes in front of my slippers. I kept telling myself that it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. Yes. I like to deny things thank you very much. Especially when the situation gets very tensed. The next thing I knew, Ansari started kicking my slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh! Tak tahu&lt;/em&gt; behave &lt;em&gt;eh depan&lt;/em&gt; your parents?!!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az... I have to go k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yah I noe. Juz go..."&lt;br /&gt;"U nak ikut tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jgn nak merepek..."&lt;br /&gt;"K la... I kene fall-in..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just kept quiet and sat there. Then Cik Yam got up, and asked me to walk together with them. As he walked, he kept glancing back and of course I couldn't stop looking at him. It was just... &lt;strong&gt;Hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Ansari to fall-in and stood at one corner. Then after some time, Cik Yam wanted to see Ansari again. So she decided to squeeze through the crowd as she wanted to stand in front. I seriously did not know whether I should follow or not so I just stood there. Then she looked at me, waved at me and asked me to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received an sms from Ansari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My mom dah tahu eh u gf I? I tgk u berbual mesre je dgn my mom..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh dah nak gi Taiwan tu gi je la. Asal kepo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Alah I nak tahu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. All u shld noe now is that ur mom is searching frantically for u and I hv to ikut her. So cute!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, Ansari appeared from behind. He always do that &lt;em&gt;tau.&lt;/em&gt; So me, Cik Yam and Ansari just stood together. Then he really had to go. I saw the sadness in his eyes. Although I knew he smiled at me because he was glad I got along with his mom, the sadness in his eyes was very obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do. I did not want him to go either. I couldn't give him one last hug so the best I could do was to stand behind Cik Yam, waved at him and mouthed those 3 words to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Cik Yam and me stood there &lt;em&gt;(do not ask me where Ansari's Dad was because he preferred to stand at the back),&lt;/em&gt; I happened to turn behind and saw Mushadad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hee hee.&lt;/em&gt; Mus in his cap and with his helmet in his hands. Although he is darker now, I was still able to recognize him. &lt;strong&gt;Those eyes of his.&lt;/strong&gt; Then when he saw me, he smiled! &lt;em&gt;Oh, senyuman yang mengancam!&lt;/em&gt; So I smiled back and gave him a little wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, I would like to confess that I waved kind of flirtatiously at him. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry. I could not resist it! Mus just has this effect on me. Of course I did that discreetly without Cik Yam knowing. I wonder if Ansari's dad saw anything. Anyway, it was just a harmless little wave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is getting way too lengthy but it is going to get even longer! So please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think Cik Yam was still unsatisfied so when she saw the first row of army men walking towards the departure gate, she quickly made her way there. She said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jom kiter bye-bye kat Ansari..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just like that, I followed her. She walked so fast, I had to practically skip in my steps to catch up with her. &lt;em&gt;Betol! Tak bedek!&lt;/em&gt; So she stood so near to the policeman who had to check the guys' passports and boarding passes. We were smack in front I tell you. &lt;em&gt;Gawd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting, me and Cik Yam were making fun of the guys who came in formal clothes. Yes. Shirt, pants and those black, formal shoes. We also made fun of &lt;em&gt;mereka yang katik, yang tinggi lampai, yang kudut dan mereka yang macam&lt;/em&gt; excited &lt;em&gt;sangat nak naik kapalterbang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I received another sms from Ansari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"U dah balik eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak! Nak bye-bye kat u dgn ur mom!!! Hee hee."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting Ansari's company to go first because his was Alpha. Then as I was happily chatting with Cik Yam, I saw The Anneh again! It was really too much for that 2 hours you know! I just pray and hope he did not think I was there to see him or something. &lt;em&gt;Tolong sikit eh. Nak kepo-kepo pasal kau buat pe? Lebih baik aku kepo-kepo pasal bf aku!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kalau org-org Cina yg kaya, ade tak nak lepas kan anak dorang tau..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tu ah. Abih Cik pulak... kalau Cik ade bnyk duit, Cik bayar tak govt jadi Ansari tak payah masok NS?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak la. Biar dia masok. Biar dia blaja hidop berdikari..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abih ni Ansari gi tiga minggu... mesti Cik rindu kan nanti?"&lt;br /&gt;"Rindu tu rindu la tapi tiga minggu je. Nanti balik la dia..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after she said that, I told myself that if she could be strong, then I must be strong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, we saw Ansari. I think he must have thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh dua-dua pompuan ni eh. Tak cukup-cukup tau..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time around, I could tell that he was happy to see us. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; So Cik Yam and me just stood there smiling away. &lt;em&gt;Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt; Then before he went in, again she waved at him and said, &lt;em&gt;"Bye Sayang!"&lt;/em&gt; to Ansari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cute-ness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned to me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cik tak blh pelok dia lagi. Nanti Cik nangis..."&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau Cik nangis, Ansari nangis tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dia nak nangis? Jgn harap. Dia takkan nangis punye..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked with her for a while till I saw Abang. So I &lt;em&gt;salam-ed&lt;/em&gt; her and told her I would be going home with Abang. She told me to take care and off she walked with Cik Bakar. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to join Abang and the rest. Then Abang said that he wanted to wait till The Anneh went in then we could go off. So I told him that The Anneh and his company were the first few to go in. Then Imran said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alamak... Melepas kiter. Eh den u tak ckp bye-bye kat dia?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh jgn nak mcm-mcm eh. Tak sebulu la. Pls!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Main-main je la..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of us &lt;em&gt;(5 guys and a girl)&lt;/em&gt; made our way to the carpark. As we were walking I suddenly got curious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abg... Wat did u and Ansari talked abt? Abt me kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh tidak. I told him where to find the hottest girls in Taiwan, where to go during his free time and that the first thing he shld do the moment he touches down there would be to use the 3 condoms given by SAF..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh jgn nak kurang ajar eh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Betol la. I must teach him bcos I think u bully him..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh maner ade!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I can see u wear the pants in this relationship..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dah start mengarut lah tuuuuu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Noreen... I saw u berbual rancak dgn mak Ansari..."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?? Ohhhhhh... Hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Thot u said u didn't noe her..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh memang tak kenal la..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abih berbual mcm dah biase jumpe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tak laaah... Only God noes how nervous I was..."&lt;br /&gt;"But it turned out ok right??"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm... I guess so?? Eh I duno laaah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dun worry. Everything seemed fine to me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we were walking at the carpark, in the dark, towards the car, I had the misfortune of witnessing an act being carried out. As I was walking beside Abang, suddenly thinking how Abang's upper body seemed to have grown tremendously since the last time I saw him on April 1st, I happened to glance to the left and &lt;strong&gt;I saw Imran squeezing Odi's ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not like some light touching or the mere placing of the palm like what I sometimes do to my friends. It was seriously some squeezing in action. It was dark but I saw every single action clearly. To make things worse, &lt;strong&gt;Odi was smiling all the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ride home was fine. To me it was fine. I do not know how the other 4 guys felt having to squeeze at the back. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; All that mattered was Abang driving within the speed limit and that I reached home in one piece, without a scratch. Of course Imran offered to send me right to my doorstep but Abang glared at him and told him to not be funny. So Imran only got to say this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bye Azreen. Takmo sedih-sedih k?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sweet-ness*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was about to drift off to sleep at 5am, Ansari smsed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh I kat dlm plane ni. Tgh jln-jln. Best!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gawd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so Sunday morning I tutored at Tampines after which I made my way to Parkway Parade to develop pictures. Since my mom wanted to wash our super thick bedsheets too, we decided to drop by the laundromat located at the topmost floor of Parkway Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 minutes for the wash which normally cost $6 but it was $3 on that day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 minutes for the dryer which was fixed at the normal price of $5 that day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. Sometimes when the family gets too lazy to wash our clothes despite having the washing machine, we will just dump our entire week's clothings at that laundromat and while waiting, engage in some grocery shopping at Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkway Parade so happened to have their &lt;strong&gt;6th Annual Sale&lt;/strong&gt; on that very day so it was a very bad day for me. You see, I left Parkway Parade &lt;strong&gt;$165 poorer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$15 Ocean Pacific Skort (skirt+short which cost $36 initially)&lt;br /&gt;$50 for 2 tees from Outfitter Girls&lt;br /&gt;$18 for pictures&lt;br /&gt;$6 for Liza's birthday gift which isn't complete yet&lt;br /&gt;$27 for 2 VCDs&lt;br /&gt;$49 for 2 shoes for my mom as an advanced Mom's Day gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; It felt good actually but still I was surprised at the amount I spent within that 2 hours! &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was feeling happy right? So I asked my mom to take pictures of me at the Lego tiles near the laundromat. I couldn't believe that my mom obliged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20004.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I reached home, I had to leave soon after as my aunt was already picking me up to sleepover at her place. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, as we were heading to Toh Guan, Nadiah fell asleep on my left breast and Nazurah decided that she wanted to sleep on my lap instead of her own car-seat. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazurah drinking her milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabilah's bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/30thapril06%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/30thapril06%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed wearing Ansari's tee that night. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; Big and comfortable and nice and his Boss perfume so very the nice! I even bring the tee with me when I go to school. Each time I open my school bag, his Boss perfume comes wafting out. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; I slept with Nadiah on that night by the way. Her bed's the one next to Nazurah's. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See Sayang... I don't need a big bed. I prefer small, single beds... Can squeeze... Make do with whatever little space we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night, each time one of the kids asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sister Azreen, ur bf go where?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Taiwan..."&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Taiwan?"&lt;br /&gt;"TAAAIIHHHPAAAYYY!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you notice this Taiwanese reporter for Channel NewsAsia? Each time he signs off, he will say Taipei with so much gusto. My aunt and me love spoofing him. Very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAAAIIIHHHPAAAYYY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansari smsed me on Monday night and things were all good. I'm good. He's good. Everything's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit on my bed updating, I suddenly realized that Ansari left for Taiwan in the &lt;strong&gt;light yellow Topman tee I bought for him while holidaying in KL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the first thing ever that I got him and although it's 1 size too big, he loves it!),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;those brown pants from U2 that I chose&lt;/strong&gt; for him and &lt;strong&gt;his new brown Gola shoes that I chose&lt;/strong&gt; for him too. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAAAAIIIHHHPAAAYYY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114659241337425778?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114659241337425778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114659241337425778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114659241337425778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114659241337425778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-here-i-am-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114634060982777316</id><published>2006-04-30T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T04:01:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....And I just got home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well. I did not cry. I was nervous at first especially when he came to find me, sat beside me and told me to go see his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the necessary introduction &lt;em&gt;(it was just me alone ok!)&lt;/em&gt;, I kind of hit it off with his mom? &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; Then Abang came over and when Ansari and Abang got talking, his mom gestured me to sit beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we started talking and talking and laughing. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; After Ansari had to fall-in, and Cik Yam wanted to catch a glimpse of him for one last time, everywhere she went, she asked me to come along &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So cute!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we even stood at the glass door where the police had to check their passports. Then Cik Yam told me we should &lt;em&gt;"bye-bye" kat&lt;/em&gt; Ansari together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cute-ness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Ansari's itching to know whether his mom likes me and if she knows I'm his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not telling you Sayang... &lt;br /&gt;Not telling...&lt;br /&gt;You nak tahu, tanye your mom sendiri!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog properly in a few days about the sightings of Anneh and Mushadad k? Love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114634060982777316?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114634060982777316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114634060982777316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114634060982777316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114634060982777316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114616365677499873</id><published>2006-04-28T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:00:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My biggest fear is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not YOU cheating on me for another girl...&lt;br /&gt;Not YOU leaving me because you're not ready for a serious commitment...&lt;br /&gt;Not YOU leaving me because of opposition from my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My biggest fear is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of YOU leaving me because YOU THINK YOU aren't good enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;Of YOU leaving me because YOU THINK YOU have failed as a boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;Of YOU leaving me because YOU THINK YOU have lost all feelings for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for YOU to decide whether or not YOU are good for me. The decision lies with me because only I know deep within me whether YOU are worthy of me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for YOU to decide whether or not YOU have failed as a boyfriend because without failure, there is no success. Failures in life only serve to make one into a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when YOU asked me if YOU were to propose to me now, would I be willing to be your wife?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment my parents found out about US and I cried so hard fearing that I would lose YOU, fearing that NS would only serve to tear US apart and fearing that YOU would never be a part of my future, from that moment on, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say it then because I wanted to keep that sacred feeling deep within me. At least if things do not turn out the way I want to, I only had MYSELF to blame for harbouring hopes. For building castles in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when we were in the train last week and YOU hugged me so tight and said to me that nobody else could take me away from YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me assure you that no one will ever take me away from YOU because all I want is YOU. There is no one else in I want to be with except for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when YOU told me while we were lying down on the breakwaters of Pasir Ris Beach that YOU wish the both of us do not have to return back to our homes so that YOU can have me to YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day WILL come if WE continue to remain strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when YOU told me 2 weeks ago that YOU are afraid YOU aren't able to give me a good life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter how much YOU earn, what kind of house WE live in, what kind of car YOU drive, what kind of lives WE lead because as long as YOU are willing to be there with me, every step of the way, likewise I'm willing to stick by YOU through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when YOU told me about 3 months back that YOU wanted US to go our separate ways?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried all means and ways to get YOU to think things over not because I was desperate, not because I did not want to go through a break-up but because I did not want YOU to make the biggest mistake of YOUR life and live to regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when I asked YOU if I had agreed to a separation, would YOU have asked me back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU said YOU would because YOU knew it was YOUR mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I seldom say "I Love YOU" to you. Simply because I feel that &lt;strong&gt;no amount of words can express the amount of Love I have for YOU. No amount of words can be put to together to sum up all of my feelings for YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, I prefer to be with YOU, to be beside YOU and SHOW YOU how I feel for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can say "I Love YOU" to others. I can say "I Love YOU" to Shah Rukh Khan but does that exactly explain how I feel for him? It's just a term of endearment I have for an idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say "I LOVE You" to all of The Kukuz but what does that mean? It means I Love them for being the sisters I never had. For accepting me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With YOU, it's different, the reason being that YOU give me this unexplained feeling of warmth, joy, smiles, laughter and bliss. Being with YOU just takes me away from all my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with YOU, all other things take a backseat. When I'm with YOU, I try to make full use of every minute, every second and every nano-second. I treasure our train rides home even if it's only for 45 minutes because that's the ONLY time I get to communicate with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To YOU, it might be a waste of time seeing me for less than an hour but to me, it's good quality time spent with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never say goodbye when YOU still want to try. &lt;br /&gt;Never give up when YOU still feel YOU can take it.&lt;br /&gt;Never say YOU no longer LOVE a person when YOU can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can YOU tell the rain to stop falling?&lt;br /&gt;YOU can't because the clouds exist...&lt;br /&gt;Can YOU tell the birds to stop singing?&lt;br /&gt;YOU can't because it's in their nature to do so...&lt;br /&gt;Can YOU tell the moon to stop shining?&lt;br /&gt;YOU can't because the sun exists to provide it with light...&lt;br /&gt;Can YOU tell the Earth to stop spinning?&lt;br /&gt;YOU can't because if that happens, all life on Earth will be wiped out...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, don't ever try to stop me from making sacrifices for YOU. For YOU, I'm willing to go the extra mile. For YOU, I'm willing to go against all odds. For YOU, I'm willing to prove to my parents that what WE have now is very special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ever try to stop me from Loving YOU because I will Love YOU until it kills me. As long as there is time, as long as there is Love, as long as there is YOU, as long as I have a breath to speak YOUR name, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what tomorrow may bring. I might not live to see tomorrow so I'm trying to seize every opportunity I can to be with YOU. However, since YOU do not feel likewise, I hope this entry is able to explain to you why I've been doing what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please note that while YOU are gone, there is someone here who is waiting for YOU. Someone who will forever be counting down the days till YOU touch down in Singapore safely. Someone who has pledged herself to stay so true and so loyal to YOU because YOU are irreplaceable in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that SOMEONE is ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without. Love doesn't make the world go around, it's what makes the ride worthwhile. YOU can look all over for Love but YOU won't be able to find it. YOU can't see Love, YOU must feel it. LOVE is afterall only a word, until YOU meet someone who gives it a meaning. Someone who shows YOU what Love is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, that SOMEONE is YOU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114616365677499873?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114616365677499873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114616365677499873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114616365677499873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114616365677499873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-biggest-fear-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114589932779206656</id><published>2006-04-25T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:18:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time all I want is you &lt;br /&gt;There is no one else &lt;br /&gt;Who can take your place &lt;br /&gt;This time you burn me with your eyes &lt;br /&gt;You see past all the lies &lt;br /&gt;You take it all away &lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all &lt;br /&gt;It was never enough &lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away &lt;br /&gt;Take me away &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say &lt;br /&gt;Just take me away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make my way to you &lt;br /&gt;But still I feel so lost &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can do &lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen it all &lt;br /&gt;It was never enough &lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away &lt;br /&gt;Take me away &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say &lt;br /&gt;Just take me away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget who I am &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not there yet &lt;br /&gt;But don't let &lt;br /&gt;Me stay here alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all and it's never enough &lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you &lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough and it's never enough &lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away &lt;br /&gt;Take me away &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say &lt;br /&gt;Just take me away &lt;br /&gt;Take me away &lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, Abang said this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noreen, I'd do anything for you. Actually I'm too lazy to send R*** off but I knew you would want to send Ansari off so I made plans to send R*** off too, even before you smsed me yesterday. So do come with me, k? Just convince your parents. You'll be in safe hands..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abang, stop being so nice to me. You're not helping things. You're making me cry..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noreen, don't cry. I'm willing to help you this Saturday. I know you really want to send Ansari off..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And if I cry over there? Can I cry on your shoulders?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cry on my shoulders boleh lah tapi jangan sampai hingus meleleh..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No guarantees..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noreen... R*** is going to be there too you know..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(silence from me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noreen......."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know. I know. Then while you talk to R*** where do you expect me to hang around? With Ansari's parents?!!??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hang around Ansari's neck lah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"NOT FUNNY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Does Ansari's parents know about you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well they have seen me..... Other than that, they don't know anything. Well I hope not..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry. Things will be fine. Come with me, k?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let me think about it carefully first, k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Think??!!! What's there to think of??!! You will regret it if you don't go!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok! Ok! I'll ask my parents later..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, anyway, the pretty girls who are sending their bfs off also need a shoulder to cry on what... So after their bfs board the plane, you have to share my shoulder with them..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HA.HA.HA. SHUT UP!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kawan" maner yang sanggup send off her "friend" at the airport for a 430am flight??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is impending and I'm seriously not looking forward to it. Thinking about it is making me lose sleep. This time on Saturday, I'll be crying my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me away...&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away, Ansari...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114589932779206656?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114589932779206656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114589932779206656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114589932779206656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114589932779206656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-time-all-i-want-is-you-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114572273172175566</id><published>2006-04-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:00:53.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nazurah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then BOTH of us got obsessed with the shades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES I wore those kiddy shades! Vogue kan??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WORE OUR SHADES UPSIDE DOWN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ummm I was trying to snap a shot of her lashes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Love LOVE this pic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dah penat bergambar jadi minom susu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah and Nabilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had to tutor at Tampines. So imagine la. From Toh Guan to Tampines. Then Ansari smsed to tell me that he was outside and he wanted to watch a movie so although I was tired, I just agreed to meet him. Then in the end after I rushed from my tuition place to the interchange, he didn't want to watch a movie but instead wanted to look around for his shoes and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Tampines and he saw a nice pair of pants from U2. Then he said he should &lt;strong&gt;get a pair of shoes first&lt;/strong&gt; before deciding on which pants to buy. So in the end we made our way all the way to Peninsula Plaza. Walked and walked and we saw quite a few shoes. Very nice ones. Within his budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in the end, he decided he should &lt;strong&gt;get a pair if pants first&lt;/strong&gt; and then come back to Peninsula the next day, wearing those pair of pants and then get shoes that go with the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... He needs to wear pants and shoes to Taiwan. Sheesh. &lt;em&gt;Jeans tak boleh keee??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we made our way back to Tampines &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; buying his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While we waited for the train...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back into U2 and I had to pick the size and colour for him &lt;em&gt;tau.&lt;/em&gt; So he tried on 2 pairs. Grey and brown. So after 30 minutes &lt;em&gt;(yes we spent a good half an hour in U2 just for him to try on 2 pairs of pants),&lt;/em&gt; he finally settled on the brown pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boleh berposing lagiiikk!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the fitting room was not crowded, so we could afford to stand around and talk things out. Seriously &lt;em&gt;tau&lt;/em&gt;... Ansari is so hard to please. &lt;em&gt;Kalau gitu jangan tanye my opinion lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U better hurry and decide on which pair of pants to buy if not I snap a picture of your banana!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndapril06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndapril06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn't mind following him around one bit. I love it when people ask for my opinion. I do make a good shopping partner you know. I'm a very patient person. &lt;em&gt;So Sayang... Luckily I ni penyabar kan?? It also helps that I have a good taste kan??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we got his pants, Ansari asked me to accompany him to Peninsula the next day which is today. Hahaha. Then he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az, u pakai brown k besok? Kiter jadi brown couple..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaaah. Then I have to pakai t-shirt baru I... Baru nak save it for next wk..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe ah. Then I get to see ur new tee..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new brown tee...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurhurhur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he smsed me at 9 am telling me to meet him at Tampines MRT Control Station at 11 am. I reached there punctually at 11 am despite having to rush and clean up the house and had to wash my hair, iron my tee and skirt, put on make-up, decide on which pair of pumps to wear and which bag to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ansari? He arrived &lt;strong&gt;20 minutes later!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kalah pompuan tau dekni siap.&lt;/em&gt; Then we made our way to Peninsula Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He settled for the brown Gola shoes that I chose!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the shoes are nice &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; Very old school. Kinda skater-ish but not exactly skater-ish. Hahaha. It cost him a freaking &lt;strong&gt;$139&lt;/strong&gt; but it was one of those limited edition pairs you know and according to Ansari it was well within his budget. &lt;strong&gt;UK Size 10.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kaki punye lah besaaarrr!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we all know what they say about men with big feet!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he made his payment and then we entered this shop selling sex toys. I suggested it because I thought it would be safe to enter that kind of shop with my boyfriend. Of course Ansari made sure I really wanted to do it before we entered the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo we walked in, looked at the stuff together. The board games. Foreplay games. The toys. The edible undies. The condoms. The penis extension. The vibrator. The booby pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the shop feeling uncomfortable. Not due to the fact that Ansari was there beside me scrutinizing every single toy that caught our eyes and me questioning him incessantly about the toys although 3/4 of the time he didn't know what the toys were for! I felt uncomfortable because firstly the toys were so fucking expensive. &lt;strong&gt;One toy cost $128!!&lt;/strong&gt; and secondly, I seriously wondered why people bother to buy those sex toys. Issshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Ansari did enlighten me about certain stuff. Nothing offensive, nothing explicitly sexual. It was really enlightening though. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we made our way to Esprit at Raffles City Shopping Centre. I tried on 1 white tank top and 1 yellow spaghetti top. This is where I hereby agree with Shaikhah and Azura that Ansari can be such a &lt;em&gt;cheekopek&lt;/em&gt; at times because when I opened the door of the fitting room, he was standing smack in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he insisted that I went back in and tried on the white tank top and yellow spaghetti top again and let him see me in them. Gaaaawwwwddd. I didn't mind except for the fact that just now i wore a black halter bra with pink straps!! So he saw my bra &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; Sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I settled for the white tank top and another orange tank top because the yellow spaghetti was waaaayyy transparent. In his own words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tadi je boleh see things, imagine kalau u tak pakai coli..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new Esprit tank tops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we sat for a while and then made our way back home as I was really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh I know lah I'm short... Lower the digicam can or not??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinda shaky cos I was tip-toeing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malas lah nak smile!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tip-toe for every single shot!! So tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took random shots in the train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love these yellow pumps of mine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big foot, small foot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When boredeoom strikes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/23rdapril06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/23rdapril06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansari knew I was bored in the train so he tried to entertain me. However, boredoom plus exhaustion means that I won't ever pay attention so while he talked, I took random shots. Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az... nanti kat Taiwan I belikan u things k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok. U tahukan ape I nak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss... Jacket, many-many earrings, rantai, gelang and many-many earrings lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha... Pandai pun..."&lt;br /&gt;"Shoes u nak tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh tak lah. Itu a bit susah. Takot their measurements not the same..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... My mom suroh I belikan dia baju kat Taiwan..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok... Tapi I think a bit susah kan nak cari?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tu ah. Takpe. I'll find for her..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm then ur Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dia nak I belikan dia kasot..."&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau size tak same cemane?"&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe I try. Kalau kasot tu very ketat, then my Dad blh pakai..."&lt;br /&gt;"Merepek lah u ni... Oh oh... Belikan Andhika jam..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok... Abih u nak watch tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"An... I dun wear watches..."&lt;br /&gt;"Lawa tu kalau u pakai watch..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak lah... Rimas..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abih baju u nak tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm blh!! Taaapppiii... U tahu kan I like my tops tight? Jgn beli besar-besar k?"&lt;br /&gt;"I beli yg keeetaaaat skali. Jadi u tak payah pakai coli when u wear the tops..."&lt;br /&gt;"Gaaawwwdddd..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114572273172175566?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114572273172175566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114572273172175566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114572273172175566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114572273172175566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/nazurah.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114563471499625628</id><published>2006-04-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:23:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bloated right now. Serious. I ate a whole lot of food within the span of an hour and so now only God knows how long it will take for my stomache to process all the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh dear tummy, please process my dinner quickly. If not, I won't have space for breakfast!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier during the day, I was at Bedok Interchange. Went to NTUC Fairprice, 7-Eleven and then Giant Supermarket to find Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice-Cream. Yup. I suddenly developed a craving for it just before I went to bed last night. Actually it was around 3am that I finally decided to settle in for the night when I suddenly felt like having Ben &amp; Jerry's so I smsed Ansari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning Ansari smsed me to tell me to go find Ben &amp; Jerry's at any supermarket. I did find Ben &amp; Jerry's but they were only available in the big tubs. &lt;em&gt;No small ones leh. Only big ones leh. If I buy, then how to finish leh? Ansari don't eat a lot leh. Cannot leh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, while waiting for Ansari to make his way to Bedok Interchange, I made my way to the library. Then a guy stopped me to ask for directions to the library and seeing that I was going there also, I decided to walk with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started talking. Him asking me where I'm studying now. &lt;em&gt;Yadda, yadda, yadda.&lt;/em&gt; Then he introduced himself and said he was from &lt;strong&gt;Mediacorp&lt;/strong&gt;. He's in charge of acting classses and stuff and then he gave me his namecard. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in acting you know. Haha. Ok I don't know lah. Just that... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acting????? Meeeee?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh sungguh tak boleh. Mampos penonton semua lari. Tak boleh. Kalau suroh tulis skrip tu boleh lah. Itu gerenti saya boleh buat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Ansari finally arrived, we went to buy some new games for him to install into his PC. &lt;em&gt;Command and Conquer lagi lah. Suruh beli Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tak nak.&lt;/em&gt; In that shop also, we bumped into another friend of his. Syed Ali I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; we headed back to my place. I was so so very excited to buy all the oily, fried food. You see, since Monday he had promised to go to the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; near my place and buy me whatever I want and eat them with me. &lt;strong&gt;So for this whole entire week, I was all jittery because I was excited at the thought of sinking my teeth into all those delicious, yummy and scrumptious fooooood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that before he met me just now, he was actually from Beach Road so he bought me &lt;strong&gt;Kebab J Lo.&lt;/strong&gt; When I smsed him whining away to him that I could not find any small tubs of Ben &amp; Jerry's, he told me not to worry as he had something else for me. &lt;em&gt;Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what we had for dinner.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Nasi Sambal Goreng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys like to eat rice huh? Can somebody tell me? &lt;em&gt;Pergi pasar malam abih beli nasi sambal goreng. Takde makanan lain keeee??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Kebab J Lo without the sayur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has been about 2 months since I ate the Kebab J Lo. &lt;strong&gt;My all time favourite kebab. Definitely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought &lt;strong&gt;3 Burger Ramly.&lt;/strong&gt; His was chicken. Mine was chicken and beef. Yes yes. You read that right. There wasn't any typo. &lt;strong&gt;I had 2 Burger Ramly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ayam dengan daging.&lt;/em&gt; Then he insisted I took the photos of our burgers in this order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All closed up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seee... Dah bukak...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta-daaaa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per normal, he always finishes his food first. Then he took my camera away from me and with the camera fully on and in his hands, he stared at me eating and got ready to take that &lt;strong&gt;one precious shot of me eating.&lt;/strong&gt; Why did I say one precious shot? Because the moment he got his hands on my camera, I stopped eating because I knew he would get up to such nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Firas came to join us, so I got distracted by them talking and started eating all over again and Ansari took a shot of me eating!! Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sungguh tak senonoh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we had actually planned to collect some stuff from Firas so we sat at the one of the void decks near his house. Ansari said after we were done, he would give Firas a call to collect the stuff from him. So while Ansari was waiting to take a shot of me, Firas called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh cemane kau tahu aku dekat dgn rumah kau?"&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;"Eh cemane kau tahu aku pakai baju belang-belang?"&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;"Eh kau kat maner ah? Cemane kau tahu sume ni?"&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turned out that... Firas already saw me sitting at the void deck. I think it was because I was in the bright blue tee. Firas was walking home through the park behind. Ansari had his back towards the park. So Firas saw me from far but he thought I was with another guy. Serious! &lt;em&gt;Tak bedek!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he joined us, he said to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aku tgk dari jauh pompuan tu mcm aku kenal je. Tgk punye tgk, Azreen lah. Eh kenape dia dgn lelaki lain? Kan Ansari kat dlm camp. Eh tak blh. This can't be right. Takkan dia klua dgn lelaki lain... Jadi aku tros call kau lah An. Abih aku dgr dialtone. Ok maybe kau dah bookout ke. Abih aku diri blakang tembok ah. Aku tgk korang dua. Abih aku nampak kau reaching out for ur hp. Abih bile kau angkat, aku tgk korang dua, abih the guy depan Azreen tgh berbual, slamat lah. Kau rupenye..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burger dah habiiiss!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat at the void deck. Talked and talked for 2 hours I think. Firas sat beside me while Ansari sat in front of us. Firas related to us all sorts of stories and experiences. All were memorable and funny ones. No scary ones. &lt;em&gt;Phew!&lt;/em&gt; Firas told Ansari to change &lt;strong&gt;S$500&lt;/strong&gt; when he goes to Taiwan because he needs to buy stuff for me as well. &lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;S$500...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken while Firas went up to his house to bring down the stuff for Ansari...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batman and Solid Snake...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put on one side of Firas's glove...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Ansari started boxing each other with one hand because each of us only had... well one glove on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An, kat Taiwan sejuk giler tau. Aku tido sampai pakai ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh, boleh buat snowcap ah. Firas kau ingat tak time kat SP dulu aku gi skola dgn snowcap? Aku kan Chester Bennington dulu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perompak cacat! Can't breathe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taleban! Taleban!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Now I'm reminded of the time where me, Ansari and Shaikhah were waiting for my turn to be auditioned for the Sungguh Hot thing on 20th August last year and then Shaikhah was interviewing Ansari. So she recorded him on video. She asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So Ansari... Dah besar nak jadi aper?"&lt;br /&gt;"I want to shoot the Taleban..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 2 best buddies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My primary school mate and my boyfriend... Small world indeed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cute-ness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No introduction needed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked him to show teeth and he REALLY did show teeth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which picture is the nicer one of the 2 huh?? I think the 1st one right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Firas walked out with us as he wanted to buy something from the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; too. So Ansari was already tired and &lt;em&gt;malas&lt;/em&gt; to walk me all the way home that he told Firas to &lt;em&gt;teman&lt;/em&gt; me instead. Even despite Firas trying to get him to change his mind, Ansari still refused to put his &lt;em&gt;malas-ness&lt;/em&gt; aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takpe lah. My perot pun dah kenyang. I tak kisah lah ade orang hantar balik ke tak. Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Firas and me walked around the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam.&lt;/em&gt; I bought 3 candy floss for my students that I will be tutoring tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink, Blue, Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/21stapril06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/21stapril06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Firas bought a glass of coke. Those sold in those classic glass bottles. Then as we were walking, he &lt;em&gt;semangat tau nak bukak botol tu. Pusing punye pusing tapi tak boleh bukak. Pusing lagi. Pusing punye pusing pun tak jalan jugak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alamak Firas... malu lah. U can't open the cap..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh I know ok. I managed to do it the last time..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... Do u twist the cap? Or lift it up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Twist it..."&lt;br /&gt;"Huhhh? Cemane nak pusing? Kan tajam. Nanti tgn berdarah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Betol. Pusing..."&lt;br /&gt;"No laaah... Try lifting it up..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh no no. This is not those corkscrew caps..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah gi balik ah suroh nyonya tu bukakkan..."&lt;br /&gt;"No no no. There's no way I'm getting the nyonya to open for me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok then. We shall see if u can open it in front of me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, he couldn't open the cap so he had to walk home all thirsty. Bet he asked his dad for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok lah. Saya dah ngantok. Ngantok giler babi. Ngantok sengantok-ngantok nyeeeee. Mata dah tak boleh angkat. Byeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114563471499625628?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114563471499625628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114563471499625628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114563471499625628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114563471499625628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-bloated-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114518153499737345</id><published>2006-04-16T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:11:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am with truckloads of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday, attended Nadia's wedding. Shaikhah and me managed to make our way to her wedding in the end despite the heavy downpour. &lt;em&gt;Hujan itu adalah rahmat&lt;/em&gt; so I take this opportunity to wish Nadia and Ed all the best in their marriage life. Shaikhah and me wouldnt't have missed the wedding for anything else in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us with the very beautiful bride...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/14thapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/14thapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally the groom's entourage arrived!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/14thapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/14thapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonder how nervous he felt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/14thapril06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/14thapril06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I had... The food was DELICIOUS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/14thapril06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/14thapril06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the way home, under the MRT track...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/14thapril06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/14thapril06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... Saturday &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; arrived! Had to tutor at 9:30am after which I waited for God knows how long for Ansari at his house bus-stop. 30 minutes I think. Then we went to town in search of my new school bag. Since he had already promised. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, we bumped into Firas. I saw him as Ansari had his back towards Firas. So we went over to him and started talking. It was so sweet of him to treat his mom to this Chef Wan thingy that was being held at The Hyatt yesterday. According to him, since he does not have a girlfriend to splurge on, the money goes to his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he told me about how he got scared to approach Abang in camp because of the scenario that erupted in front of his eyes. It was seriously very funny I tell you. I couldn't stop laughing. &lt;em&gt;Betol tak bedek!&lt;/em&gt; However I'm glad that Firas and Abang now know of each other's existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got my bag, we went to buy 20 Curry 'O' from Old Chang Kee and then 3 big bottles of Iced Lemon Tea and 1 big bottle of mineral water. Then we took a cab all the way to Tanjung Beach at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bags, the snacks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ansari said these were delicious!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azura... nanti kiter order awak punye sardine roll boleh?? Time kiter kahwin, kau buatkan boleh?? Sanggup tak kau roll 5000 sardin roll?? Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ini pun sedaaaappp!! Menjilat jari!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While the boys went to play in the sea, the cam-whoring began...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20026%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20026%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20028%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20028%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansari and Andhika spent more time with each other than with their girlfriends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20018.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They shared a common love... LAY's potato chips...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20021.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20021.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril%20050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they played soccer... What else is knew right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he was tired, he finally ate and then it was time for the boyfriends to spend time with the girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20051.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done playing in the water, we took some more pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20032%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20032%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were wet and Azura was dry, we simply had to do something. So we subjected her to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse our buncit tummies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azura took this for me and I kinda like it as I looked flirty (???)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20037.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this nice shot (except for our buncit tummies that is) was taken by Andhika...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Azura had to leave by 5:30pm, me and Ansari accompanied her all the way to the toilet. Ansari was engrossed with eating his chicken but yet he could still tease Azura. It's &lt;strong&gt;always fun&lt;/strong&gt; to tease Azura. Especially about a certain someone from school and a certain single friend of Andhika's at the beach. Azura took God knows how long to change so in the end, I took a picture of our feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know lah his feet are fairer than mine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Shaikhah's and Andhika's turn to send Azura to the bus-stop. Then after that, we ate some more and it started to drizzle. Then at around 7pm, Ansari and me decided to take our shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dah mandi... Dah wangi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to Eunos. While waiting for 13, we bumped into Raz at the bus-stop. Well actually Ansari doesn't know Raz and neither do I. I only know Raz from Rahman's pictures. Raz was in this really bright green tee. When he saw me, he smiled at me. Haha. Didn't expect him to recognize me though. So I smiled back and told Ansari who Raz was. Then Ansari said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, he's quite good-looking wat. Asal u tak take him?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*faints*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to East Coast because Ansari was craving for the roti john. Sheeesh. &lt;em&gt;Tapi takpe. Kesian lah orang tu nak gi Taiwan jadi makan lah ape yang dia nak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/15thapril06%20038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/15thapril06%20038.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he was finally done eating with me forcing him to hurry up as cats were just all around us eyeing his food, we finally sat by the beach. Not before he made us walk by the beach, past this place where they kept all the boats. It was seriously scary as it was already dark, the waves were strong and God knows what was lurking in between the boats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still had the cheek to laugh at me when I gripped him so so very tightly. &lt;em&gt;Sungguh tak baik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day at around 12:30am. Flagged a cab and he sent me home first. That was my weekend. So now I'm so freaking tired &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114518153499737345?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114518153499737345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114518153499737345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114518153499737345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114518153499737345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-i-am-with-truckloads-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114494818310859572</id><published>2006-04-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:28:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lulu, Nora please please please update me. Your nenek is my nenek too. Please just update me on ANYTHING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so seeing that I am in an &lt;strong&gt;extremely good mood&lt;/strong&gt; despite feeling as if all ounce of energy has been zapped out of me, I shall be nice to my &lt;strong&gt;aunt(?), Elektra,&lt;/strong&gt; and reply to her tag. &lt;em&gt;I rase kan dia kepo-kepo tau nak tahu stuff about me. Heh. Biase dia. Belom tua dah kepo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FOUR THINGS ABOUT ME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR jobs I have had in my life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Admin cum Customer Service staff at Regional Examinations Bureau (RELC)&lt;br /&gt;2)Part-time partner (barista) at Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;3)Tutoring&lt;br /&gt;4)Relief-teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR movies I would watch over and over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)A Walk To Remember - pure sweetness I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;2)Mohabbatein - Shah Rukh Khan so &lt;em&gt;kacak la!&lt;/em&gt; Then again he is &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;kacak&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;3)Troy - Eric Bana, Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom so what more can a girl ask for?!&lt;br /&gt;4)Kal Ho Naa Ho - combination of Preity Zinta, Saif Ali Khan and &lt;strong&gt;SHAH RUKH&lt;br /&gt;KHAN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Blk 407, Clementi Avenue 1 - when I was a newborn and up till now, I alternate between there and my own place&lt;br /&gt;2)Blk 110, Bedok Reservoir Road - still living here actually as my parents &lt;strong&gt;REFUSE&lt;/strong&gt; to move&lt;br /&gt;3)Not Applicable&lt;br /&gt;4)Not Applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR tv shows I love to watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)CSI - every single series&lt;br /&gt;2)Desperate Housewives - all those highly entertaining scandals&lt;br /&gt;3)The OC - Seth Cohen's character simply &lt;strong&gt;TURNS ME ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The Amazing Race - try to catch it whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR places I have been on vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Every single state of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;2)Jakarta, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;3)Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;4)Bintan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR websites I visit daily when I'm online:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)My own blog&lt;br /&gt;2)Friendster&lt;br /&gt;3)My Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;4)My friends' blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR of my favourite food (tough one because I LOVE to eat - asal tak FORTY skali?):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Every single thing from Amirah's Grill&lt;br /&gt;2)Kebab J Lo from Beach Road (Golden Mile Food Centre)&lt;br /&gt;3)Breekz Beef Lasagne&lt;br /&gt;4)Mak's Place Butter Prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR places I would rather be at right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Wherever Ansari is at right now be it in the camp, jungle, river or Taiwan but for now he's in his room =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;2)The family suite of Puteri Pan Pacific at JB with Ansari because not only is the room damn spacious but the view is spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;3)Cancun! with Ansari - the beach, the sun, the sea&lt;br /&gt;4)In my room (which I'm in right now), on my bed (which I'm on right now) and &lt;strong&gt;WITH Ansari&lt;/strong&gt; - pardon my thoughts for I'm feeling highly deprived and horny right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR friends who I have tagged that I think would respond:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not tag anyone but for those of you who need a breather from studying for the exams like me, do take 10 minutes to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;strong&gt;nice surprise&lt;/strong&gt; indeed when I received an sms from Ansari at around 6pm while I was tutoring just now. What made it all nice was not the fact that he told me he was booking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice due to the fact that he really wanted to see me. &lt;strong&gt;Guess absence makes the heart grow fonder &lt;/strong&gt;because it has been nearly &lt;strong&gt;3 weeks&lt;/strong&gt; since we spent quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time he told me that he missed me so much and wanted to see me badly. Yes it has been that long. Normally he would just say it over sms but not to the extent of wanting to meet me. So because I tutored somewhere near his place, he told me to wait for him outside Dunman Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Rahman jogging past me while I sat at the bus-stop. That guy so oblivious to his surroundings. It wasn't until I saw him for the 2nd time and had to practically wave hard at him, did he notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we met at around 8:15pm and spent just 1 precious hour together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what Ansari gave me the moment he saw me just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bouquet of flowers silly! I do not like it when a guy buys me flowers because the flowers will just wilt and dry up and that's it. Not a pretty sight. Besides flowers are expensive. I prefer chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither did he buy something expensive like a ring or a bracelet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(tapikan kat Perlini's ade bracelet lawa tau Sayang *HINT HINT*).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAC'S CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most of you, it's just a chocolate milkshake but to me, it means a great deal because I simply love Mac's Chocolate Milkshake and that's the drink that I will have without fail each time I go out with him. To think he bought it, boarded the bus with it and surprised me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sweetness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just as I was about to take the first sip of my chocolate millshake, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh wait. I nearly forgot..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he planted a kiss on my cheeks because I remember telling him last week or 2 weeks ago that the next time I see him, the first thing I want him to do is to give me a kiss on my cheek and he did just that! Actually I had clearly forgotten it by then as the chocolate milkshake was more enticing than Ansari. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Sayang tadi you tanye I what size I wear for my Esprit Tank Tops. I know I told you already but let me remind you again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SIZE XS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Get that into your head ok?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SIZE XS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapikan you pun dah janji nak belikan I shoes. I want my shoes and new school bag!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*manje mode setting in*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yah. Cik Junaidah, saye bukan sengaje tak nak jawab call awak tadi tau. Saye tahu lah awak nampak saye gi dating tapi bukan sengaje saye tak jawab panggilan awak. Henpon saye tu dah rosak. Dah giler. Tak boleh jawab panggilan. Itu bukan alasan eh. Saye tak bohong. Saye cakap benar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An... do you remember what day Wednesday was?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wednesday was yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh... The 12th..."&lt;br /&gt;"........Annnnndddddd..........?"&lt;br /&gt;"U tak ingat eh? Takpe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok bilang I..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh takpe lah. It was significant for me but not for u" (no sarcasm whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;"Eh jgn gitu lah. Bilang I..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh reali it's ok. It's no big deal..."&lt;br /&gt;"I nak tahu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe lah. Like I said it was so significant to me sebab tu I ingat..." (again no sarcasm whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;"Az... bilang I..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. NO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh blh gitu pulak!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Unless u kiss me first..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eleh slalu I yg kiss u. Patot now u kiss me"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh kan I dah bilang u I wun initiate a kiss. Never..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tak fair"&lt;br /&gt;"Ape pulak? Hehehe..."&lt;br /&gt;"OK so if I kiss u, will u tell me...?"&lt;br /&gt;"MAAYYYBE..."&lt;br /&gt;"Will you??"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok I will..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then right there and then, by the road side, near the bus-stop in front of Lulu's house, he pulled me close and............ &lt;strong&gt;kissed me. Gently and sweetly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I do not know what would have happened if at that time, his dad happened to drive past or something. By the road side you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OK so now bilang I..."&lt;br /&gt;"No!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh... u cheated me!"&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHA. Suke hati I lah!"&lt;br /&gt;"Do I need to kiss u again?"&lt;br /&gt;"Heh. YESSS!" (blushing and feeling all shy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Dah. Pls tell me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Bluek. NO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Alah Az... Pls lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not... U balik and think abt it..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak lah... I nak u bilang I..."&lt;br /&gt;"NO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Az... Pls..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh kan I dah ckp... Balik and think abt it..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I know! The soccer match kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"What soccer match?" (acting all innocent)&lt;br /&gt;"We met at the soccer match..."&lt;br /&gt;"....Yes...."&lt;br /&gt;"We first met yday, outside the stadium..."&lt;br /&gt;"....UH-huh...."&lt;br /&gt;"And it was a Tuesday..."&lt;br /&gt;"And I rmbr wat u wore..."&lt;br /&gt;"My red striped tee kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and wif ur cap and these jeans..."&lt;br /&gt;"And u wore ur FLIRT tee..."&lt;br /&gt;"U rmbr?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course..."&lt;br /&gt;"And how was my hair done?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tied into a ponytail..."&lt;br /&gt;"U ingat!! Asal u blh ingat ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Entah... maybe cos...I havent forgotten u since then...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*blush*&lt;br /&gt;*blush*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114494818310859572?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114494818310859572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114494818310859572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114494818310859572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114494818310859572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/lulu-nora-please-please-please-update.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114477365474685080</id><published>2006-04-12T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:04:37.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost 12:30am. Mindae's flight will be leaving for Sydney in a while. You see when Neeta told me that Mindae would be leaving on 12th April, I thought his flight would be around 9pm or 10pm and I told myself that if I could make it, I would certainly make my way to the airport with Neeta to send him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on Monday, Neeta smsed me to tell me that Mindae was leaving the day after. So technically his flight is still on the 12th April but on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning &lt;em&gt;(whichever way you all see it).&lt;/em&gt; I would still have sent him off but since it was too late for Neeta, well, none of us sent him off in the end. Honestly, I wouldn't have minded if Neeta had begged me to accompany her to send him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Neeta sounded so sad in her sms. The moment I read her sms, somehow I felt like crying. Which I almost did as I could clearly relate to her feelings but seeing I was outside then, I fought back my tears and replied her sms calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Neeta. I have already smsed Mindae my well wishes and he told me to take care of you which I will &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to do. I do know you will need some company over the next few weeks to take your mind off Mindae being away but I &lt;strong&gt;can't promise&lt;/strong&gt; you that I'll be able to meet you all the time as I am very busy. &lt;strong&gt;Very very busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All unhappiness aside, &lt;strong&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/strong&gt; has been doing a bit of spending over the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, as usual I had to tutor Nabilah. After that, Nabilah went for her Andalus class and I plonked myself on the sofa and took pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazurah just LOVE to take pictures...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20004.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20005.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20006.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20007.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20008.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken after Nadiah got home from her Kumon class...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20009.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they wanted to watch &lt;em&gt;Charlie and The Chocolate Factory&lt;/em&gt; so my aunt played the VCD for us. That was the only time Nadiah and Nazurah were quiet. They were so engrossed over the show that I almost couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;em&gt;Charlie and The Chocolate Factory&lt;/em&gt; was done, we watched &lt;em&gt;The Pacifier. Naik lemak tau budak-budak tu. Tengok VCD je. Bukannye nak bace buku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I left my aunt's close to 7pm and made my way to Kembangan as I had already promised to treat my parents, my nenek, my aunt and my uncle. We ate at &lt;em&gt;Mak's Place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My aunt and me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20011.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The aftermath...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20012.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20014.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a whopping $127! We ordered &lt;em&gt;Butter Prawns, Sweet and Sour Squid, Baby Kailan with Beef, Steamed Fish with Soya Sauce, Hot Plate Sambal Tofu and Nasi Goreng Ikan Asin.&lt;/em&gt; But it's ok. A once in a while thing. Besides it was afterall a meal for 6 people so I guess the amount spent was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was a happy woman after my treat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20013.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20013.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was complaining that she has gotten so &lt;em&gt;bulat&lt;/em&gt; which I agreed. I wasn't being rude but I was just merely telling the truth. This aunt of mine simply love to eat and eat and eat. It's horrible going anywhere with her be it to Johor Bahru or Melaka or Bangkok or Kuala Lumpur or anywhere else as her number 1 favourite past time is &lt;strong&gt;snacking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she can't sleep and feel something is amiss if she does not snack on anything. So when I asked her what her weight was, she said she's 60kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking as she will be &lt;strong&gt;turning 41&lt;/strong&gt; in exactly 12 days time and she is &lt;strong&gt;only 60kg.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wonder what my weight will be when I turn 40.&lt;/em&gt; Please do note &lt;strong&gt;I weighed a hefty 60kg back in Secondary School&lt;/strong&gt; so I certainly do not know how much I will balloon up once I start having &lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; when I reach the &lt;strong&gt;dreaded age of 40.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is the face of the happy lady who paid for dinner...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thapril06%20015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thapril06%20015.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday was shopping day for me. After school ended, I engaged in a bit of retail therapy. Got to put my NETS Card to good use. Afterall I'm a NETS Rewards member so &lt;em&gt;rugi lah kalau tak swipe itu NETS Card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess what I bought...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/10thapril06%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/10thapril06%20018.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See my name on this tee??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/10thapril06%20017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/10thapril06%20017.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the tee custom made of course. When I stand in front of the mirror, the tee will have &lt;em&gt;Ansari&lt;/em&gt; written across it. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt; Paid the lady 20 bux on Monday on top of my 5 bux deposit to get her to come up with the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 tees from Outfitter Girls at Plaza Singapura...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/10thapril06%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/10thapril06%20019.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I walked into the store wearing a tee from their shop, I actually got a 20% discount off their regular items. So instead of paying 25 bux for each tee, I ended up paying only 20 bux for each. I wanted to buy more though but they ran out of my size. I wear a Size 1 but most of the tees were left with Size 5 and 7 which is a big no-no. &lt;strong&gt;I do not like my tops loose. I like them to fit me nicely. Tightly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New stocks with bolder captions will be coming in 2 weeks time.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yay-ness!!&lt;/em&gt; I would have gotten paid by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then upon reaching Tampines and seeing that I had some time left before I had to teach tuition, I walked into Fox which was a bad mistake right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have been going crazy over Fox's Summer Collection for weeks now &lt;em&gt;(ever since they emailed me their newsletter)&lt;/em&gt; but I told myself the only way for me to not end up purchasing anything from there is to simply &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; walk into the store. Of course the stubborn me refused to listen to my head, so I did some more damages to my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually felt like buying almost the entire store.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm serious. &lt;em&gt;Tak bedek.&lt;/em&gt; I even felt like buying tees for Ansari but seeing how &lt;em&gt;cerewet&lt;/em&gt; he can be at times, I decided not to do that. Perhaps one of these days if I feel nice and if he is nice to me, I'll drag him into Fox and give him a treat and let him choose the tees himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried on a few stuff. In the end I left Fox with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cargo washed miniskirt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/10thapril06%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/10thapril06%20020.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks more like a pair of shorts actually. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt; I'm sure when Ansari sees me in it, he is going to be so &lt;strong&gt;displeased&lt;/strong&gt; over the length of the skirt. Or more appropriately, &lt;strong&gt;the lack of length.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt; my money what. I shall buy what I want using my own money. Anyway, I told myself that I will only wear this miniskirt when I'm out with Ansari and no one else. Not even with The Kukuz. Not even to school. I'm aware of how short it is. I just have to bent over slightly and my ass can be seen. It's &lt;strong&gt;only 31 cm long&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(short?)&lt;/em&gt; mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I simply had to buy it because it felt so comfortable &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; They were available in size 36, 38 and 40. Initially I tried on 40 and it was too big. Then I went down to size 38 and it was loose &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; I had to settle for 36. Honestly, if I could fit in 38, I would have gotten it as it is a little bit longer too. But then, 38 was loose. If I wear it, the skirt would have ended up turning itself round and round each time I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it cost me 39 bux. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I made my purchase, I was given a Fox Catalogue. &lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt; That was the last thing I needed. Initially I was afraid to flip through the catalogue as I didn't want to be tempted. Then I thought it was no harm browsing through it. However, at the last page of the catalogue, there was a &lt;strong&gt;$5 voucher for tees&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;$15 voucher for jeans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This thing is tempting me even more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/10thapril06%20021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/10thapril06%20021.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shopping trip at Fox was almost spoilt by a certain someone though. He happened to be in the same place as me, looking at some polo tees. Of course I was wondering why he was out of camp. I felt very uncomfortable with him around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think he had the cheek to look at me and each time I turned to look at him, &lt;strong&gt;he pretended as if he was looking at something behind me instead!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The nerve of the glow in the dark anneh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he finally was out of the store and after I made my purchase and stood at the traffic light wanting to make my way towards the interchange, he came from my left with a McFlurry in his hands and &lt;strong&gt;stood smack in front of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I had wanted to &lt;strong&gt;slap&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;em&gt;botak&lt;/em&gt; head of his but I kept my cool and moved away. What an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition ended, I smsed Lulu. Had a talk with Abg and Acap when I reached home. &lt;strong&gt;Heard some more stories about him.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Goodness!&lt;/em&gt; I have absolutely &lt;strong&gt;no words&lt;/strong&gt; to describe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To call him a liar, despicable, story-teller and two-faced is really an understatement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. He will get his just desserts one day. In the meantime, &lt;strong&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/strong&gt; is a really happy lady as she feels that the &lt;strong&gt;99 bux&lt;/strong&gt; she spent on Monday was &lt;strong&gt;worth every single cent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/10thapril06%20016.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/10thapril06%20016.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114477365474685080?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114477365474685080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114477365474685080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114477365474685080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114477365474685080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-almost-1230am.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114443709590841378</id><published>2006-04-08T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T03:11:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*my perut is so sakit right now so pardon me if i start blabbering nonsense in this entry or if my sentence structure is grammatically incorrect*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora, you like the song on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak padan tau si Siti Melor Sexy ni. Boleh sms lagi cakap dia tengah dengar lagu ni dan berjoget. Lagi boleh cakap kalau I letak lagu tekno slalu, nanti dia boleh joget sampai kurus. Buat orang ketawe kuat je kat dalam bus. Nasib baik time ketawe tu, I tak lepaskan my plastic bag of burgers. Kalau tak, tergolek lah burger I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know better than to bring Nora clubbing. If not, she will start dancing. &lt;em&gt;Ade cacing agaknye kat dalam badan dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Noreen, I think I found Awaluddin's Friendster profile &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; You know, our primary school friend cum &lt;em&gt;mata telor burong&lt;/em&gt; cum my next door neighbour cum the guy next door that I dun ever smile to. However, it's limited to those he's closely connected to so I couldn't view his pictures. His primary photo is &lt;strong&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is him though because he has Nurul Ain on his list. You know that irritating Nurul Ain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mean! Yes Shaikhah, I'm referring to the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; Nurul Ain who was from your class back in Cedar &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'll try to search for his link again and then I'll pass it to you and then you can send him a message and ask if it's him because I think there's a &lt;strong&gt;higher chance&lt;/strong&gt; of him replying to you instead of me as I think there's some sort of silent rift or animosity going on between us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that he will &lt;strong&gt;refuse&lt;/strong&gt; to take the lift with me? For God knows what reason I also do not know. Maybe I've got body odour and it will kill him to be in the lift with me for less than 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time he sees me from far, he will do a double take and walk in a completely different direction. &lt;em&gt;Sanggup tau balik rumah amik jalan jauh&lt;/em&gt; just to avoid me. &lt;em&gt;Jantan takde bola agaknye. Takot dengan aku agaknye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire week has been hectic. Exhaustive. What with the increasing school workload. Actually not that much &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; Just that essays normally take up too much of my time. You do know I'm a pretty long-winded person so I certainly do not have problems completing an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; will I complete the essay because I'll be going on and on and on and on. &lt;em&gt;Macam keretapi takde break.&lt;/em&gt; It doesn't help that the essay topics are so so very interesting and there's so much information that I'm able to gather. &lt;em&gt;Ape lagi. Panjang lebar la essay aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they had such interesting topics back during my jc years. General Paper would have been my &lt;strong&gt;favourite&lt;/strong&gt; subject la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like on Wednesday, I started my essay at 11pm and I only finished close to 6am! &lt;em&gt;Sumpah! Tak bedek!&lt;/em&gt; I did take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long to complete my essay. Granted I did take time off to read blogs and surfed around but I didn't do much of that. So in the end, I did not sleep on Wednesday night/Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Nora, sorry eh kalau yang Khamis malam tu I jumpe you and I looked like a zombie ke. Panda ke. Hantu ke. Momok ke. Especially dengan rambot I yang rebang tu. Ade orang tu nak gi tuition on Khamis malam tapi masih sempat jengok dari tingkat dua nak tengok kalau I naik bas ke tak. Kepo eh dia! Ngintip orang nanti mata tembel tau. Lagi-lagi kalau ngintip orang jambu macam i ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I had gone without sleep throughout Wednesday night and Thursday morning, and I had to teach tuition after school and when I went to meet my parents after that for some grocery shopping at Giant Bedok, I still had lots of energy in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the travelator. It was me and my mom together and Ayah was behind us. Then I saw this 17 inch LCD TV with built-in DVD player which cost $799. So I told my mom how nice it would be if I had that in my room. So of course moms will always say something along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah. Yelah. Duit maner nak cari?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know why, I smiled and I started giggling over her comment and I ran up the travelator. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ran up the travelator to the 2nd floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine what the other people behind me on the travelator saw. My fat ass together with my thunder thighs jiggling all the way up the travelator. &lt;em&gt;Sunggoh tak senonoh.&lt;/em&gt; I hope they didn't have nightmares after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while my parents were looking at foodstuff, I left them and went over to the ladies section where they sold all the facial wash and shampoo and stuff &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; Giant started playing &lt;em&gt;We Will Rock You by Queen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I started singing out loud to the song followed by a few head banging moves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that either I was glad I was done with my essay or I'm like a Duracell bunny with abundant energy. Maybe I had just gone plain bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually those who know me well should know that I can go on and on and on no matter how tired I am. I can still go out even if I'm tired. I can still stay up to listen to people's problems even if I'm tired. I can even stay out even if I'm tired and dying to go home. Unless of course I'm way way too tired with no ounce of energy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this entry serve a purpose? No I guess. I have been blabbering about totally random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh my students just now were so cute! I had to teach brother and sister at the same time. So the Sister calls me Kak Azreen while the brother calls me Cher. Yes. A Singaporean student's way of calling their Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So Hafis, how does the ginger reproduce?"&lt;br /&gt;"By animals!"&lt;br /&gt;"No...... Do u even noe wat a ginger is?"&lt;br /&gt;"I noe! Bawang!" (dgn penoh semangat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, the sister laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No lah. Bawang is onion!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhh....."&lt;br /&gt;"So again let me ask u how does the ginger reproduce?"&lt;br /&gt;"But I duno wat a ginger is!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ginger is halia laaaah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh? Betol?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Tak percaye eh? Go ask ur mom"&lt;br /&gt;"Ibuuuu!! Ginger is halia eh??!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cher... Wat are testis?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy explaining to the sister some stuff so when I heard his question, I went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Waaaaaattt??!"&lt;br /&gt;"Testis... See..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at the options on his multiple choice question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhhh... Testis... Testies are.........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, the sister started giggling. The sister is in Primary 6 and the brother is in Primary 5 so clearly she knew what testis are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Testis are... Gawd Hafis! Ur teacher should have taught u kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot already. Heh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... Okkkaaaayyy... Testis are......."&lt;br /&gt;(I started flipping thru his textbook)&lt;br /&gt;"These!" (I pointed out to the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OHHHH!!!" (and he started giggling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher, wat are sperms?"&lt;br /&gt;(masyAllah budak ni!)&lt;br /&gt;"Sperms come from the male's testis. They will travel up into the woman's womb, only 1 of them will fertilize the egg and that's how u get a baby..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh... then how do they look like?"&lt;br /&gt;(oh gawd! i hate the chapter on reproduction!)&lt;br /&gt;"Sperms look like tadpoles!" (the sister exclaimed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cher, frogs give birth right?"&lt;br /&gt;"NOOO!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! That time I saw on Discovery Channel!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister butted in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No. Those were not frogs!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! I saw!"&lt;br /&gt;"No! Itu lain!"&lt;br /&gt;"No! Really! They said frogs give birth!"&lt;br /&gt;"Noooo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok dah dah. Enough the 2 of u... Frogs lay eggs..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out the mom used to teach at Pertapis during the time I was there as a student. Shall &lt;em&gt;korek&lt;/em&gt; for my Pertapis report cards and see if I had an &lt;em&gt;Ustazah Jamaliah&lt;/em&gt; who taught me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had another Primary 3 chinese boy who asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why my house got no chimney ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh because u live in a HDB flat. Chimneys must be built from the roof all the way to the floor..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh then how Santa Claus sent my presents? Every yr I got presents leh. He come in from where?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... ummm... later u ask ur mummy and daddy. Maybe they never lock the door on Christmas Eve so that Santa Claus can come in..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't have the heart to tell him that Santa Claus does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling in love with someone isn't always going to be easy. It is often filled with anger and tears. It is when you want to be together despite it all, that is when you are truly in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, the hope in tomorrow and the joy in the heart. Whenever we are apart, it feels like a part of me is missing. Then I remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because you have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever we are apart, there is one pain that I often feel. It's caused by the absence of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet that special someone, you will understand why it didn't work out with anyone else. Love is afterall, is just a word till someone you meet gives it a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was you who gave me the meaning of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love You Ansari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114443709590841378?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114443709590841378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114443709590841378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114443709590841378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114443709590841378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-perut-is-so-sakit-right-now-so.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114393654339249234</id><published>2006-04-02T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:39:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday, 31st March 2006, Neeta and me finally got around to doing the thing that we wanted to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies and gentleman, let me bring you to a place at Muhd Sultan Road...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20013.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok now we are outside the door of the place...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/28thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/28thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonder what goes on behind those doors??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normally it looks like this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/dwax2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/dwax2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there's a customer, it looks like this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/dwax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/dwax.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The entire place was pink and purple la...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swarovski Crystal Tattoos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which ones do you fancy??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like these...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. Both of us did a Brazillian Wax. Hurhurhur. The lady was supposed to leave a fine strip of hair and wax off the rest but for my case, she waxed off everything as mine didn't look nice with the strip of hair there cos my hair was too fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure la. She was the one looking at it. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my maiden Brazillian Wax. I simply had to make a go for it as the usual price for a Brazillian Wax was $40 but using the voucher, I only paid $9.90. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shock Number 1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(only 1 person could be waxed at a time so Neeta made me go into the room first)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok... Take off ur jeans and panty..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm okaaayyy..." (i started unbuckling my belt and removed my jeans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do i... ummm... Im sorry but do i need to like... put on smth?" (clad only in my underwear)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no no. Just remove ur underwear and come lie down on this bed..." (she smiled and looked at me)&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh ok..." (waaaat in the world have i gotten myself into??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shy la of course. Like duh! Although it was only the 2 of us in the room and she has what I have but it was a bit embarrassing despite me telling myself that it was her profession and she has seen countless... ummm... countless semi-naked ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shock Number 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulled out the wax strips from my middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she put the hot wax, it was ok. The wax wasn't scorching hot. Nope. Didn't even feel a burning sensation. To me, it was warm. Even when she removed the wax strips from my bikini line &lt;em&gt;(you know the sides there??),&lt;/em&gt; it was still fine. The little bit of pain was bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when she moved towards the more sensitve area, that is the middle part, just one removal of the wax strip was enough to send me into a whole lot of shock. Hahaha. She did warn me though. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it wasn't too bad. Like I said, the pain was bearable. I do not know why Neeta kept giving out tiny little yells. I heard her from outside the room ok! The funny thing was, the lady only applied the wax. She didn't even remove the wax strips yet and Neeta yelled already. Goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain didn't stay for long. Even when I got the shock, the pain went as soon as it came. Just like that. With a snap of the fingers. So it hurt right there and then. After the process was over and she applied some soothing cream and oil, you can go ahead and run a full blown marathon la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a very late lunch at Long John Silver's Plaza Singapura. Mindae joined us so Neeta decided to skip her 4pm class. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combo No 3... The one with chicken, fish, shrimps and fries...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He couldn't make up his mind which flip-flops to buy la!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hee hee... My new fashion specs nice not??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neeta bumped into her Lecturer... "Oops! Sorry I skipped class!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored waiting for her so we sat at Wang Hao Kaya Toast. Mindae went to buy his toast set while I just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Table No 1 some more ah... Don't play-play...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like finally Liza arrived!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shot of the 4 of us before we went our separate ways...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/31stmarch06%20011.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/31stmarch06%20011.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindae and me took the train to eunos as I wanted to go home and he had to attend a friend's birthday party opposite eunos mrt. I tell you. That guy just talked and talked and talked and talked. I mean I did talk la but the amount of talking we engaged in... &lt;em&gt;MasyaAllah!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I made it sound so bad like that. No la. It's just that throughout the entire trip back to eunos, we only touched on 2 topics. Relationships and driving. But very fun. I like! I like it when guys can hold a good conversation. It was my first time actually meeting Mindae one to one so I was a bit scared la we would end up keeping quiet on the train seeing that Neeta wasn't with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy can talk la. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we had the fundraising dinner for Mindae's soccer team. They will be going to Sydney on the 12th. I expect a gift back from Sydney ok! Don't just win the tournament. &lt;strong&gt;I want a gift!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shot at my house before we left...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our table...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaikhah felt deprived. Deprived of snapping away on a digicam so she took these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooohhh... Fried Chickens...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meat no more! Bone I see!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liza wanted Lina to snap a picture of her butterfly belt. It looked so wrong from this pic right??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liza finally turned 21 on Friday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think we were the only Malays there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I see is teeeeettthhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mindae to Neeta: "I booked us a room at Geylang..."&lt;br /&gt;Neeta to Mindae: "Nooooo!!"&lt;br /&gt;Shaikhah and Me: "Gawd. We din hear anything!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While waiting for the dinner to be served, we got a little bit bored...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was buffet dinner. The moment the MC said that dinner was ready and it was ladies first, me and Shaikhah were the first ones to stand up la. Serious. &lt;em&gt;Tak bedek.&lt;/em&gt; We were hungry la. We couldn't wait to have &lt;strong&gt;meat&lt;/strong&gt;. Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took 2 poppadums, 1 piece of naan (damn sedap I swear!), sambal tofu (very the spicy), curry chicken, mutton masala(very the nice!) and briyani rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Liza had only 1 piece of naan, 1 poppadum, curry chicken, and those disgusting timun and carrots *ewwww*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took another plate, just poppadums! I love poppadums. Shaikhah love poppadums. Liza love poppadums. We love poppadums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the games segment. Quite funny la the games. I especially liked the game called &lt;em&gt;"MTV Moment"&lt;/em&gt;. Basically 4 couples were chosen and they had to re-enact an MTV Moment out of 4 types of videos - Hollywood, Spanish, Malay and Bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hollywood MTV was from the movie that Demi Moore acted in whereby her husband died and she walked into the room slowly and sat on this chair and started moulding the clay. Then, somehow the ghost of her dead husband came back and he was visible and they started moulding the clay together. The song was... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhhh... My Love, My Darling, I hunger for your touch......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spanish MTV was taken off Marc Anthony's &lt;em&gt;"I Need To Know"&lt;/em&gt; music video. So the girl had to look sexy and had to shake her ass. Grind against the guy. Hurhurhur. Just imagine it la. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay MTV was some dangdut song. Oh gawd. It was about this Prince who went looking for his wife on his horse. The wife was washing clothes by the river. He tried to serenade her but she pretended to be more interested in washing her clothes. Then had to pretend to be shy. In the end, she followed him and they had to dangdut together. Imagine and Indian couple doing Dangdut la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood MTV had the lady whistling at first. Then she started to dance. Hurhur. Then the guy looked at her from far and then started to dance too. He had to thrust his hips forward thrice ok! &lt;strong&gt;3 times!&lt;/strong&gt; Then he had to point at the crowd with 1 finger then danced towards the lady. The MC had to be the coconut tree la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These guys had to drink beer from the milk bottle without using their hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the lucky draw prizes were given out, the dinner came to an end. They dimmed the lights and the dancefloor was open to us. So when they dimmed the lights, I finally took off my blazer and sat on the chair in my tube dress only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kinda like this shot although my hair looked funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dancefloor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Gawd! I sooo do NOT want to dance la! Got drunk men!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Neeta and Mindae pulled the entire table onto the dancefloor. &lt;em&gt;Kalau tak ikut, macam tak baik kan?&lt;/em&gt; So what the hell la. Although I have 2 left feet, I went anyway. All in the name of fun. Even Liza danced ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shaikhah had to go. I didn't mind staying longer as it was not even midnight yet but since she had to go and Abang was picking us up, I had to leave too. &lt;em&gt;Takkan nak bagi Shaikhah naik kereta dengan Abang sorang kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindae was so not photogenic la! Wait. He is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; photogenic. Ever. Besides, he went to cut his hair so all the more he shouldn't have smiled so widely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shot above was taken by Neeta. She told Mindae to do something to make Ansari jealous. Hurhur. Eh, it &lt;strong&gt;WASN'T&lt;/strong&gt; me who said it. It was Neeta ok! Anyways, it wasn't as if I was going to steal her boyfriend or something. I only have eyes for one guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The one and only. My handsome and hot boyfriend who is becoming darker by the day but still good-looking la. Hurhur. &lt;strong&gt;Tall, dark and handsome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*turn on*&lt;br /&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;*hubba hubba*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hugged, did a cheek to cheek and me and Shaikhah left. Liza went back in to dance. Happening sehhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang sent Shaikhah home first. We nearly crashed into an SBS bus and a car la. Gaaawwd. We were already in the Sengkang area. There was this cross-junction and Abang was sort of speeding but it wasn't that fast. However, as we reached the junction, the SBS bus was turning. Halfway turning la. And Abang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; slow down &lt;em&gt;tau&lt;/em&gt;. He continued driving at the same exact speed, probably assuming that the SBS bus would have gotten out of his way. But you know la. Buses are slow. It was clear that the SBS bus was in the way so Abang should have slowed down. Since it was a bus, Abang should have anticipated another vehicle on the other side of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a car la. When the SBS bus almost cleared it's turning, the car was just smack there la. Abang quickly changed to the lane on his right. It was &lt;em&gt;thaaat&lt;/em&gt; close. &lt;strong&gt;VERY CLOSE.&lt;/strong&gt; Goodness!! If we really had crashed into the car, it would have been a very bad accident la. Abang was going pretty fast. And I would have been the one hurt badly la. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this one time, Abang wanted to change lanes as the taxi driver in front wanted to drop off his passenger. So he signalled right. Which was the right thing to do. But to my horror, he turned the car to the right, and a lorry was beside us ok! He didn't let the lorry clear. So it was basically 2 lanes, the lorry in the right lane and as the taxi stopped in the left lane, Abang was driving in between the lorry and the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Shaikhah reached her place safe and sound. Got Abang to help us take one last shot. Hehe. I love my purple pumps la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE PURPLE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stapril06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stapril06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no freaking idea why Abang was shy in front of Shaikhah. He was so quiet. He only opened his mouth to ask Shaikhah for directions. Even when he did that, his voice was soft. &lt;em&gt;Malu-malu taik kucing ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the moment Shaikhah got off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noreen joget dgn Bangla eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ish. Maner ade. Merepek..."&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan bedek. Mesti ade Bangla..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abg... Banglas wun fork out 30 bux juz like that. It's like a week's worth of groceries!"&lt;br /&gt;"Abih Ibu tahu tak Noreen balik mlm?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaawwwddd. &lt;strong&gt;One of his classic stupid questions.&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I would have told my parents where I went. Besides they were home when I left. These kind of things usually end late. As if my parents aren't used to me coming home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ehh mesti la Ibu tahu. Takkan the dinner end at 8pm?"&lt;br /&gt;"Abih Ibu tak marah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I wanted to strangle him there and that. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously stupid questions.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nak marah buat peee? Baru 1145 je peee..."&lt;br /&gt;"1145 dah lambat la. Kan Ansari said u must be home by 1030pm each time u go out wif ur frenz?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah! U cant expect to be home by 1030 when u go for a dinner pe!"&lt;br /&gt;"Takde la. Abg ni bawak gf org. Kene amanah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yek eleh. Abih yg I keluar dgn u, balik kul 2 pagi tu? Amanah ke hapa!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about Kassim &lt;em&gt;(habis u Kassim),&lt;/em&gt; Nadeem, Pakistani boys, Abang's recurring dream about this girl, 7 more weeks till he ORDs, and he had the cheek to say that I have a thing for Indian guys! Or guys with Indian blood in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentang-kentang Ansari tu darah Mama, I kene ejek la. Sungguh tak baik! Darah Mama dia tak banyak ok! Only his mom je ok! Kat IC his race is MALAY ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Noreen? WHYYY??!! Our own race kan ade. Tak cukup lelaki melayu ke?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he drove me behind the Ubi factories. So i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Suke nah make fun of banglas and pakis kan? Ah ni banyak ni. Berkeliaran. I dare u to get out of the car and make fun of them..."&lt;br /&gt;"Mcm maner Noreen tahu ade banyak banglas and pakis? Mlm-mlm slalu jln sini kann?"&lt;br /&gt;"MasyaAllah! Isnt it obvious even without having to walk here? Gaaaaawwwwdd. Merepek lah u ni!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. You all should have seen his face when I confirmed with Abang that I indeed went for a Brazillian Wax. At first he didn't believe me the other day. However, when he realized I was telling the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claaaassssiiiiiccc!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had this mixed look of utter amazement, shocked and I could tell he wanted to laugh also. Then he said both me and Ansari are perverts. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the car, I put on my blazer. It was getting too cold. It was not because I was reaching home and I didn't want my parents to see me dressed like that. They know their daughter dress like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhh dah nak sampai rumah baru nak tutop eh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Apeee? It's sejuk lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takot eh nanti Ayah marah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Abg... NO!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Takot..."&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time... NO!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Pakai sexy-sexy. Itu hari gi Orchard dgn Abg pun pakai sleeveless yg sexy..."&lt;br /&gt;"That was a TANK TOP"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok lah. Tank top..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tank tops aren't sexy lah. For goodness sake! I walked out of the house in my tank top pe. Depan Ayah lagi. He didn't say anything..."&lt;br /&gt;"Noreen dgr lah ckp Abg. Jgn pakai sexy-sexy. Tak bagos..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eleh. Look who's talking la. Ur eyeballs practically pop out when u see scantily-clad women..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why of course! Im a guy..."&lt;br /&gt;"So if u say I dress sexily, it's not as bad as being scantily clad..."&lt;br /&gt;"Jgn lah. I dun like the thought of guys oggling at u. I think Ansari wldnt like it either..."&lt;br /&gt;"But seriously, my dressing not too over pe... Nvm lah. Dah sampai pun..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehh... ehhh... show me the playground..."&lt;br /&gt;"Waaaatt??!"&lt;br /&gt;"U know... THE PLAYGROUND..."&lt;br /&gt;"Gawd. Enuff la. Sheesh. U go urself..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after I alighted and thanked Abang, he wind down his window and shouted towards my house window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cik Enal!! Noreen pakai sexy-sexy ahhh!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness!! It was midnight and he shouted. What would the neighbours have thought??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Emil just wrote me a testi. Gawd. So kaklar la. Gawd. Gonna tell Ansari about the kenyit mata part)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*giggles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114393654339249234?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114393654339249234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114393654339249234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114393654339249234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114393654339249234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-friday-31st-march-2006-neeta-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114363011330848612</id><published>2006-03-29T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:09:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuition has been postponed to tomorrow. So tomorrow I have to make my way all the way to Pasir Ris and teach the Primary 6 girl English and Science. From 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm. Good luck to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already find 1 hour 30 minutes tutoring taxing simply because most kids find it hard to concentrate after the 1st hour is gone. Then I will have to be very patient and not lose my temper for the next 30 minutes each time they start scribbling something else on their assessement books or start looking out the window because apparently the carpark is more exciting to look at than this beautiful face of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably reach home at 10 pm tomorrow night. Taking the train will be much faster though. I can reach home in 45 mins max but I totally hate taking the train! I prefer the good old fashioned long bus rides that enables me to look at the buildings going past me or watch TV Mobile &lt;em&gt;(seeing how I only get 1 to 2 hours of TV time nowadays)&lt;/em&gt; or even catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;*drool*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like back in my Cedar days when I would just get so exhausted after school ended and I would never fail to sleep on the bus ride home and end up drooling on my tie! Another thing that none of you know is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never wash my tie back in Cedar.&lt;/strong&gt; Heck. My mom didn't even make me wash them. Not even once. So there you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another confession. &lt;strong&gt;I only washed my socks once a week back in Cedar.&lt;/strong&gt; Hurhur. Hey! What was I supposed to do when I was the only child with both working parents and my late great-grandmother suffered from a stroke so she couldn't take care of me? I was left to fend for myself. Be independent like learning how to cook the rice and all those other dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent I was but when it came to washing my socks and school tie, I was such a lazy bum. By the time the &lt;strong&gt;big, fat, chubby, sweaty, oily-faced and dark me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ansari said after he's done with NS, he will regain his fair skin and I will be a Tempeh Bakar next to him - baaaahhh!!)&lt;/em&gt; reached home, I only wanted to eat and watch the tv and get my homework done and ate some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have said all that, I think I have just reduced whatever brownie points with future suitors who wish to marry me. Hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nora, jangan bilang your mom atau your bro about whatever I just confessed on my blog tau. Turun saham aku. Turun harga. Janji I will wash my own socks now. Janji! Amik la pisau and belah my dada. Padahal sekarang dah tak pakai stokin lagi! Hurhur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that once more, I have digressed from my intended topic of blogging today. This is geting bad. I certainly need to kick this bad habit of mine. It is seriously costing me a few marks on my essays. My tutors will always have to strike out the irrelevant points. You will see all these red lines across some of my paragraphs. Not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say, seeing that I had no tuition and no class today, I went through my archives for the month of March. If you have missed out on any of my previous entries, kindly click on the archive for the month of March to read them and if you do feel like leaving a comment on any of the past entries, go ahead and do so as I will certainly reply your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the obvious cam-whoring on my part &lt;em&gt;(I simply love my digicam too much so I bring it with me everywhere I go)&lt;/em&gt;, March has certainly been taxing on me. Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many of you know about what has happened in my personal life. I think so far, only 4 of you know. You should know who you all are. &lt;strong&gt;Hawnered or not??&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. Come on mann. Admit that 4 of you are &lt;strong&gt;hawnered&lt;/strong&gt; mann. You get to know about what went on in this Catwoman's life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I'm so full of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed thankful to be surrounded with so many lovely people in my life. Be it very closed ones or not, they certainly have, at one point or other, crossed my path and left a mark there. Lovely, wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The memory is such a wonderful treasure chest...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the month of March, Ansari and me definitely got closer. Much much closer. Not to say we haven't been close all this while but due to certain turn of events for the past few months, March definitely marked &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; month that we finally brought our relationship to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my friends have always been there for me all this while. Even before Ansari came along. What I am trying to say is, despite him entering my life roughly only about &lt;strong&gt;a year ago as a friend&lt;/strong&gt;, he certainly has managed to carve a special place for himself in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy for me to like someone, what more fall in love with someone. Definitely not easy for me. I do not have a heart of stone but I certainly build up my defences well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 3 months into our friendship, we took things to the next level and became an item. Admittedly, 3 months was too short a time to venture into a relationship &lt;em&gt;(all the more since Lulu and Toonie are his cousins)&lt;/em&gt; but deep inside me, I felt so confident of things that I brought down my defences and allowed him deeper into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time in my life, I finally knew what I wanted and I wanted it so badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just instant attraction right from the start. Everything has to start from friendship but I have to say even while we were only friends, the chemistry was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, &lt;strong&gt;9 months later&lt;/strong&gt;, still going strong. Still in the process of getting to know each other &lt;em&gt;(and misunderstanding each other at times)&lt;/em&gt; but stronger than ever. Everyone learn from experiences right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a tough 9 months. Emotionally, physically and mentally.&lt;/strong&gt; That explains my drastic weight loss and my constant crying back then. And for the entire 9 months, Ansari has been there for me. He didn't know what was exactly wrong as I did not tell him but he was there, tolerating my mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when he was tired every week after booking out and all I did was to whine away and get upset &lt;strong&gt;over tiny things&lt;/strong&gt;, not once has he raised his voice at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have our arguments, our difficulties. We were and still are a relatively new couple and we had and still do have problems understanding each other at times. Him not being able to understand why I needed constant attention and why I was so very &lt;em&gt;manja (that's the trait of an only child you belo!)&lt;/em&gt; and me not understanding how he can be so calm over every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ansari are you listening to me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ansari you faham tak whatever I just said?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ansari you tahu tak what you are supposed to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ansari are you ok with things or are you mad at me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ansari betol you don't mind?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when he was mean to me and his words hurt, but not once did he ever raise his voice at me. Never ever. He just has this knack of talking so calmly that sometimes I simply couldn't stay mad at him for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month or so, some things took a turn for the worse and I finally told him every single thing. He listened. He took my hands. He talked to me and he helped me a great deal. He has just been so wonderful that I feel truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so many things together in March. Arnold's. Brokeback Mountain. Soccer. Underworld Evolution. Milkshakes on every outing. Daily breakfast. Shopping. Sentosa. Dinner after dinner. Walked from East Coast all the way to Katong Park. Met Yani. Hung out at the playground almost every other day. Walked in the rain. Walked barefooted. The wonderful, heartwarming conversations. Sat at Pasir Ris Beach for 6 hours straight till my ass hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there for me at the most down-dest &lt;em&gt;(???)&lt;/em&gt; period of my life. He stood by me. His care and concern. Most importantly, he loves me for who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still get butterflies in my stomach when I meet him on Saturdays after he's booked out and after I'm done with tuition at Along's place - even if it's just taking the train to go back home together. I still get excited each time he smses me. The insides of my stomach experience somersaults each time I hear his voice on the phone. I still get this warm, fluttery feeling each time he reaches out for my hands to hold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will still get shy each time he calls me his Beautiful Catwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of him makes me smile so widely. Even when I'm in public.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today marks our 9 months together.&lt;/strong&gt; Ansari is in camp. It does not matter that we haven't been celebrating much of our monthly anniversaries. It certainly does not matter that he is not able to wish me Happy 9 Monthsversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as I have him, that's all that matters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 1st month... 29th July 2005...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th August 2005, dinner after Escape Theme Park and he had that humongous chunk of hair on the head!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His 1st bookout after 2 weeks in Tekong, 23rd September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broke fast together, 15th October 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 1st raya together, 20th November 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Man in Green... Hurhur...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After he passed out as a recruit from Tekong! 8th December 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Birthday, 15th January 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lulu's birthday dinner on 17th February 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And US now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/delete8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/delete8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114363011330848612?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114363011330848612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114363011330848612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114363011330848612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114363011330848612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/tuition-has-been-postponed-to-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114354484879701625</id><published>2006-03-28T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:27:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad to say, Neeta and me couldn't get on with what we had planned for weeks. Yes. We had planned it for weeks. Months back I think. From last year but we didn't get around to doing it as it was kind of costly &lt;em&gt;(at least for me)&lt;/em&gt; and I was giving it some serious thought. To tell you the truth, I am a bit scared of the pain that I will have to go through, thus the constant delays from my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, earlier on in this month, we got a voucher. It entitled us to 75% discount on the service so, I decided to give it a go. Now, just when &lt;strong&gt;I am both mentally and physically prepared to go through it,&lt;/strong&gt; the lady told us that she would not entertain us unless an appointment has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baaaaaahhhh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck were we supposed to know that?! The voucher didn't state anything. Besides it was stated on the voucher that the place is &lt;strong&gt;opened from 10am to 11pm every single day&lt;/strong&gt; but when we went there, it was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wasted trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry Azura and Shaikhah. I can't describe to you the experience in today's post. Perhaps one of these days ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Neeta after school by the way. Seeing that I hadn't eaten anything and Neeta was famished too from her relief stint at MINDS, we decided to grab a bite. Ate at Plaza Singapura. Then she insisted that we walk around as she needed to get a new top for this Saturday's Dinner and Dance cum Bhangra Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way people, I have decided to wear purple for that night so please for the love of God, I would prefer it if none of you come dressed in the same colour as me. Thank you very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, what can you get from Plaza Singapura? I mean Neeta wanted to get a nice, classy top &lt;em&gt;(maklum lah her boyfriend nanti kan nak joget kat stage)&lt;/em&gt; but Plaza Singapura is absolutely the wrong place to get one. Should have gone either Bugis or Far East but of course like we all know, Neeta can be such a lazy ass when it comes to travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was what I wore to school today... With my long black skirt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/28thmarch06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/28thmarch06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no picture taken of me and Neeta because that woman was dressed in this red tee that said &lt;em&gt;"My Mom's Boyfriend Rocks"&lt;/em&gt; on the front and she was in her aunt's pants that was waaay too short for her. I mean Neeta is like 170cm and her aunt might be my height or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Neeta didn't get her top. In the end, I was the one who left Plaza Singapura with something in hand. I just decided to give myself a treat seeing the stress that I have been going through the past week or so. For once just now, I just felt that I deserved to get something for myself. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess what's inside??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/28thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/28thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the box is a dead giveaway right??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/28thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/28thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tadaaah!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/28thmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/28thmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it only cost me $19 instead of $52!! It's a steal!! A good buy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/28thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/28thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new, lovely purple pumps that I'll be wearing this Saturday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/28thmarch06%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/28thmarch06%20006.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. I finally got myself a pair of purple pumps. I actually tried out like 4 other pairs but 36 was too tight and 37 was too big. They didn't have a 36 1/2 but for this particular pair, 37 fitted me just nicely so I decided to buy it. The salesgirl who entertained me had on a similar pair but in brown. It was way nicer ok!! However, brown was out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. I am going to the other outlet at Bugis and Far East to see if they have the brown one and I'm so going to get Ansari to buy them for me. I mean... $19!! And one pair of shoes from him is not enough. I'm going to make him buy me a top from Fox. Oh yes I am. When he get's his pay on the 10th that is. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, Ayah was already home. Right now he is mopping the floor and here I am blogging away. Bad bad daughter. Ok ok. I will get on to folding the humongous pile of clothes on the sofa after I have taken my dinner. Wonder what Ayah just cooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't wait for Saturday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114354484879701625?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114354484879701625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114354484879701625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114354484879701625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114354484879701625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/sad-to-say-neeta-and-me-couldnt-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114330369240413731</id><published>2006-03-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:19:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a small dinner to celebrate Atok's and Along's birthday just now. Heh. Just a small family dinner. Not everyone was there though. Just the usual faces that you always see. If we were to invite every single one, &lt;em&gt;mampos kocek sesiapa yang bayar tu koyak. Teros berlobang sampai bile-bile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for everyone to arrive, the mothers went to this boutique at Jalan Pisang. They browsed through the racks. The poor kids got thirsty so we brought them into Hajjah Maimunah just across the road to buy them drinks. Shaky pics were not taken by me. Taken by the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazurah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna play?? Heh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah: "Ooohhh soya bean so sedap"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurul Qisti!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sister Azreen take me again lah pls..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah senyum tak lawa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabilah kenape dudok senget?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along with Nazurah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pinkos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atok with Nazurah love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang, my aunt and uncle wana meet u tau...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengok ape tuuu??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazurah took dis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet also&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cik Nor and Uncle Adam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alah kesian Firdaus penat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next 2 shots were taken by Nadiah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after everyone arrived &lt;em&gt;(my parents were the star karats cos janji kul 530pm tapi they came at 630pm!)&lt;/em&gt; we made our way to that Lebanese restaurant featured on TGIF months ago. We sat upstairs and of course each of our digicams were put to good use. Nice decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink pink couch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok Baladi's the name of the place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A view of the table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firdaus dah bangun! I love the purple stool(?)/chair(?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The kids sat on the brown and black couch at first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alaaah Firdaus never look at the camera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again! Again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Adam and the kids by the window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hehe Im gonna have MEAT"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the kids moved and sat on those lovely purple and pink cushions!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The view from upstairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My tea with mint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Beef Shamarama? Shawarama? Sharawa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bread and yummy salad (coming from someone who doesn't like veggie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mixed platter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dah kenyang, amik gambar lagik!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like Ayah's checkered purple shirt! Pandai Ayah pilih baju for the dinner...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ehhh macam janji gitu eh sume pakai pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was like: "No! Noo!! Havent touch-up!! No! Noo!! I look freaking short!!" See she tip-toed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye everyone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last shot in Uncle Adam's new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thmarch06%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thmarch06%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. I must say the food was not too bad. The servings were within reasonable proportions. Maybe I did not order the righ food. I did like the salad and the bread and what I had though. However, I still prefer &lt;strong&gt;Amirah's Grill&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats eating there. Every single food on the menu of Amirah's Grill is simpy yummylicious. Super duper delicious. Indescribable. I was a tad disappointed though when they decided to not eat at Amirah's grill. It's so much nicer there and the proportions are bigger. I always leave Amirah's Grill feeling bloated and satisfied. I left Baladi feeling still a bit hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.amirahsgrill.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met the family for dinner, I was out with Ansari. Went Beach Road, Sim Lim square to find his tape roller. In the end we didn't find it, so he had to buy something else and improvise it into a tape roller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ehhh u shld be better at this. JC kis dun think like u all Poly kids..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yah I noe. I need to make it roll..."&lt;br /&gt;"Insert a stick..."&lt;br /&gt;"I already have my own stick but it's too big and soft... Hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;"OIII!! Not THAT stick lah! I'm serious. A small, hard stick..."&lt;br /&gt;"Kk I noe... Hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;"But u need to make sure the stick doesn't fall off..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe. Nanti I ask my Dad for help..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I was a good girl just now as I followed him everywhere, I asked for a new pair of shoes. So upon entering Bugis Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An... See the banner? They use Mastercard lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak..."&lt;br /&gt;"U takde eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Takde ah. Cemane? NETS blh?"&lt;br /&gt;"OK nanti we ask..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alah takkan nak beli buah pun pakai Mastercard??"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh play along with me lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Heh..."&lt;br /&gt;"OK say it with me now... We are at Bugis!!"&lt;br /&gt;(silence from him)&lt;br /&gt;"B-U-G-I-S"&lt;br /&gt;(silence from him)&lt;br /&gt;"B-U-G-I-S"&lt;br /&gt;"B-U-REST! BREAST!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gaaaaawwwd"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hyper you know. I had no freaking idea why. Maybe because I finally got to meet Ansari at the very last minute. Only God knows how much I have missed him. As of right now, he has just read my previous blog entry. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az I nak beli computer game lah... I need new ones. Kat rumah boring..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh... U tak nak main dgn i??"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh??"&lt;br /&gt;"Seeeeee my t-shirt says Wanna Play??"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha... Play with u? Or ur breast?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Apape lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok since u say so..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi u cant play me at ur hse... Oh tak blh... Notti-notti..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An i nak the new Triumph T-shirt bra..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yang maner?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yang ni..." (showed him this humongous poster)&lt;br /&gt;"Blh... but will i get to see u in it? Hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Me??" (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;"Yes will u wear it for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"For u?" (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;"Yes for me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... Yes u will. Now get it for me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az ure so different today..."&lt;br /&gt;"Like how?"&lt;br /&gt;"So cheerful... so high..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Kenape?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! My Sayang took drugs eh??"&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah jgn lah bilang org..."&lt;br /&gt;"Drugs ape?"&lt;br /&gt;"I bought them from the drugstore... Shhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok wat drugs?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh i cant tell u. Nanti u bilang ur bro. Nanti ur bro serve ns, masok police, dia tangkap i. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."&lt;br /&gt;"Az..."&lt;br /&gt;"K lah. I took Panadol..."&lt;br /&gt;"And i took Panadol with Cough Syrup..."&lt;br /&gt;"I took Panadol Xtra..."&lt;br /&gt;"Waaahhh!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh tak tak. PANDAOL ACTIFAST!!" (i was practically shouting by then)&lt;br /&gt;"Kk. Shhhh. Ppl are looking..."&lt;br /&gt;"PANADOL ACTIFAST. IM ACTIVE AND IM FAST. OH YEAAAHHH!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Tak agak-agak..."&lt;br /&gt;"WOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get my shoes in the end as we ran out of time. He promised he will get me new ones sooooooooonnnnnnn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Noreen. I'll write an entry about you sooooooooooooooonnnn!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114330369240413731?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114330369240413731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114330369240413731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114330369240413731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114330369240413731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-had-small-dinner-to-celebrate-atoks.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114313348072372369</id><published>2006-03-24T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:54:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;You make me wana love&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna fall&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called him in the middle of the night I did. Well it wasn't exactly in the middle of the night. It was around 10:15 pm just now when I decided to pick up the house phone and gave Ansari a call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dialled those 8 digits that I remember oh so well. The timing couldn't have been better because I was all alone at home &lt;em&gt;(Udin sungguh tak baik sebab dia buat Kak Noreen dia yang sorang ni kempunan bile dia bilang yang nyayi masak sambal telor dengan lauk dhal dah tu suroh amik dari teck whye)&lt;/em&gt;. My parents went to my aunt's house at Pasir Ris &lt;em&gt;dan anak perempuan mereka yang satu ni sungguh malas untuk pergi dan eksyen cakap ade banyak keje skola padahal nak dudok rumah tengok teebee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I decided that I should just give him a nice surprise by calling him out of the blue. Afterall he did tell me that he will switch on his handphone during that time and I'm free to call him. Sometimes he has to do some cleaning up so he won't have time to sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck was on my side because his handphone was indeed switched on. I heard the dial tone. Sad to say, no matter how much Lady Luck was smiling at me, I think my hands suddenly developed a life of their own and they decided to put down the phone! Either that or my brain decided to go against me silently and sent signals to my hands to put the phone down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I so do not know why I did that. Wait. Actually I do know why I did that. Of course I knew the reason why. No one knows me better than myself. Since there's a private joke that goes on between me and Acap, let me tell you that sometimes when I feel like it, I turn into Doctor Siti Jenab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Doctor Siti Jenab self-declares herself as having the Nervous Disease. &lt;em&gt;Eh bukan disease of the nervous system tau. Tu dah lain tu. Tangan dan kaki aku tak menggeletar.&lt;/em&gt; Just the Nervous Disease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You read that right. &lt;strong&gt;I put down the phone because I got nervous at the thought of talking Ansari on the phone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God help me! Who in the world gets nervous about talking to her own boyfriend on the damn phone??!! Who in this screwed up world gets cold feet when calling her boyfriend??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girlpren maner yang malu nak berbual dengan boypren dia kat talipon??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which fucking NS guy wouldn't be glad to hear his girlfriend's voice over the phone???!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing was... I waited for a whole ten minutes before I had actually mustered up enough courage to &lt;strong&gt;croak a little "Hello"&lt;/strong&gt; to Ansari and when I redialled his number, his handphone was off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lights out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there and then I felt like banging my head on the wall &lt;em&gt;tapi biase lah si pengecut ni tak berani sebab dia takot muka dia yang lawa ni pecah. Kalau tak pecah pun nanti lebam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So &lt;em&gt;Sayang&lt;/em&gt;... I'm guilty of giving you 1 Missed Call on Thursday night. Go through your list of Missed Calls. March 23rd 2006, around 10:15pm. A private number. That was &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; ok &lt;em&gt;Sayang&lt;/em&gt;?? &lt;em&gt;Bukan&lt;/em&gt; some secret admirer &lt;em&gt;tau&lt;/em&gt;. It was &lt;em&gt;YOUR Sayang yang sorang ni yang teramat manje dan pengecut sekali&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all want to know how upset I was after the entire thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually went to the kitchen, scooped myself a plate of rice and ate the rice with &lt;em&gt;sambal kupang&lt;/em&gt;. After I gobbled all that up, I still felt sore so I went into the kitchen again, scooped myself another plate of rice and ate it with &lt;em&gt;ikan pari masak sambal kicap&lt;/em&gt;. Still I didnt feel better, so I sinked my teeth into 2 pieces of chicken wings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! Azreen usually don't eat after 9pm ok!! Azreen don't consume more than one plate of rice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I still felt upset with myself that I started rambling nonsense to Azura online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: dis wound dun seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;Me: dis pain is juz too real&lt;br /&gt;Me: there's juz too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stab* *stab*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stabs my own heart*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *crumbles to floor*&lt;br /&gt;Me: mampos&lt;br /&gt;Me: the end&lt;br /&gt;Me: dere goes my life&lt;br /&gt;Me: ure chatting to her soul&lt;br /&gt;Me: but dun worry&lt;br /&gt;Me: catwoman will be reborn as &lt;br /&gt;Me: ELEKTRA!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: but first she must get her hair straightened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I started singing &lt;em&gt;Firehouse's "I Live My Life For You"&lt;/em&gt;. I sang it to Azura and Shaikhah. So I told Azura to sing louder seeing that she's in Chua Chu Kang which is much nearer to Ansari's camp. Then I told Azura to sing louder as Ansari was still fast asleep and didn't hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, I sang &lt;em&gt;Firehouse's "Love Of A Lifetime".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang, I love you so so much. I know that sometimes I am not exactly the easiest person to be with. I get moody. I get upset. I merajuk. I did God knows what and never once did you flare up at me. Instead you were always there. So patient. You were my listening ear. You tried to help me in as many ways as you could. Especially so for the past few weeks when I felt as if I had to bear the weight of every single problem on my tiny shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, I miss you like crazy lah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*starts singing Miss You Like Crazy by The Moffatts*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even more than words can say&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Every minute and everyday&lt;br /&gt;Boy I'm so down&lt;br /&gt;When your love's not around&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Miss you&lt;br /&gt;Miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you many-many that if I can be a witch right now, I will make myself appear right in front of you right now and hug you tight-tight. I will let you hug me to sleep. Until you have the sweetest dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. If I can steal the blanket that Harry Potter's Dad left him I so will do that. Only then will I be invisible and then I will be able to enter Pasir Laba camp undetected, climb up to your bunk and snuggle up beside you on that tiny single bed of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do anything just to feel your touch next to me right now. I will do anything just to have you next to me right now. I will do anything to show you how much I care and miss you. And how much I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will so join you at Pasir Laba Camp if it means I get to see you every single day. Screw the tough training. I will be so willing to enlist myself but I don't think I'm fit enough to join SISPEC. You selalu cakap I lemau kan??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Sayang, the marksman said I'm a poor shooter. Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I keep missing you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can turn back the hands of time right now to 10:15pm on Thursday, 23rd March 2006, I will do so. Dear Clock. Please turn back time. Please ask your hands to turn back to 10:15pm. Please. If you do that, I promise I will buy you Duracell batteries. No more Eveready batteries. Please Clock??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I'm still upset &lt;em&gt;(which is an understatement)&lt;/em&gt; so I'm going to eat the fishburger with coleslaw and cheese now. &lt;em&gt;Lama kelamaan gedempol lah kau Azreen. Dah tak selim-melim. Nanti jadi macam Erlin Montel. Selamat lah kau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't ask me what came over me when I typed that entire last bit dedicated to Ansari. Meanwhile please be nice to me when you see me online because I am so so so touchy and sensitive nowadays that I just end up snapping at people &lt;em&gt;(macam itu buaya!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garang seh minah yang satu ni. Fierce sia!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114313348072372369?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114313348072372369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114313348072372369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114313348072372369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114313348072372369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-make-me-wanna-call-you-in-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114288225868074316</id><published>2006-03-21T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:38:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watch videos of The Pussycat Dolls everyday. Yes. &lt;strong&gt;Every single day, without fail, I will switch on my laptop and watch their videos.&lt;/strong&gt; Been doing this for a long long time now. Ever since their first release, &lt;em&gt;"Don Cha".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they made a guest appearance on the TV Show, &lt;em&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOT STUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;PANAS MEMBARA!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lady myself and I get turned on by just watching their videos. Actually their videos do make me horny &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; but tonight I'm not horny unlike Shaikhah who told me on MSN just now that she was feeling horny. Then again, I'm horny most of the time so it doesn't exactly make a difference right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That was some unnecessary information for all of you. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly that a few weeks back, Ansari was in camp when he smsed me to tell me that he was flipping through &lt;em&gt;FHM (or was it Maxim?).&lt;/em&gt; Well it was one of those Playboy magazines &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; I certainly do not mind him reading those magazines. As long as it doesn't turn into an unhealthy addiction like how some guys are just addicted to pornography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I do think he needs his healthy dosage of women because being stuck with men in camp can get depressing. No. &lt;strong&gt;Very depressing.&lt;/strong&gt; Some might even get &lt;strong&gt;lonely&lt;/strong&gt;, right Kassim?? &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was saying about Ansari reading playboy magazines. Actually I do encourage him to flip through them. As long as he remains normal. As long as he doesn't turn gay &lt;em&gt;(then it will go down in my life history that I went out with a guy who turned gay!)&lt;/em&gt;. If Ansari turns gay &lt;em&gt;(God forbid)&lt;/em&gt;, won't that just show that I do not have enough womanly charms??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I actually wanted to say that I met him when he booked out during that exact same week and I actually asked him what he thought of The Pussycat Dolls since they were featured in the magazine that he was looking through. To my relief, he found them hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! My boyfriend is still straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I told him that I find Nicole pretty. Nicole being the lead singer of the The Pussycat Dolls. Yes. The one with the &lt;strong&gt;very nice, &lt;em&gt;beeeeeg&lt;/em&gt;, long hair.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;doesn't her hair get in the way when she's making out with a guy?)&lt;/em&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;hottest&lt;/strong&gt; of the dolls i dare say. Then you know what he said??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nicole reminds me of you..." (huge smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that, of course I was flattered &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Who wouldn't be? Heck. I will trade places with her if I'm given the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I started to wonder if Ansari was blind because Nicole is just &lt;strong&gt;so hot, pretty, gorgeous, nice body, her dance moves can seduce men all over the world and she is just damn hot &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or he was indirectly hinting to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az, your thighs are just so humongous so can you puhleeese do something about them? Make them look like Nicole's?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually being with Ansari has made me feel more confident of my body. I know I might complain of feeling fat and bloated at times but that's just the way I felt at that point of time. Deep inside me, I do know I'm not like huge or something. He seriously has even given me enough confidence to wear a bikini while I'm at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, I'm munching on nuts. I've been munching on these nuts ever since I got back from Shaikhah's this evening. Of course I did stop myself for a while and asked Shaikhah over MSN whether nuts are fattening because I remember reading in The Sunday Times that nuts have high fat contents. So after some assurance from Shaikhah that nuts have &lt;em&gt;"good fats",&lt;/em&gt; I continued snacking on them since 11pm just now. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is &lt;strong&gt;nuts are able to help you lose weight!&lt;/strong&gt; So go on. Snack on nuts and turn nutty like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's a reason why I decided to blog about The Pussycat Dolls tonight. However, I am not going to divulge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am going to say is I have decided to engage in a &lt;em&gt;"new activity".&lt;/em&gt; I do hope this &lt;em&gt;"new activity"&lt;/em&gt; will show it's results in let's say a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we shall see how things are in a month's time right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114288225868074316?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114288225868074316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114288225868074316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114288225868074316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114288225868074316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-watch-videos-of-pussycat-dolls.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114270066705216065</id><published>2006-03-19T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:51:07.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoyed myself thoroughly at the wedding actually. Surprised myself that i managed to pay attention throughout the 2 hour long solemnisation ceremony, after which then everyone was allowed to eat. Nearly felt like dancing when i heard the beats of the tablas. Heh. &lt;em&gt;Tapi tak boleh la. Dah pakai kasut tinggi and dress panjang. Sungguh tak senonoh la kalau joget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pics taken during the wedding...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i changed from my blue baju into my jeans n red baleno top and asked Daddy to send me all the way to Boon Lay MRT from the temple at Serangoon cos i was already late. Went to Beach Rd, bought his watever torchlight and battery operated mosquito repellant, bought sugar cane juice, didnt know where to go so we ended up at Pasir Ris Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az... u pilih. Nak turn left or right?"&lt;br /&gt;"We have explored right kan? So let's go left..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... so we shall make a left turn at the bridge..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we lied down on the breakwaters and took crappy pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ulat daun that fell near us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feet!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/18thmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/18thmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im beat. Very very tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114270066705216065?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114270066705216065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114270066705216065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114270066705216065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114270066705216065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-enjoyed-myself-thoroughly-at-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114253970324310044</id><published>2006-03-17T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T04:27:19.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"My parents are holding hands while watching tv. Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. Jealous giler. I wana hold ur hand too. Wekk."&lt;/em&gt; - that was my sms to him slightly after 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alaaah. U nak hold my hands pun tak blh. Kan dis wk we cant meet..." &lt;/em&gt;- his reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An... I call u k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak blh. I need to kemas my things and tido..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah... OK fine. Go kemas. Kemas all u want. Let me cry all by myself..."&lt;br /&gt;"Merajuk la tu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Merajuk. I miss u and it sux that dis wk we cant meet. Nvm. I'll do the crying myself..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok lah call. We can talk till 1030..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sepantas kilat&lt;/em&gt; (or is it &lt;em&gt;secepat kilat&lt;/em&gt;?), i abandoned my laptop, leapt forward from my bed onto the floor and reached for the house phone in my room and hit the redial button. If you are wondering why his number was on redial mode, i will explain towards the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello..."&lt;br /&gt;"An!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha... Hello... U kat maner?"&lt;br /&gt;"In my room lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ur mom dlm bilik dgn u?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak lah... Kat luar tgh tgk tv dengan Ayah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abih u tak tgk tv wif them?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Jealous eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh mesti lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Tadi skola?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dah baik belom? Masih ade fever?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sikit je la..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dis wk u mkn tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ade... tapi tak bnyk lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaah jgn lah gitu... Nanti kurus lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;"Bluek..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh ape bluek?"&lt;br /&gt;"An... i've been calling u all day..."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tadi lepas balik skola, i kept calling u on ur hp... Altho i knew it wld be off, i kept calling anyway..."&lt;br /&gt;"Sori... i baru je on my hp..."&lt;br /&gt;"I noe... U only on ur hp around dis time but i cldnt help myself..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..."&lt;br /&gt;"I miss u tau..."&lt;br /&gt;"And u nangis lagi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Yesss dari semlm i nangis..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah jgn lah nangis..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i heard some shoutings in the background and then i heard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shut up lah..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some shoutings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not talking to my mother lah!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Gaaawd. Kaklar gilerrr.&lt;/em&gt; His bunkmates were teasing him. They thought he was on the phone with his mom. Gosh. Simply because he was talking on the phone, with his head under the blanket. &lt;em&gt;Issshhh.&lt;/em&gt; According to him, it was noisy so if he didnt put his head under the blanket, he wouldnt be able to have a decent conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An... gambar ape u letak kat ur cupboard?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gambar the 2 of us kat beach..."&lt;br /&gt;"Sempat eh u tukar. Semlm gambar i kat stadium... Kenape tak letak the pimp picture?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Letak lah then ur bunkmates can see... Dah tu they can sibuk2 berkenalan..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Most of them are attached..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh... okie..."&lt;br /&gt;"Az... my peanut biscuits dah bis..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh cepatnyeee..."&lt;br /&gt;"Sebab once someone sees, yg lain pun sibuk2... semlm dah bis..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... takpe. Blh beli lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;"Someone brought in a big box of Hello Panda biscuits..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oooohhh bessst!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ade flavour baru..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh??"&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss. My fren ckp dia beli kat Watson's..."&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau Watson's ade then mesti kat Mustafa pun ade..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya... i nak beli those brown pants..."&lt;br /&gt;"Brown pants???"&lt;br /&gt;"Yg that time i saw dgn u... those corduroy ones..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh... alaaah u asyik beli brown je..."&lt;br /&gt;"Lawa pe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Brown colour taik..."&lt;br /&gt;"Lawa laaah..."&lt;br /&gt;"K laaah. Ur money pe. U can buy watever u want..."&lt;br /&gt;"Watever i want?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss. Ur money. U spend it..."&lt;br /&gt;"I can buy watever i want?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yesssss..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok then... kalau i nak beli u blh?"&lt;br /&gt;(me blushing)&lt;br /&gt;"Az... blh tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Blh!! Tapi mahal tau..."&lt;br /&gt;"Mahal? Brape? Satu dollar?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oiii!!"&lt;br /&gt;"OK... Ten dollars..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh maner blh!! I nak 5 zeroes next to the 1..." &lt;br /&gt;"Lima zeroes??!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/em&gt; (confidently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maner blh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Blh la... U start saving..."&lt;br /&gt;"I tak mampu lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eleeeh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok blh tapi kene letak dot next to the 1st zero..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooo!! Comma blh. Dot tak blh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Blh... Letak dot k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh tak nak lah. Dah bagos tu i tak mintak $15, 000..."&lt;br /&gt;"Az... 5 zeroes is $100, 000..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ooopppsss!! I meant $10, 000. Heh. Ok 4 zeroes..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha... Tak semakin tua, harga pasaran semakin turun..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo. Merepek. Semakin naik..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not make it $8, 000 and the other $2, 000 kita buat gi..."&lt;br /&gt;"Honeymoon!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh pandai..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Mesti lah. Eh tak nak. $10, 000 k?"&lt;br /&gt;"K lah. $10, 000"&lt;br /&gt;"An... Abg tanye bile u gi Taiwan..."&lt;br /&gt;"April... End of April, early May..."&lt;br /&gt;"That's like so near..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss... Dis Sat i kene buy things to bring to Taiwan..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nak ikut!!"&lt;br /&gt;"U kate dis wk tak blh meet? Kan u ade wedding on Sat..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah the wedding ends at 12..."&lt;br /&gt;"12 mlm kann?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooo!! 12 noon laaah. It's an Indian wedding..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh i ingat it ends at 12 midnite..."&lt;br /&gt;"No laaah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abg ckp u gi Taiwan, kene bawak bnyk duit tau..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Firas pun ckp..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss. Ade bnyk barang to buy. Abg sneaked out tau from his hotel mlm2 to shop..."&lt;br /&gt;"Berani eh dia..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alah u mcm tak tahu Abg je..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok so u nak ape from Taiwan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... i nak many-many things..."&lt;br /&gt;"Many-many?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes many-many skali..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok many-many ape?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jacket, sneakers, new school bag..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh i memang nak belikan u jacket so u can pakai in class... jadi tak sejuk..."&lt;br /&gt;"K then u belikan lah i school bag baru dgn sneakers..."&lt;br /&gt;"Lagi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lagi ape eh??"&lt;br /&gt;"U make a list then give me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Ingat tau i nak many-many things..."&lt;br /&gt;"Coli tak nak??"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh ke situ pulak dia..."&lt;br /&gt;"I belikan u in bright colours..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eeeee!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yg bnyk patterns..."&lt;br /&gt;"EEEEE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Lawa pe..."&lt;br /&gt;"NO!! Eleh do u even noe my size?"&lt;br /&gt;"I tahu laaah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh pls..."&lt;br /&gt;"U pernah bilang i pe... Tapi actuali kan i dah forget..."&lt;br /&gt;"See. U tak ingat. Cemane nak belikan i?"&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah nanti i tgk, i tahu lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh tak payah la..."&lt;br /&gt;"Betol tak nak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak laaah. Anywaaaayyyysss... i bought a white bikini..."&lt;br /&gt;"U whaaat??!"&lt;br /&gt;"I bought a white bikini... Heh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Bile? Az... kan u ckp u nak save. Kenape u spend?" &lt;/em&gt;(like he has started saving already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alaaah i cldnt help it. It was juz sooo nice..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yelah tapi kan ure not supposed to spend..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah. It was so lawa lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Brape u beli bikini tu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... that u dun hv to noe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Az..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah i reali HAD to get it..."&lt;br /&gt;"So... hv u tried it on?" &lt;/em&gt;(his voice went dangerously low and i love it each time he does that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hehe. Daaaah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Mesti lawa kannn?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss"&lt;/em&gt; (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So when will i get to see u in it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh... tunggu lah lama-lama?"&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak... Lama-lama?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yesss"&lt;br /&gt;"K u amik gambar... then i can letak ur pic kat bunk..."&lt;br /&gt;"Gambar i in bikini??!! Tak nak lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Blh la..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo... Nanti semua org tgk!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh takpe la. Biar semua tgk gf i... Bukak cupboard je: Waaahhh!! An... ur gf ah??"&lt;br /&gt;"Malu lah... Tak nak... So tak senonoh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eleh..."&lt;br /&gt;"An... u cant speak Mandarin. Cemane nak survive kat Taiwan? Nanti mcm Firas..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha... I tahu k..."&lt;br /&gt;"U tahu ape? Cume ckp Wo Bu Zhi Dao"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh tahu lah tu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eleh... Nanti u nak converse dgn army dorang cemane? Hand signals pun tak gune..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe. I take Mandarin classes..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yelaaah tu. Bileee?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Toonie ade pe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Toonie kan bz... She wun layan u..."&lt;br /&gt;"Toonie baik. Dia slalu layan i..."&lt;br /&gt;"I bilang Toonie jgn layan u..."&lt;br /&gt;"Taaak. Toonie slalu dgr ckp i..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh taaak. Now she listens to ME..."&lt;br /&gt;"Jahat..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eleh... ur gf ni faham Mandarin u tak nak suruh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dari dulu u ckp nak ajar i tapi tak ajar pun..."&lt;br /&gt;"K lah... I ajar u k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... ok..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi i kene charge u..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh... free tak blh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maner blh! Ade additional costs..."&lt;br /&gt;"Additional costs ape?" &lt;/em&gt;(his voice went dangerously low again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Haha... ade lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Reali?? Tell me..." &lt;/em&gt;(that low voice again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wat?? Tell me..."&lt;br /&gt;"K lah. I wun charge u any fees but i want smth in return..."&lt;br /&gt;"So wat is that u want?" &lt;/em&gt;(that low voice again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I naaak..."&lt;br /&gt;"U nak ape? Bilang i..."&lt;br /&gt;"I waaannnt..."&lt;br /&gt;"Bilaaang..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh tak nak lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Asal? Over the fone tak best eh??"&lt;br /&gt;"A'ah... Kene bilang in person... Nak see ur reaction..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh gitu eh... K nanti u whisper in my ears k ape u nak?" &lt;/em&gt;(his voice turned whispery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh no. I nak shout it out loud so that ppl will hear me and u cant back out..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh jgn lah... Malu i..."&lt;br /&gt;"Muahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh jgn lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh suke hati i lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abih kalau u teach me the wrong things... den u get wat u want and i dun get to learn Mandarin..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that was a snippet of our conversation. Not everything though. It lasted for a good 30 minutes though. I told him to put down the phone despite it not being lights out yet cos i wanted him to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how earlier during the day or rather since last night i was crying my eyes out after receiving the news from a friend. Don't worry. Nobody died. Just that when i heard the story, it suddenly hit me. Hit me real hard. Like multiple stabbings to my heart. Ok i haven't had my heart stabbed but still without having to experience it, one will naturally know how painful it is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing the story from her, instantaneously i cried. Just like that. I cried myself to sleep. I had to practically drag myself to school just now in spite of the fever and swollen eyes. Then somehow i got paranoid and the moment i reached home from school, i called Ansari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains why his number was on the redial mode. I just kept calling and calling despite knowing that his handphone will not be on. I kept redialling despite knowing that all i get would be his voicemail. I just kept redialling despite knowing it was futile. That i wasnt able to get through him not until at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I was like a mad woman. For once i seriously though i had lost it. That something in my brain snapped and that i had gone insane. I was certainly scared of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i just felt like crying. I came online and prompted Abang. The night before, our chat was cut short halfway as he had to go. He promised he would chat with me again the night after. So i prompted him. I told him i was on the brink of tears but i didnt tell him why. I just wanted him to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was being such a &lt;strong&gt;schmuck&lt;/strong&gt; by giving me one word replies. I &lt;strong&gt;farking hate&lt;/strong&gt; people who give one word answers. It's just so unfair you know. When &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; needed cheering up, i was always there. No matter how busy i was, no matter how exhausted i was, no matter how dump in the dumps i felt, i never ever not &lt;em&gt;layan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told Abg that i wanted to cry, he told me he was heartbroken. When i asked why, he said he was just kidding. &lt;em&gt;Eh sungguh tak kelakar ok!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Kassim came online and i simply had to prompt him about his display picture. Goodness. If only all of you can see it. It was a picture of him, bare-bodied, with a white flower tucked by his ear!! &lt;em&gt;So kaklar nak mampos lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kassim, u went Bali nvr ajak me. Sampai hati. Kan i blh selit dalam your luggage. I kan cute and slim. Hurhurhur. By the way, your mom rocks laaah!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then while i wanted to find out more about his trip to Bali, i was on the phone with Ansari so i couldnt find out much. Kassim had to go off anyway because he was going back to camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassim prefers going back to camp late at night while Abg prefers to do it early in the morning. Apparently he likes the morning rush while Kassim doesnt. So different &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; the 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my. Look at the time. I cant seem to get to sleep. Simply because im anxious about my presentation later on. Gawd. I so hate solo presentations &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. So &lt;em&gt;tak&lt;/em&gt; best &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. So stressful &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I just hope my tutor or the class will not ask me tough questions. To tell you the truth, i didnt finish reading &lt;em&gt;Lost Paradise by Junichi Watanabe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. The book is super damn thick &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I skipped some parts of the book. Eh i still have other assignments to do other than the presentation ok! So please go easy on me. I hate having to stand in front of a class and have questions directed at me. This is why i so am not cut-out to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i so do not know what to wear to the wedding on Saturday &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. What do you wear to an Indian wedding?? I do not even have a Punjabi suit. Sheesh. And it's being held at the temple so no indecent clothes. Gaaawwwd. My mom has already decided on what to wear and here i am fretting over what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also i cant sleep because the conversation between me and Ansari keeps replaying in my head. Heh. Excuse me people. It's really very the different &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; having a bf in the army. Not like Police and CD where they get more time off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok u better tido already..."&lt;br /&gt;"Blom lights off..."&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe... better put down the fone now before i find it hard to say goodbye..."&lt;/em&gt; (seriously i cant bear the thought of being in a deep conversation and mid-way thru it, his sergeant ask them to put down the fone abruptly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abih u?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have sch stuff to do... Wun be sleeping early..."&lt;br /&gt;"Jgn tido lambat sangat tau... Nanti my sayang sakit lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tak laaah..." &lt;/em&gt;(blushing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nanti demam lagi, abih tak mkn, dah tu sakit perut..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh tak laaah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Adeee... that time yg u hantar i balik gi camp dah tu u sakit perut and i was so worried sebab u balik sorang..."&lt;br /&gt;"Alaaah sakit sikit je..."&lt;br /&gt;"Still... sakit jugak... And jgn nangis lagi k?"&lt;br /&gt;"K lah. Gi tido lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok..."&lt;br /&gt;"Have sweet dreams of me k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet dreams?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..."&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet dreams cemane yg u nak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh suke hati u lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... kalau wet dreams blh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhhh!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Blh tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Apape lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi ade 1 bantal je... tak cukup..."&lt;br /&gt;"Asal pulak tak cukup?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sebab tak blh peluk, tak soft enuf..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... okkkaaaayyy..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tak blh ramas-ramas..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhhh... daaah... DAH!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;"Gi tido k?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sayang..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nitey nite..."&lt;br /&gt;"K. Love u!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if any of you are disgusted by what you just read. My blog. My business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a very very naughty bf...&lt;br /&gt;I LOIKE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114253970324310044?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114253970324310044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114253970324310044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114253970324310044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114253970324310044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-parents-are-holding-hands-while.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114232433753370454</id><published>2006-03-15T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:48:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got home from school and i headed straight for my bed. Actually i thought i could read this novel that i'm supposed to do a presentation on this Friday but of course when u put me on my very comfy bed with my &lt;em&gt;bantal busuk&lt;/em&gt;, the elmo and the army bear, i'll just head to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i was really tired just now. Normally i'm not the type to take naps but yeah... I fell asleep just like that. Ayah didnt even wake me up for Maghrib u noe. He went to pick my mom up around 8pm and when i woke up, both of them were already home, discussing about our Dettol Soap that doesnt have the same fresh feeling as the previous one that we used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they blamed it on... Well they claimed cos we bought the soap from Malaysia, that's why it kinda suck. Ok im sori if there are any Malaysian readers out there but i mean no harm. It was just a statement my parents made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up, &lt;em&gt;Akustik&lt;/em&gt; was showing on Suria and it was the part where Yasin invited Norfa to sing. So i sat in front of the tv &lt;em&gt;(probably still smelling of my bantal busuk)&lt;/em&gt; and was mesmerized by the guy who rapped in that song. Hahaha. He wasnt good-looking but because he was able to rap so effortlessly, i found it kinda hot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ate my dinner. A late dinner ok considering it was 9pm. Bleeeaaahhh. &lt;em&gt;Dah la mkn nasi dah tu mlm lepas CSI, i mkn nasi lagi!! Dah tu bikin milo, tengok tv and makan biskot dengan milo. Cemane tak gemok??!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. Fiiiinnnnneeee. &lt;strong&gt;IM NOT FAT&lt;/strong&gt; but it's unhealthy &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt; to eat at night. Im sori but i think some of Ansari's craziness about health and fitness is rubbing onto me. Not to say that i'm fit to begin with &lt;em&gt;(and Ansari isnt exactly fit either cos i still think he is so kuduuut)&lt;/em&gt; but he's always talking about health and fitness and even teaching me the better way to jog &lt;em&gt;(which i'll get back to once i'm not so busy with school).&lt;/em&gt; Heck. He even tells me i shld eat 6 small meals a day so that my body will be made to work and burn the fats faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK suddenly i just lost track of what i had wanted to type. Sheeesh. Digressing isnt good. That's how i always go out of point in my essays. &lt;em&gt;Macam mak nenek lah aku ni. Eh salah. Macam MAKCIK Siti Jenab.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, i was watching Suria at 11pm just now. This old show called &lt;em&gt;ID - Penyambung Idea Baru.&lt;/em&gt; Sooo the show must be like 3-4 years old now i think. So now i seriously feel &lt;em&gt;belo&lt;/em&gt; because i didnt noe that Pulau Ubin is soooooo nice now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*opens eyes beeeg beeeg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i wana get my ass to Pulau Ubin and reside in their resort. And the best part was... the guy said that their swimming pools were built &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/strong&gt; having to chop down any of the trees!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! Hey!! Hey!! That's a great way to conserve trees and wildlife and their natural habitats and to save the earth!! Mrs Goon will be sooo happy mann. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Even the Ubin Adventure Park seems so appealing. Im not an adventurous person to start with. Yes. Yes. I prefer to stick to my comfort zone as observed by a certain &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; but im slowly getting myself out of it kan &lt;em&gt;Sayang&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I seriously wana get my ass down to Pulau Ubin and try some of the adventure stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wana blade...&lt;br /&gt;I wana learn how to cycle...&lt;br /&gt;I wana try skiing...&lt;br /&gt;I wana get on the G-Max...&lt;br /&gt;I wana have a BBQ...&lt;br /&gt;I wana eat chili crabs...&lt;br /&gt;I wana.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelaaah tu Az... Bile?? Bileeeee??!! Sape nak layan all ur nonsense??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and... I'm so &lt;em&gt;jakun&lt;/em&gt; that ive &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; been to Arab Street tau. So i definitely do not noe all these sheesha thingy and all these Arab stuff. The closest i ever got to was to eat at Amirah's Grill cos i simply &lt;em&gt;lurrrrrrvvvveee&lt;/em&gt; the food there. But then again Amirah's Grill is at Pahang Street which isnt at the core of all those activities that people get up to when they visit Arab Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. See how &lt;em&gt;jakun&lt;/em&gt; i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt just got back from Dubai by the way. I was supposed to have followed her. She said i only needed to pay for the plane tix and the rest of my expenses there will be on &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;. So tempting but of course i had to turn her down. Because i have... &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrrrggggghhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;*tears my hair out*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didnt want to bring her husband along and seeing what a good shopping partner i am, of course she asked me but sad to say... Bleah. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CSI is so &lt;em&gt;tak fun lah&lt;/em&gt;. Personally i prefer CSI Miami cos there's Horatio. Dun u all think Horatio is just so cool?? With his sunglasses. The way he talks. The way he looks at criminals in the eye?? The way he promise his victims that he will get justice done for them... So manly &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; He isnt good-looking but his serious-ness is such a turn-on mann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the latest season of CSI is so... I dun like the humour injected into it. &lt;em&gt;Tak best.&lt;/em&gt; It so doesnt go with the image of the show. Make it dark humour &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(suddenly i realized that if im still attached to Faizal right now and i end up marrying him, he'll be doing this kind of job which is interesting sia!! will he be like Horatio?? HAHAHAHA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acap starts working later today. Wave! Wave! Wave! He finally got himself a job. The pay isnt too bad either seeing that he only works from Wednesdays to Saturdays each week. So he still has his Sundays free. When he gets his first paycheck, i'm going to be so tak tahu malu and get him to treat me and Abg Erza. Wahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have rambled too much. Ok pictures from Monday. Met Neeta after school. That woman waited for me outside my school mann. Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yours Truly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/13thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/13thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Neeta asked me when she saw me was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Az... Why is it that u manage to look so nice all the time??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. A woman in love always looks radiant. She has this certain glow about her. Hahaha. But then again Neeta's also in love so... Or maybe it's cos of the many make-out sessions with Ansari??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd im so &lt;em&gt;merepek&lt;/em&gt;. Of course i told Neeta that i look like that everyday waaat. Besides i wasnt exactly dressed up. I wore jeans, a spaghetti top which i covered up with a capelet and slippers. Maybe it was my nice glittery purple hairband??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we proceeded to Bugis. Before that, i satisfied my craving for Carrot Cake and Kaya Toast. Wahuahua. I only eat a lot when i go out so once in a while it's ok to stuff myself &lt;em&gt;la kan??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Kaya Toast...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/13thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/13thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeta's Kaya Toast actually flew and fell to the floor ok. &lt;em&gt;Sungguh memalukan.&lt;/em&gt; U see, when the auntie gave Neeta her plate containing her toasts, Neeta took it and turn around quickly and the toasts being light, fell to the floor. So she was left with 2 pieces of toast instead of the usual 4. And she actually bothered to pick the fallen toasts and gave it to the auntie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaawwwwd. If i were her, i wld have been too embarrassed and quickly walked away. And thanks to Neeta also, when i ordered my toast, the auntie noeing that Neeta and me came together, she asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How many toast u want?? 10 ah??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maaakkk oiiii!! Rabak ah. &lt;/em&gt;I noe &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; i probably looked hungry but &lt;em&gt;takkan nak makan sampai 10 kaya toast skali?? Buruk.&lt;/em&gt; But actually i &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; capable of finishing 10 kaya toasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when my toast was ready and the uncle called out to me and i went to take it, he smiled and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jaga ah. Bawak pelan-pelan. Nanti loti jatoh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaawwwwwdddd. All cos of Neeta &lt;em&gt;la ni. Isssshhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked and talked. For about 1hr 30mins we sat and talked and got excited about stuff. Hahaha. After that we went to Bugis Village. After i got what i wanted, we decided to sit at Burger King for a while cos Neeta still wanted to talk about stuff. I had to practically stop myself from ordering another BK meal ok. Yes yes. Told u i tend to eat a lot when i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Chicken Cheesesticks and Regular Barley...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/13thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/13thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wana noe what i bought from Bugis Village??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ROXY White Bikini...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/13thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/13thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bikini cost me 50bux ok!! But actually quite cheap already for a ROXY brand. And the moment i tried it on, i knew i had to buy it cos it felt so comfortable and it looked soooo nice on me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes can i help u?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm yeah. I wana get a bikini..."&lt;br /&gt;"Any preferences?"&lt;br /&gt;"White please..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... i have a few white ones... Are u looking for a plain one or with designs on them?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... let me see them..."&lt;br /&gt;"By the way... is White the fave colour of the moment cos i've got so many customers coming in asking for white bikinis..."&lt;br /&gt;(in my head: bcos my bf find white bikinis a turn-on)&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm i duno. Maybe cos the colour is nice?? Heh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok let me show u some of the white bikinis that i have..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i bought earrings from another shop. This time i didnt go for those big, dangling earrings cos... ummm... cos they get in the way...?? Heh. Get in the way of wat?? Up to u to decipher la k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 for 5bux...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/13thmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/13thmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. The bikini, the earrings, the food and i placed an order for something so now half of my allowance is gone!! Bluuuueeeekkk. And there's still &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; thing that i'm supposed to do with Neeta in April. Gosh. More money. Im so &lt;em&gt;buruk la.&lt;/em&gt; If Ansari finds out, he will definitely give me money which i will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; accept cos it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; nice and i seriously need to learn how to manage my finances &lt;strong&gt;BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bruise on my knee...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/13thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/13thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wana noe how i got the bruise?? I didnt realize it till Sunday morning actually. When i woke up, i felt a bit of pain each time i moved my left leg so i realized it was the bruise that was causing the pain. So i suspect i knocked it on Saturday night while Ansari and me were... at... ummm... the playground. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I have plugged in my earphones into my laptop. Cant blast the songs away seeing that it's so late already. Sooo now im going to finish reading &lt;em&gt;Lost Paradise by JUNICHI WATANABE&lt;/em&gt; and do a presentation about it on Friday. U shld see how thick this damn book is... Luckily i do not have school later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junichi Watanabe...&lt;br /&gt;Nabeii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooopppsss!! Sori for that last bit. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114232433753370454?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114232433753370454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114232433753370454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114232433753370454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114232433753370454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-home-from-school-and-i-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114214486238022954</id><published>2006-03-12T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:46:30.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started my Saturday by going to Jurong Point with Shaikhah. Well it was a last minute thingy cos i actually logged on to MSN in the wee hrs of Saturday morning just to discover that Shaikhah was still online. And so the conversation led to me agreeing to lend her my very lawa white blazer with purple trimmings &lt;em&gt;(heh!)&lt;/em&gt;. Thus we agreed to hang around at Jurong Point while i waited for Ansari to bookout after which she could go meet her beloved darling boyfriend lah, Andhika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent had Mc Cafe in a long long while. Besides i had a coupon which entitled me to a $1 off Mc Cafe beverages so i decided to make full use of it. Wanted to get something from Macs but the queue was so damn long so i settled for Mc Cafe instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Ultimate Cheesecake and Himalayan Tea Frappe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes i love Mc Cafe's Ultimate Cheesecake cos it wasnt too strong on the cheese. I like cheese but not too much on my cakes. Sooo yeah. And the Himalayan Tea Frappe as usual tasted sooo nice. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See how much i love the Ultimate Cheesecake sampai the plate is cleeeaaannn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wat Shaikhah had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was left of it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thennn she started playing with my digicam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was trying to do a Lulu smile... I like this pic...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to &lt;em&gt;kepo-kepo&lt;/em&gt; at the Maybank roadshow. Hahaha. Cos i thought we were allowed to spin the wheel without any obligations. But u noe how these things work. U have to sign up for a savings plan with them before they let u spin the wheel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The view of the roadhsow from Mc Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually kan i was telling Shaikhah about my plans to sign up for an insurance scheme. Or maybe something with a maturity period of 5 years so that i do not have to worry about my wedding costs &lt;em&gt;(if i'm getting married in 5 years lah).&lt;/em&gt; Cos seriously that's the only way i can save up my money. Im not a discplined saver so i seriously need help. Hahaha. And the guy, Gerry, said that this savings plan has an annual liquidity of $500. Goood sia. But i still have to think about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for Gerry to print out the stuff we got up to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were in the wallet shop when Ansari smsed to say that he had already arrived at Jurong Point. So upon meeting Ansari, Shaikhah and me went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebab orang tu baru dapat gaji&lt;/em&gt;, he die-die wanted to get his purple polo and purple tee from Esprit. I think he must have been thinking about those tees in camp. &lt;em&gt;Tak sabar-sabar seh nak beli.&lt;/em&gt; So we went to the Esprit outlet at Raffles City Shopping Centre. He offered to get me my tank tops but i declined cos i didnt want him to spend money on me again. Not nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to my place. I was comfortably seated and talking away when he told me he needed to get passport sized photos of himself. Gaaawwwd. &lt;em&gt;Bukan nak bilang siang-siang seh. Orang dah duduk baru nak cakap. Malas tau nak bangun and gi kedai.&lt;/em&gt; So then, as we were about to set off to have his pictures taken, it rained. No wait. &lt;strong&gt;POURED.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Takde payung. Bagos la. Basah kuyup.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was in a halter top some more ok. So imagine la how cold i was. Sheeeeesh. So while we were waiting for his photos to be printed, i told him to fold my jeans. Hahaha. I "ordered" him to fold my jeans in my most &lt;em&gt;manje&lt;/em&gt; voice. Hahaha. U should have seen how reluctant he was to kneel down in public and fold my jeans. And then he purposely folded both sides of unequal length. Issshh. &lt;em&gt;Sungguh tak ikhlas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ehh u dah kene practice kneeling on one knee alreadi la. Nanti in future when u propose to me, i make u kneel longer. So this is good practice"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im evil. Evil. Very evil. Bleeeaaahhh who cares laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i wanted Macs. Hahaha. So this was what i had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The McSpicy Meal. He only had Filet-O-Fish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/11thmarch06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/11thmarch06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, we saw one of his frenz, Khairul Anuar, who was my primary school mate who currently lives next to my block. Gosh. The connection is just soooo close. Ansari's Dad and Khairul Anuar's dad &lt;em&gt;sekampung.&lt;/em&gt; So even when they got married, Ansari's dad often met Khairul's dad to play badminton and they brought their sons along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then their sons got into the same poly, same course and they ended up doing their final year project together and they have been close ever since then. Soccer buddies la with Firas, Munir, Wan &lt;em&gt;dan mereka yang sewaktu dengan nye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they talked, i ate and minded my own business and went to pee and even after i finished peeing, they were still talking so i ended up finishing everything that was in front of me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last picture...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked so tired. I noe. Cos i was cold also lah. And my hair was damp and my feet were wet. U see i wore heels yesterday and i got tired. So after i had Macs, and we went to the playground &lt;em&gt;waaaaaaay&lt;/em&gt; at the back, i decided to just take off my heels and walked &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE BAREFOOTED.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes im so tak tahu malu in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mind getting my feet dirty. I didnt even care about the stares that i got from people. And i think Ansari was so excited about his tees that he continued talking about them to me. So i started to tease him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mama!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh wat?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Purple colour mama!!"&lt;br /&gt;"U dun like the tees??"&lt;br /&gt;"Lawa lah tapi purple kan colour MAMA!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh lawa ok!!"&lt;br /&gt;"MAMA!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh stop it..."&lt;br /&gt;"Memang u ade darah MAMA pe..."&lt;br /&gt;"I dun look like a mama ok!! I look Turkish..."&lt;br /&gt;"Apape la... MAMA!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe... Nanti dengan MAMA ni jugak u kahwin..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh... Jgn nak perasan... MAMA"&lt;br /&gt;"TEMPEH!!"&lt;br /&gt;"OIIIII!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"U org Jawa jadi i panggil u TEMPEH"&lt;br /&gt;(at that point i just stopped walking and laughed uncontrollably and clutched my tummy)&lt;br /&gt;"Ansari stop it..."&lt;br /&gt;"TEMPEH!! TEMPEH LEMAU!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gawd. Stop it laah. Penat i ketawe..."&lt;br /&gt;"Eleh si TEMPEH LEMAU ni. Org Jawa tapi tak mkn TEMPEH..."&lt;br /&gt;"STOOOPPPP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"TEMPEH LEMAU"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i wanted to smack his arms but he ran away from me. Sheeesh. Im sorry we disturbed the peace of those who lived around there yday evening. It practically turned into a shouting match ok!! When we reached under Firas's house then we kept our voices down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Ansari to throw pebbles at his window. Ansari instead wanted to find glass bottles to clink together. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there u go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thrice in 2 months u have asked me... the answer is "Yes" Sayang*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114214486238022954?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114214486238022954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114214486238022954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114214486238022954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114214486238022954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/started-my-saturday-by-going-to-jurong.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114190483662392306</id><published>2006-03-09T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:41:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Abg: "Noreen!! Noreen!! Noreen!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wat?"&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "I need ur help"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "With wat?!"&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "I am bored and i am lost"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking: wat in the world?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok so ure bored which means i need to entertain u..."&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But then ure lost so that means i shld go get u a map" (HAHAHA!!)&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "Entertain me la. Pls"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "By doing waaaat??!! U need a map first. U shld be good with ur bearings cos ure in 3SIR"&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "Anything!! Tell me jokes. Anything!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Now YOU are being the joker"&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "Eh im serious la..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "And im being serious too cos i so suck at telling jokes"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So out with it. Smth is bothering u..."&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "I'm losing fire in the army and i do not noe wat my future is going to be like..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Alaaah ure going to ORD in May so it's ok to slacken in the army. As for ur future... dun wori lahh"&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "Easy for u to say sweetie... I feel like my life is going nowhere..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking hard of wat to say)&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "I think now i noe wat u girls have to go thru every month..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh reali?? Tell me then..."&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "The depressed feeling..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's not all..."&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "If im having cramps right now, then it's confirmed im having pms!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hahaha. I dun get cramps by the way..."&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "Ok but i think now i noe wat it feels like for u girls..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our chat on MSN lasted for quite some time. Him telling me about all the things that were bothering him. Him actuali envying me cos im still studying &lt;em&gt;(if only he knew that i have to watch every single penny i spend for the next 2 months cos i aint getting any allowance for the next 2 months)&lt;/em&gt; and that im in a great relationship. At least he is earning some money and he does not have to worry about relationships &lt;em&gt;(read: it's &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt; work to make a relationship work)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me if i read Berita Harian. The article about Siti Nurhaliza. He said something along the lines of no matter what, girls are always materialistic. Of course i told him the word &lt;em&gt;"always"&lt;/em&gt; is too definite. Of course i told him to a certain degree, materialism exist in everyone. Not only girls. It is &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; hard to get by without money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a love built on the number of gifts or the amount of money your significant other shower on u isnt true love. U can, for a split second or over a certain period of time fall for someone because he gets u anything u want. Who doesnt like to be showered with gifts right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, if it's True Love, then all that wun matter much. Even if a girl is so lucky to have a filthy rich boyfriend, and if she's truly in love with him, she wun say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"David, i truly love u becos u get me watever i want"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead she will &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"David, i love u not becos of the gifts u shower on me. Without a doubt, i feel like the luckiest girl on Earth to be pampered by all the gifts but even without them, even if u are just an ordinary guy earning just enough to make ends meet, i will still be truly in love with u"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. I suck at trying to explain myself but he did get my drift. And then he told me about his wonderland. Where everyone is equal and nothing else is more important than love. &lt;em&gt;Jiwang jugak eh abang sedare ku yang satu ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, i refuted his point by saying that if everyone is equal, then there wun be any competition. There shld be some level of supremacy to spur others on to work harder to achieve their dreams, their aims. If not, everyone will just be lazy. And then he said competition breeds animosity and greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got malas to argue and i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok lah. Accepted. It is &lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;/strong&gt; wonderland afterall..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was troubled by one more thing. Those people he call friends. If i were him, i wld have &lt;strong&gt;CALLED&lt;/strong&gt; them friends. Not going to divulge much about it cos of his and my own personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow the conversation got to Abg asking me to ask Ansari if he will mind it if Abg gives Firas a kiss when he sees him in camp. Hahaha. Gaaawwwd. Go ahead lah. Go ahead and kiss Ansari's best fren lah Abg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly do not noe if i helped him in any way. Im a good listener but i dun think im a good problem solver. He ended the conversation like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abg: "Thanks my lil cuzzie. Talking to u always help, Now im all cheered up"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well u do noe if u need me, im always around... and im NOT UR LIL CUZZIE ANIMORE!!"&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "U will always be my lil cuzzie no matter wat"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nooooo!! Im a WOMAN already"&lt;br /&gt;Abg: "U may be a woman but to me, u will always be my lil cuzzie... no matter how big ur boobs grow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smacks forehead*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think Abg is too soft. Especially when it comes to friends and his loved ones. Ok ok he can be soft with me. Heh. But sometimes i wish he can be stop being nice to his friends. &lt;strong&gt;"FRIENDS".&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe i shld teach him a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of u who noe me well, im much harder when it comes to friendships. Yes. One wrong move and u wun get me talking to u for daaaayyyyyssss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yday, Erzat passed out from Tekong. Today, Nazrul enlisted into Tekong. Nazrul is another cousin of my age from my mom's side. And then 3 months later, Nazrul will pass out and Udin will be enlisted into Tekong. Udin is my cousin from my Dad's side who is a year younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one of them will end up being in the same camp as Ansari in the months to come. Or worse still have Ansari as their sergeant. Hahaha. Ok lah. Ansari wun be a tough sergeant. Trust me. He is so slack. So calm. U wun see him screaming away at his men. Hahaha. Even now he doesnt do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe wat... Actuali this wasnt wat i wanted to blog about today. But then i still need to collect my thoughts together before i go into a proper long post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go eat dinner now. Daddy just finished cooking and it smells super yummy. Eh wait. Need to go &lt;em&gt;berak&lt;/em&gt; first before i eat. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im craving for something sweet. Anything sweet. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114190483662392306?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114190483662392306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114190483662392306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114190483662392306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114190483662392306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/abg-noreen-noreen-noreen-me-wat-abg-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114175085551210617</id><published>2006-03-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:57:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me just get straight to the point and show u the pics that i took the past few days. As usual they were pretty random pics. U noe me. I take pics of anything. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sooo... on Monday, 6th March... i had a breakfast date with Ansari. Well it was a bit unexpected cos i was watching Erlin Montel the night before and talking to him on the phone and laughing away. He was highly amused i think that i actually found the show funny. Eh it was pe. Then he asked if i wanted to have breakfast on Monday after which he will send me to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course i didnt turn him down lah. Free breakfast some more. So we met at Bedok Interchange at 10am after which we proceeded to East Coast Macs. Then i told him i was on mc for 2 days. Went to the doctor earlier in the morning for my backache, fever and headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo upon reaching East Coast macs, he had Big Breakfast meal plus 3 pieces of hotcakes. I had Sausage McMuffin with Egg meal and 2 pieces of hotcakes cos he was hungry and took my last piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i challenged him. I wanted to walk from East Coast all the way to Marina. And so walked we did. Admired the scenery we did. Made fun of the apeks we did. I did lots of merepek stuff la which he layan-ed. But then when we reached Benjamin Sheares bridge, there was construction going on, and so we couldnt continue on my quest to walk from East Coast all the way to Marina. I wanted to walk on the Benjamin Sheares Bridge but he didnt want to. Best kannn walk by the expressway. Bluek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take bus number 30. While walking towards the bus-stop, we saw this place where they trained dogs. Of course i got fascinated by it. It was next to Katong Park by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/6thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/6thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/6thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/6thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he did some pull-ups at the fitness station at the park while i sat and waited. Sooo i told him we were supposed to take 30 to Tanjong Pagar kannn?? When 30 came... &lt;strong&gt;HE DID NOT FLAG THE BUS.&lt;/strong&gt; I think he wanted to stare at the lady with nice, tanned legs seated at the opposite bus-stop. So we sat at the bus stop macam orang bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at the Tanjong Pagar area and walked to the mrt station. We got talking about working life. If him and me wear suits to work &lt;em&gt;(banyak berangan lah kita)&lt;/em&gt; den we can meet for lunch. For dinner. Earn lots of money. Enjoy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn we took the train to City Hall cos we were supposed to meet Yani there. So we sat at Burger King cos we were early by an hour. We sat and talked. About kids. About buying a car. About saving up. About buying a house. About the cost of marriage. About house decoration. About honeymoon. About where he's going to stay at after we get married (most likely mine). About how he wana save money to pay for my education if i wana pursue my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The large Barley that we shared...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/6thmarch06%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/6thmarch06%20003.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into Timberland, Polo Ralph Lauren and lastly Esprit. He saw his purple polo tee. He said he will soooo get them once his pay comes in. And i saw some nice tank tops and a pair of nice beeeeeeeg shades. So he said we shall get all that once his pay comes in. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Yelaaaaahhh tuuuuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yani and me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/6thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/6thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looked so tak lawa and him in the Topman polo that his mom complimented on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/Zy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/Zy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment Ansari saw Yani, he commented on her height. That she was tall for her age. And that she will surpass me. I pray not lah. &lt;em&gt;Tak boleh.&lt;/em&gt; Not nice. And throughout the journey to Peninsula and on the train ride home, the 2 of them were ganging up &lt;strong&gt;AGAINST&lt;/strong&gt; me. Serious tau. They made fun of me countless times that i gave up and didnt bother to fight for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But best lah. It was the first time they met and they got along well. Glad that Yani didnt feel awkward around Ansari. So Ansari has met Abg Erza, Erzat and Yani. Only left one sibling. Erwan the rugby player. Hohoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn the day after, he came over to my place. He didnt let me travel cos i was on mc. Sooo i told him i didnt want Macs breakfast. I told him i wanted kedai kopi breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My tahu goreng (ikan selar yg sesat tu travelled from his plate to mine)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/7thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/7thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The case of the missing ikan selar on his nasi lemak. Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/7thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/7thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cos the night before, i told him i wanted to play on the swing. It's been a long long time since i played on the swing sooo we went to the playground near Firas's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The swing that i took while he just sat and "took care" of me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/7thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/7thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The playground...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/7thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/7thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/7thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/7thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I played Happy Birthday to him on this thingy... Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/7thmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/7thmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ball sculptures (Him: Ehh kenape not BIGGER balls??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/7thmarch06%20007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/7thmarch06%20007.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bubble gum from Taiwan that Firas got me *cute-ness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/zzzzz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/zzzzz.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn just now i met Liza at Parkway cos i wanted to develop photos. Coincidentally she wasnt working so we met around noon after her medical check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before i left the house...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked the ENTIRE Parkway because both of us love that place and we havent been there for quite some time. She bought a pair of nice pink pants from Bossini. &lt;em&gt;Jealous aku.&lt;/em&gt; Before we left Parkway, we each bought Parmesan Cheese Pretzel from Aunt Annie's. And thennn she started talking to the Sarawak guy who served us our Pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/yyyy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/yyyy.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed back to SRJC cos Liza wanted to crash the Chinese Drums practice but in the end she didnt get to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Liza to adjust her tudung in the toilet at SRJC, i got up to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course how can u go back to SRJC without eating from the makcik's stall right?? Cheap some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liza's Roti John...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My kway teow soto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The drink that i drank almost everyday for 2 years...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SRJC Girls Soccer Team vs VJC Girls Soccer Team&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish back in my time, they had a girls soccer team in SRJC. Maaannn. I would have soooo joined it. Liza was surprised of course when she heard that coming from my mouth cos i didnt seem the sporty type. Hahaha. Im not sporty lah but i did learn how to play soccer during primary school (Ansari didnt beleive me till i told him the techniques to kick a ball).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liza's new shoes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn we proceeded to the cafe outside LT5. Heh. Bumped into Mr Neo. Oh yesss. My favourite econs tutor of all time. He's so much thinner now but nevertheless still as cute as ever. Heh. And he doesnt look a day older despite being... 38?? 39?? Yesss. He just had to flash his smile from afar when he saw us and i almost melted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cookie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My chocolate indulgence smoothie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/8thmarch06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/8thmarch06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dah penat. A proper blog entry will be up in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114175085551210617?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114175085551210617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114175085551210617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114175085551210617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114175085551210617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-me-just-get-straight-to-point-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114154316862358240</id><published>2006-03-05T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:03:21.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We started off the day by going to Mustafa Centre. Well not before meeting at Tampines Interchange first. He bought me something before he met me cos he knew i wasnt the type to eat breakfast at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply had to take this first shot cos it really caught my attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babi Mild... Seriously...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thennn he bought his underwear cos he claimed he was running out of them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked and we walked around Mustafa Centre but he cldnt find a nice polo tee that fitted him. The sizes were all too big. In the end we proceeded to Bugis instead. Walked around Bugis Village. Saw a few nice tees for him but they werent polo tees so he didnt buy them. In the end he bought me this instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was one of those times whereby smth juz happened to catch both of our eyes and he insisted to get it for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Topman. He finally settled for this very nice green polo. It was seriously very nice!! I didnt take a pic of him in the green polo though. Perhaps next time ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we proceeded to Sentosa. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our admission tix...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sentosa island guide (yes im jakun so i took pics of almost everything)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Map of Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously excited about going to Sentosa and i was rambling to him on and on about the new attractions at the Imbiah Lookout. So yday he told me we shld give the Sentosa 4D Magix thingy a try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa 4D Magix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes yes... i even bothered to take a pic of the pamphlet...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our tickets... Wish it had been smth nicer and colourful though... Afterall it did cost 16bux per head...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we were made to put on these red 4D glasses...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See how stupid we looked...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show lasted about 20 minutes. The effects were good. I could feel the crabs and spiders on my feet. Hahaha. And we got sprayed by water. Yes. Water. So we got a bit wet la. And the wind effect was superb. U all have to try it for yourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While waiting to get on the green line bus to Siloso Beach...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the green line bus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At siloso beach...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the beach at 7pm. And we waited and waited and waited for the bus. Isssh. It took us an hour juz to get back to Harbourfront ok. Then we proceeded for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His kebab. Damn sedap i tell u. It's on par with Kebab JLo. Serious tak bedek!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The roti john that we shared but of course he ate most of it. What else is new right?? Again it's very very yummy... Notice the chicken pieces on the plate of his kebab??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Nasi Goreng Ayam Kunyit... Sedap also. Especially the sambal belacan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was left of his kebab... Pinggan licin seh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what was left of the roti john... Only the plate lah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what was left of mine... He ate the remainder of the rice actually...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our bill...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/4thmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/4thmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. It was a truly memorable Saturday. For me that is lah. A Saturday well spent with Ansari. I reached home at 1am and he took a cab home cos he told his mom he wld be back by 11pm. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Kelakar lah that guy. Apeje tau. Tapi a bit kesian lah cos i think his kocek koyak from all that spending yday. Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i forgot to say that when we were in the queue for the 4D Magix thingy, this tourist asked us where we were from. So Ansari said we are Singaporeans. Thennn the guys actually said i looked Filippino and Ansari looked Turkish. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it supposed to be good or bad that i look like a Filippino??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that comment, Ansari kept going on and on about how he's Turkish and he wanted meat. Issshhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Ansari goes back to camp on Tuesday night, im gona miss him like crazy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114154316862358240?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114154316862358240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114154316862358240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114154316862358240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114154316862358240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-started-off-day-by-going-to-mustafa.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114132697488564995</id><published>2006-03-03T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T03:16:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Underworld Evolution was &lt;em&gt;goooooooooooood&lt;/em&gt;!! Yup. It sure got me seated at the edge of my seat and gripping onto whatever i could grab. Hahaha. Not to forget, the kissing scenes were &lt;em&gt;goooooooood&lt;/em&gt;. I could reali feel the chemistry between Kate Beckinsale and Scott Speedman aka Selene and Michael Corvin respectively in the movie. And when they had sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at Kate Beckinsale's and Scott Speedman's naked bodies was such a turn-on for me. Ok i duno if u all are disgusted by what i juz said by i couldnt find a more polite way of describing how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot was pretty straightforward though. Appropriate for someone like me who couldnt remember much about what went on in Part 1. And not wanting to risk irritating Ansari by asking too many questions, i decided to keep quiet and lo and behold... i understood what went on. Most of the time that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now i nak jadi Selene and Ansari shall be Michael Corvin. Then he can kiss me and bite me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*notti cheeky thots*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo earlier on during the day, after school ended, i went to Kembangan and waited for Ansari to finish soccer. So i sat there, with my chocolate milkshake in hand, swinging my legs, enjoying the breeze despite the glaring sun and smiling away. I almost wanted to sing away to the songs on my mp3 but i managed to refrain myself from doing that. And it didnt help that Shaikhah kept smsing and making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo after soccer ended and i got introduced to his frenz, 3 of them wanted to get Mac's milkshake. Then they decided to go watch a movie at TM. Thennn one of them wanted to book tix for the 9:20pm show of Underworld Evolution. Thennn Ansari told them that i wanted to watch it too and they were like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yelaaah An. Takkan kau tgk sorang?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course Firas did ask me if i had a curfew cos catching the 9:20pm show meant that it might end around 2 hours later and it might be too late for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our milkshake first. Mine was Vanila and his was Strawberry. Sooo in actual fact, juz now i tasted all 3 milkshakes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our tix, Ansari had to complain that he was hungry. Issshhh. So it was off to the foodcourt at Century Square. That was when i got teased really badly by the guys. By Wan and Mun actually. Actually they were teasing Ansari also lah. Something along the lines of having to be contented with juz hugging the bolster in camp, sleeping with an army teddy bear, wanting a ring, spending the day at Sentosa on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Macam-macam lagi lah.&lt;/em&gt; But i was ok with it lah. I remember one distinct line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aku nampak kau kat Blk 110, siap kau..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were so so very funny. While Ansari ate, Firas told them about army stories and all and the other 2 chipped in their own words and stuff and i was juz laughing away. Mind u the other 2 hasnt served NS yet but they were oh so very funny i seriously couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit tau perut ketawe. Rabak ah actually cos i think the other tables with makciks and pakciks were wondering why 4 guys and 1 girl were laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before the movie started, Ansari had to go pee, leaving me with the guys and they asked me questions and again we ended up laughing. My gaaawwwdd. &lt;em&gt;Tak boleh angkat lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ansari came back from the toilet, telling me that he bumped into Fahmie and Emil. And then kannn... one of them said that the &lt;em&gt;apek yang koyak tiket tu, tolak sikit je tros jatoh ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the 2nd row seats from the front. Then while waiting for the movie to start, i was telling Firas that Ansari can do &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; with guys but not with gals. Hahaha. Then Firas told me not to worry cos in the army, Ansari have more than enough chances to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firas got into Selarang Camp by the way. So Abg, if ure reading this... Firas is in Scorpion like u. He will be taking care of 6 men by the way so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was that one and only scene that Kate Beckinsale and Scott Speedman had sex. Then Ansari leaned in to me and whispered something. To which i whispered back my reply to him. It was nothing dirty lah so dun worry. But Firas had the cheek to say this to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ape korang dua discussing about tu??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at 11:15pm. After which we had to painstakingly make our way down to the first floor using the escalators that had stopped functioning. Then we had to exit by Macs. By the time i reached home it was around 12:20am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i had loads of fun actually. The moment the guys started opening their mouth, all sort of nervous feelings juz went away. Heeeee. Bessst la his frenz. But God noes how long it will take them to meet up for soccer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I seriously have to get to sleep. Got class in the morning actually. Isssh. It doesnt help that Acap is making me crave for fish and chips now. Can he like go to bed already?? It's late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP MENTIONING FISH AND CHIPS TO ME LAAAAHHH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cant wait for Saturday*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114132697488564995?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114132697488564995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114132697488564995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114132697488564995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114132697488564995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/underworld-evolution-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114122751973066650</id><published>2006-03-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:15:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAT-NESSSS&lt;br /&gt;FAT-NESSSS&lt;br /&gt;FAAAATTTTTTNNNNEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been soooo well fed for the past few days, that i can feel the fats piling up around my tummy. And also on those 2 mounted regions. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babats galore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*jiggle*&lt;br /&gt;*jiggle*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i satisfied my cravings for &lt;strong&gt;Arnolds Fried Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;. Actuali the inital plan was to go to Lavender, get his rank sewn onto his army uniform and thennn head off to Sentosa after which if time permits, we shall go have the Chicken Cheese Murtabak from Niqqy's that ive been craving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then while in class yday, i had this sudden craving for Arnolds Fried Chicken. During tutorial, i reali saw chickens dancing away in front of me. So i cldnt resist it and told Ansari about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. We had to cancel our Sentosa plans cos of my craving and cos my mom wanted me to be home by 930pm, so i didnt wana rush lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 2 person combo meal. 5 pcs chicken, 2 soft drinks, 2 buns (which he insisted on having BOTH but i only gave him ONE), fries...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stmarch06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stmarch06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 packets of chili sauce ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stmarch06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stmarch06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The coleslaw that i LOVE and ate MOST of it and told Ansari to keep his hands off them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stmarch06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stmarch06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we proceeded to Lavender MRT. Had to go to Beach Rd to have his rank sewn on 2 more of his uniforms. Thennn when we got off the MRT, we saw Neeta and Mindae!! It was such a pure coincidence i tell u. I mean what are the chances of me and Ansari getting out from the door and seeing Neeta and Mindae in front of us??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neeta and me!! Mannn both of us looked so chubby!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stmarch06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stmarch06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mindae was of course yakking away on his hp. Gaaawwwd. He looked so selenge but cute lah. Neeta said when he's discussing about soccer, &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY&lt;/strong&gt; can distract him. Neeta had to call him about 3 or 4 times till he turned and stared and gave a little wave and got back to talking on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm brudder. There's always a next time for me to talk to u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after his rank was sewn, we went to Bugis. We watched a movie. Brokeback Mountain. R21 and the lady asked for our ICs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was..... Well i can understand why it was rated R21 but the storyline was damn slow &lt;em&gt;siak.&lt;/em&gt; Boring. Betollll. Even the sex scenes didnt turn me on. Ansari did ask me if i felt uncomfortable cos if i did, then we shld get out of the theatre. But we sat thru the entire movie &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; But still i dun think it was worth the 7 bux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn we proceeded to my place. Ansari said he needed to pee and seeing that there wasnt anyone at home, i let him use the toilet for a while lah. &lt;em&gt;Kalau dia terkencing kat seluar cemane kann??&lt;/em&gt; After that we went to the... ummm park behind my house again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe &lt;em&gt;kannn... &lt;/em&gt;after i took a pic wif Neeta, Ansari said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"U amik dgn Neeta je??"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh yelah. Its not often i amik gambar dgn dia..."&lt;br /&gt;"Abih u tak amik dgn i??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smacks forehead*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;kesian lah.&lt;/em&gt; As we sat, i decided we shld take some pics. Had to use the flash cos it was dark. &lt;em&gt;Muka berminyak seh. Issshhh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first shot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stmarch06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stmarch06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He insisted on a portrait layout sooo we took this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stmarch06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stmarch06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this one... i dunno why he was smiling so widely sia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/1stmarch06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/1stmarch06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firas juz saw that last pic and he was amazed that Ansari could smile. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Apeje lah.&lt;/em&gt; They have been frenz for 8 yrs so &lt;em&gt;takkan&lt;/em&gt; he's never seen Ansari smile &lt;em&gt;sehhh??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i sooooo do not noe what to wear for tmr's soccer match. Sheesh. Muz be a decent top and jeans. Sheeesh. Nvm. I shall fret over it tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna eat the Sardin 'O' that Ansari bought for me on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT-NESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114122751973066650?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114122751973066650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114122751973066650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114122751973066650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114122751973066650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/fat-nessss-fat-nessss.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114097294906973754</id><published>2006-02-27T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:03:36.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because i was bored, i ended up taking many many pics. After tuition on Saturday, i took an afternoon nap. By the time i woke up it was 5:30pm. Then i played UNO wif the kids and i thought it wldnt take long. I mean... UNO wif a bunch of kids... But boy was i wrong... by the time we got tired of the game, it was alreadi 8pm. And by the time my aunt served dinner, it was already 8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom called and told me to sleep over cos it was already late. U shld have seen the joy in the 3 kids' faces... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My bracelet...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My earrings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My breakfast... Nasi Lemak...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabilah's breakfast... Hotcakes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hashbrown that Nazurah refused to eat...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazurah got fascinated by the iced milo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then the butter... or is it margarine?? OK nvm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo after i ate... i had to go to the toilet to kinda "deposit" stuff. Hahaha. And to prevent the kids from playing wif my digicam, i brought it along wif me into the toilet. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ummm... Taken in the toilet... Hahaha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So while Nabilah did her revision, we got up to these...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo then we hung out in the kids room... and we got up to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadiah's shoes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of the toys on Nadiah's bed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ball which caught my eye...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our feet on the bed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blossom, Buttercup, Bubbles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My uncle reading the papers after dinner...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/25thfeb06%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/25thfeb06%20035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn juz now... Met up wif Ansari at Bedok Interchange cos he had to give me smth... Then i told him i needed to pay for the season parking coupon for my dad. Then it turned out he had to pay for his dad's as well. So off we went to HDB Branch Office at Bedok North. Thenn after that he complained he was hungry and i was forced to have Macs breakfast. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Hotcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thfeb06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/27thfeb06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Hotcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thfeb06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/27thfeb06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claimed his hotcakes looked nicer cos he put the margarine nicely and let the syrup flow nicely and mine looked cacat. Bleeaaaah. Watever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the rest of our breakfast. His filet-o-fish. My sausage mcmuffin (was forced to eat it but in the end i gave him half). My hashbrown. His iced milo. My hot tea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/27thfeb06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/27thfeb06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firas called him during breakfast and i was almost made to talk to Firas on the phone tapi malu laaah. Hahaha. Then we went to Post Office to pay his dad's road tax. Walked around bedok interchange. He was amazed actuali and said that Bedok Interchange is better than Tampines. Hahaha. Eh mesti lah. Bedok peee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he sent me to school. Right at the doorstep pulak tu. Issh. Irritating. Dah la i was late cos he wanted to walk around bedok interchange. Dah tu he insisted we used the traffic light to cross the road. Cannot jaywalk. Isssh. Lagi buat org lambat sehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dah. That's all for today. Wahuahua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114097294906973754?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114097294906973754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114097294906973754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114097294906973754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114097294906973754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-i-was-bored-i-ended-up-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114079758956982626</id><published>2006-02-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:13:09.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*switches off silent treatment switch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe Azura... i did juz that. I actuali decided to be nice and apologized over the whole issue. Cos i pondered and thought carefully and i realized i shldnt make such a big deal out of things. Besides i'll only be wasting precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im getting kinda pissed cos i duno whether im forgiven or not. Urggghhh!! IM giving it till 6am and if by then i do not noe whether im forgiven or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHALL SWITCH ON THE SILENT TREATMENT SWITCH AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i watched Final Destination 3 with Azura juz now. Mannn i juz love watching movies at Lido cos it's beeeeg and spacious and u can laugh ur ass off or scream ur lungs out without having to worry about the person sitting next to u cos most of the time the theatre wun be filled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuali the moment me and Azura met each other, we juz talked and talked and talked and juz talked away. Even in the cinema we juz talked and talked till the lights went off and we cldnt see each other's faces but we continued talking and even when the opening credits to the movie started, we were still talking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she of course happily drank my Choc Milkshake. &lt;em&gt;Tak tahu malu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz kdding lah Azura. Of course i didnt mind u drinking my Choc Milkshake. &lt;em&gt;Kalau dah habis, u beli kan lah.&lt;/em&gt; Speaking of which... u didnt remind me to draw money lah. See lah. Now i owe u dinner. &lt;em&gt;Takpe.&lt;/em&gt; U try to make the Simpang Bedok plan materialise and i'll pay for ur dinner k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways... mannn the movie was awesome!! When i compared Final Destination 1 and 2, i preferred Final Destination 1. Sooo when there was a 3rd sequel to it, i was pretty skeptical. Cos to me, Final Destination 2 sucked. But thennn... Final Destination 3 is goooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuali kannn me and Azura were juz screaming away and making so much noise in the theatre. Hahaha. Kinda &lt;em&gt;memalukan&lt;/em&gt; actuali but nvm. Who cares la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i dun wana be much of a spoiler for those of u who are planning to watch the movie so i shant reveal much but all i wana say is... Pink nipples are so unpretty lah. So damn ugly. I duno how some guys can get turned on by the sight of pink nipples &lt;em&gt;tapi&lt;/em&gt; they are so &lt;em&gt;tak lawa lah&lt;/em&gt;. U see nothing except for the... ummm... the thingy that bulges. So &lt;em&gt;macam takde&lt;/em&gt; form gitu kan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we had dinner. I finally tried the famous &lt;strong&gt;Ayam Penyet&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Sedap siak.&lt;/em&gt; The &lt;em&gt;sambal belacan &lt;/em&gt;was sooo power. I ate it juz like that &lt;em&gt;tau.&lt;/em&gt; I took a spoonful and put into my mouth and Azura was laffing cos my face turned red. &lt;em&gt;Sedap giler siak.&lt;/em&gt; But now my tummy kinda hurt u noe. I guess it was too heaty for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Doctor &lt;em&gt;tak bagi makan pedas-pedas&lt;/em&gt; but yet i went to eat the &lt;em&gt;sambal belacan.&lt;/em&gt; Now kene find my ubat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what the Ayam Penyet dish looks like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thfeb06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/24thfeb06%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Milo Dinosaur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thfeb06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/24thfeb06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very sweet kicap which Azura didnt like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thfeb06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/24thfeb06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tempeh, the kicap, the rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thfeb06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/24thfeb06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun u noe being out wif Azura. Both of us were juz talking away and laffing away. She said her jaws hurt from laffing mann. Hahaha. Watever lah Azura. But i had a great time. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i finished my food tau. Happy??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo then while walking back to the mrt, and Azura was on the phone, i saw Mus on his bike. Who wldnt recognize that orange honda right?? And he was in his red and yellow tee some more. &lt;em&gt;Nampak sah dari jauh boleh nampak seh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was turning into the CK Tangs carpark and i was crossing. So i stared. He stared. Den he smiled and waved. So i smiled and waved back &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Mesti&lt;/em&gt; he went to meet his gf tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cute-ness*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then while i was on the train on the way home, Abg called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kucing Overalls... we can watch Munich &lt;strong&gt;ANYTIME.&lt;/strong&gt; And wat do u mean by if i'll be bringing my frenz?? Please &lt;em&gt;eh. Jangan nak gatal kat sini.&lt;/em&gt; I shall be the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; girl ok. And ure paying all ur attention to me k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the lift home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/24thfeb06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/24thfeb06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so unglamorous &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; walking around in slippers all day but they were comfy. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abg cepat lah bring me out. Pleeeeaaaassssseeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19734293-114079758956982626?l=catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/feeds/114079758956982626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19734293&amp;postID=114079758956982626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114079758956982626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19734293/posts/default/114079758956982626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catwomannogulimedusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/switches-off-silent-treatment-switch-u.html' title=''/><author><name>the vivacious one</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/73/3033761/1603956381779l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19734293.post-114060754739693592</id><published>2006-02-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:31:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with Lulu after school. Earlier in the morning she smsed me smth along the lines of not remembering which is the break pedal and which is the accelerator pedal cos she hasnt been driving for a long long time. Yesss. For months i tell u that woman hasnt driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yeah. I told her which is which. Then cos i was in lecture and my mind was wandering towards those tees that i saw at PS on Saturday and i felt like buying them seeing that ive been thinking about them since Saturday... so i asked Lulu if she wanted to accompany me to PS after her driving lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turned out that her sis had asked her to get this korean vcd from PS so she decided to accompany me to PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo we went to get my tees first. Reali love their cute slogans. For the moment i can only afford to get 2 of them. Shall buy more when i have money. Hehe. I was spoilt for choice actuali. Didnt noe which ones to get. Hohoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bags that they put their tees in are cute!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndfeb06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndfeb06%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes the shop is called Outfitter Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/1600/22ndfeb06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/292/320/22ndfeb06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got my tees in Size 1 which was the smallest size actuali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blog
