<?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-34985913</id><updated>2012-02-08T10:44:28.432+08:00</updated><category term='i miss you. :('/><category term='Atok'/><category term='Shopping-spree'/><category term='Weak-link.'/><category term='Weekends.'/><category term='epicts.'/><title type='text'>nanakelele's.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>830</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-919381867482745281</id><published>2011-07-01T09:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:02:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;" &gt;This will officially be my last entry on JetBlackHeart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard? I've moved to a new link, like finally! After more than 850 entries over the past 5 years, and&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;" &gt;years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of contemplating, I've finally decided to move, for good! Hahahaha! The good news is, if you're in my Facebook friend-list, you'll find my new link in my profile &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. And the bad news is, I'm not publishing my new URL on this last entry. So, to all my haters/stalkers/avid readers (if any?) who're not in my FB, this is my final goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To officially close this final entry on a good-note, I turned the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;" &gt;luxurious-&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;last Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/268268_241455215867295_100000084560563_1042317_531067_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/262292_241454035867413_100000084560563_1042287_5539521_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/262796_241457095867107_100000084560563_1042374_2732885_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/262727_241457149200435_100000084560563_1042375_5199978_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a full-entry on that, for my first post in my new URL.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it, and until then, goodbye JBH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-919381867482745281?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/919381867482745281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=919381867482745281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/919381867482745281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/919381867482745281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-will-officially-be-my-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5616451615854317652</id><published>2011-06-15T21:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:20:56.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we spent last Saturday pampering Baby-B again. It has now become like a monthly routine already. And I don't mind, because it is something that I really enjoy doing; foam-washing and waxing Baby-B! Hehehehe! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0df1610a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we spent about 2 hours doing just that after eating the home-cooked lunch I brought for us, since we both hadn't ate since morning. After that, we spent some time watching movies on Dearest Fiancé's laptop before Lil Bro and Cik Pung asked us along to catch a movie, initially X-Men First Class, but 'somebody' wanted to watch Super 8 instead. Well, the movie sucks, I'll tell you that much. Hahaha! Dearest Fiancé sampai mengamok tak stop because it was really that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Sunday, we spent the afternoon at Nenek's place celebrating Father's Day. It was just a mini and short celebration, with a cake to go with the occasion. Of course, when there's a birthday-cake and candles, the kids will definitely 'assumed' it's their birthday, so they must blow out the candles. So, setiap kali ada cake, setiap kali tu lah birthday budak kecik 3 orang nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4e8f23b7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9d69f354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we headed for our double-date outing with Doink and Fiza, since nobody responded to me when I wanted to book KL Gangster for the cousins. So by then, aku pun dah malas, and Dearest Fiancé and I went ahead with the double-date je. It was a really spontaneous outing, I must say. First, we headed to Red Art Gallery Cafe, Fiza's Mom's mini-restaurant situated at Marine Parade. It is a ver cosy and modern cafe that sells traditional and western food. I settled for the Chef's recommendation Penne Pasta or something? It was delicious, and very filling despite the small serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c2cf1b39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/254467_10150298864347489_632557488_9571969_6880806_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few plans in mind after that, from ice-skating, to pool, to catching a movie etc etc. But in the end, we settled for night-cycling at East Coast Park. It was a lot of fun, and pretty exhausting too. But we still enjoyed ourselves nonetheless, but a bit lemau after that laa because it was afterall, a work-day the next day! And by the time I got home, I was aching from head to toe, lagi-lagi after that Saturday, Fiqah and Me jogged 2km non-stop, with no walking! Boleh fengsan you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f9d63a3b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/253733_10150298865857489_632557488_9571997_4519236_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much sums up a little bit about what has been going on lately. And yes, I am still clueless about my birthday surprise. And the annoying thing is, Dearest Fiance keeps asking me, 'You takda fikir pasal birthday surprise you ke B?', almost every single day eh, because he don't want me to forget about it. Geram je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/74e3630f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/335d6202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12 more days to go to my birthday surprise. :D&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5616451615854317652?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5616451615854317652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5616451615854317652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5616451615854317652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5616451615854317652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-last-weekend-we-had-another-round-of.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-332022365285805109</id><published>2011-06-07T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:30:40.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally decided to blog again. For those who wondered why I was on hiatus for about 2 weeks, well.. I just needed some time to figure out my life, work-wise. But alhamdulilah, having that settled recently, really helps, like a lot! I remembered working for a week, looking really pale, miserable and just out of focus, until I finally couldn't take it any longer, I broke down. But no worries, I'm fine now. Thanks to Dearest Fiancé, for his advice and his assurance to make it all better. Insyallah, everything will be okay, I hope and pray everyday! Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on, over the past 2 weeks, I have been busy with the normal stuff - work, spending all the time I have with Dearest Fiancé, my family, and not forgetting, my Saturday mornings with Fiqah. Ah yes, I forgot to mention that; we are now trying to lead a healthier lifestyle, by disciplining ourselves to go for morning jogs every Saturday. And believe it or not, we have been doing just that for 4 Saturdays already! Unbelievable right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's refreshing, and at the same quite exhausting too, I'll admit. But it really helps build up our stamina again. I still have a hard time waking up at 7:30AM every Saturday, but I've promised myself to at least, make an effort, cause it is part of a healthy lifestyle, right? Hahahahah! Macam faham eh. ;P Oh! Have I mentioned how much I absolutely LOVEEEEEEE TO RUN? Well yes, I do! All the more fun it is for me, despite the morning-face (please excuse my face la eh)!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/cffe5c72.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4432e5d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little recap on some of Yours Truly self-shots moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/299c1f65.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/18763cc7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/40baf619.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b82d11f1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my Dearest Fiancé's self-shots as well too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5ec9e958.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/659ca4b5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ed026f8d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c4afa0cd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur alhamdulilah, Dearest Fiancé and I are getting a lot stronger every day, and even though sometimes things do tend to get in our way, we still manage to talk things through, and compromise.; one way or another. I'll admit that things haven't been easy all the time, but even through the hardest of times, we know that we will always make things better, not only for each other, but also for us together. It's a lot of hard work, and other times, having to deal with emotions that you do not want to feel. But in any case at all, it is worth it, every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/aa989ab6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c86ddb08.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5d0797c3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7aea62c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my birthday is in about 2 weeks time and Dearest Fiance has been keeping me at the edge of my seat when he gave me little 'clues' on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25th May 2011&lt;/span&gt; about the surprise he has in stores for me. I'm dying here, because when he spilled that part one month before my birthday (!!!), I really feel like strangling him, because I have a love/hate relationship with 'surprises!' Hahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like, you guys have to wait until my birthday to know what this surprise is all about, because honestly, even with all my guesses that I blurted out to him over the past week, he still wouldn't give a hint! He would still have his 'pokerface' on, no matter what nonsense guesses I made! Even the most unlikely surprise like, "Are we swimming with the sharks, B?", to which his reply would always be, to all my other guesses - "Maybe?" Waduhh! How like that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know, but at the same time, I don't want to ruin the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;So let's just countdown - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21 more days&lt;/span&gt; to the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/99ae763e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/54c294ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll keep you posted! xD&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-332022365285805109?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/332022365285805109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=332022365285805109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/332022365285805109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/332022365285805109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-finally-decided-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1551159443019985692</id><published>2011-05-21T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T03:33:03.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIATUS-MODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a video worth sharing, with lyrics that fits how I've been feeling lately.&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon, if I see the need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rj6gfz10cS8" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get It Right - Lea Michele (Glee Original)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done? I wish I could run&lt;br /&gt;Away from this ship goin' under&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to help, hurt everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the weight of the world is&lt;br /&gt;On my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;To get it ri-igh-ight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I start again with my faith shaken?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't go back and undo this&lt;br /&gt;I just have to stay and face my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But if I get stronger and wiser&lt;br /&gt;I'll get through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I throw up my fist&lt;br /&gt;Throw a punch in the air&lt;br /&gt;And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll send down a wish&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll send up a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And finally, someone will see&lt;br /&gt;How much I care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take, to get it right&lt;br /&gt;To get it ri-igh-ight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1551159443019985692?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1551159443019985692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1551159443019985692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1551159443019985692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1551159443019985692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/hiatus-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rj6gfz10cS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1765701429724354514</id><published>2011-05-12T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:32:43.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, let's just get to my weekend update, beginning with Saturday, which is an important day for most Singaporeans, including me. It was Polling Day, and all I wanted was for it to be over and done with. And I'm glad that day is over. It was a little weird, and since I am not into all the politics, Dearest Fiance made the decision for me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the poll, the four of us (Ayah, Mama, Fiqah &amp; myself, excluding Lil Bro, cause he was still underage, so he cannot tag along! Lol!) went to Clementi Central for some errands, and Ayah was randomly craving for Burger Ramly. And me, being super outdated, didn't know there is a Burger Ramly outlet in City Vibe. Fascinating, you know! Cause I thought, we can only get Burger Ramly at pasar malam(s). Hahah! Yes, I was that outdated. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/61301365.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/47bb0e61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Sunday, and it being Mother's Day, of course, the family have to eat out,  despite the Sun being 36 degrees, according to Fiqah! I was wearing a muscle-shirt, and it was still that uncomfortable! But that didn't stop us from having a great day, nonetheless. Our first stop was Aiman's Cafe for brunch. And then to Nenek's place. My poor darling nenek didn't know it was Mother's Day, but she was really cheerful when we came over for a visit and to celebrate the joyous occasion with her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/222790_220227397990077_100000084560563_935855_8251027_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/221814_220227431323407_100000084560563_935856_7470977_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that day, (a good kind of surprise) when she was eager to camwhore with us. Normally, I have to secretly take photos of her (like a paparazzi like that). Other times, she would even shield her face, and told us that she didn't like taking pictures, and was extremely shy with the camera. But that day, she was cheerful, and even smiled beautifully in the photos! I already have them uploaded in FB. I'm definitely gonna print and have them framed up soon. Fiqah, let's go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/223412_220227294656754_100000084560563_935853_3183250_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/225435_220227241323426_100000084560563_935852_1681150_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/229312da.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a34213b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we wanted to visit Nenek Jurong pulak, but she was out merayap-ing with Atok, so we dropped the idea completely. And went off to run a couple of errands, including buying a new console table for our room! Yey, finally! And later, we went to IMM, especially to 'amek aircon'. Lol! Mama as usual, splurge on sushi(s). Hehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home after that, to freshen up, and send off lil bro back to camp that night, and Ayah dropped us; Fiqah, Mama and Me to Clementi Mall to get her a pricey handbag as our Mother's Day present, and then late dinner at LJS before heading home by 11pm. I was already so exhausted by then, cause unlike Fiqah, it was a work day that Monday for me! No fairrr lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling really tired, cause work is testing my patience lately.&lt;br /&gt;But that's enough complaining from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back for another worthy entry soon.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1765701429724354514?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1765701429724354514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1765701429724354514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1765701429724354514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1765701429724354514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-lets-just-get-to-my-weekend-update.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-4279894490742507323</id><published>2011-05-04T14:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:43:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, happy (belated) 1st year engagement anniversary to Dearest Fiance and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 674px; width: 494px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/67639_167444623268355_100000084560563_565661_1810601_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur alhamdulilah, it was definitely one of the sweetest day for us both, despite having jemputan(s) to attend to, earlier in the day. Cousin mong got engaged and Bff's eldest brother got hitched, on that same day too. Congrats to both! But, that wouldn't be the main focus for my update today, obviously. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7b0bd372.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/55882bd8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e2f1a351.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d91bbdda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our first stop was IMM. I stubbornly wanted to get a proper engagement ring for Dearest Fiance, cause throughout the entire year we've been engaged, I was the only one wearing a ring. I insisted this time, no matter how much he refuses, and he ended up getting so excited when he finally found one to his liking. Syukur alhamdulilah, I am so proud and happy that he finally found the right ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 674px; width: 494px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/dcc9221c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice kannnn? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we wanted to go to Citigems, cause I am a member, after buying my engagement ring there, but the outlet in IMM is a little small and has limited choices too. And anw, Dearest Fiance has specific preferences; he wanted a gold-ring eh, mind you. So of course, I said NO! laa. -_-" But I'm glad we found this, and he's definitely over the moon, cause the ring has a combination of white gold, and rose gold (not pure gold). It meets his and my likings too, perfect! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after walking around aimlessly in IMM, we decided to head to Clementi Central's Pizzahut for our anniversary dinner-date, since my darling was suddenly craving for Pizza. Tak tau laa eh, ape angin tunang aku nih. Aku baek-baek kenyang terus lapar balek bila dia start mengidam macam-macam! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c5ac9f3b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/62ac9ef8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/6b89fb61.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4e19555e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/747ab236.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/dd5f768b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to check out the not-so-new Clementi Mall. It has been opened for a few months now, and that was our first time exploring the mall, believe it or not. Guess it's the next hotspot for shopping &amp;amp; dining, eh B? Woohoo! :D There, I bought a couple of things for Dearest Fiance as engagement presents, and he even splurge on this pricey baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 674px; width: 494px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/16334849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for my place, at about 8 plus because somebody wants to watch soccer. -_-" And anyways, I was already all sticky and oily and I really needed a good, long cold shower to freshen up! I even talked Dearest Fiance into one too, cause the weather wasn't exactly ideal on such an important occasion. Ughh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Super shiny or what Baby B? Heheheh, thanks to my hour long waxing! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ba9f70f5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/18a2aaf6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the most wonderful day, my dearest love.&lt;br /&gt;Syukur alhamdulilah, we made it through the first year despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, unconditionally, and truly.&lt;br /&gt;Muah-muahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instagram-ing mode, on May 1st, 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/2f9a50b1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/72b7398d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next worthy entry.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-4279894490742507323?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4279894490742507323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=4279894490742507323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4279894490742507323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4279894490742507323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/firstly-happy-belated-1st-year.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7137331621580956014</id><published>2011-04-28T10:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:42:48.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Good Friday, Dearest Fiance and I managed to wash and wax Baby B after procrastinating for the longest time ever! The unpredictable weather was also one of the most-used excuse each time. But on that very day, despite the heavy downpour in the afternoon, we managed to move the schedule to about 8pm at a multi-storey carpark a few blocks away from his place. I was too enthusiastic and extremely excited, I should say. I couldn't even wait to get started, especially the foam washing part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't get me started on that! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots that Dearest Fiance and I manage to capture for the whole 3 hours we spent there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4b432736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7fcc8a16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8d558354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the longest time, say about more than an hour(?),  just foam washing Baby B.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it is my most favourite part (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 674px; width: 494px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f00e51c8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second most favourite part would be waxing. I like the aftermath, and for this, I spent for almost 45 minutes(?) or more I think. Dearest Fiance sampai paksa suruh stop, but I told him, 'Until I can see my own reflection, then I will stop.' And I did, when every single part I waxed, I can see a reflection of my own oily face. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was very enthusiastic about doing the whole thing, Dearest Fiance spent the longest time shining his chains and rims. And that was what he was really proud of, because it is the most difficult and intricate part, and I should add that he's a perfectionist; so every little detail matters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9d6b5e6b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is him admiring his hardwork. Hahahah! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1ba6ba8d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the whole thing at about 11pm. I know right??!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, it took us 3 long hours just to wash and wax Baby B (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kita cuci motor dah macam cuci kereta, sampai tiga jam!' - Dearest Fiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was running errands and late-lunch in the East:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/eb975320.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/aad49ab3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we spent the evening at my place, cause Nenek and Atok, cousins, relatives and nephews came over for a visit. Dearest Fiance was, by then hooked playing Xbox with Lil Bro. And that's pretty much how I spent my long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of the night was when Dearest Fiance gave me a practical lesson in the carpark. &lt;br /&gt;I loveeee it! Dearest Fiance, I nak lagi, please?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the most anticipated long weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d03561ad.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/75f4f84e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching!&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7137331621580956014?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7137331621580956014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7137331621580956014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7137331621580956014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7137331621580956014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-good-friday-dearest-fiance-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6443825962223818747</id><published>2011-04-21T15:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:01.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For over a week or two, I've been holding up pretty strong. I learned not to perish with the negatives, and put up with practically everything I was thrown at. Basically, I've tuned-out reality, and look past everything that is pulling me under. I'm challenging myself to be more stronger, but as the challenges gets tougher everyday, I'm now on the verge of giving up and losing faith. But insyaAllah, I'll be stronger than this, cause I have to be, and I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from that, let's go back to what I've missed, over the weekends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-date with Dearest Fiance and Baby-Busa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/fb0990b5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d87b07d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/41c7d89e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0fd9320f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch &amp;amp; Dinner with the family, on separate days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/291bc7f2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/606bcf3f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7f94b8d7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29f6309e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/43f917d5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d03fe441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending whatever time I have after work, at Dearest Fiance's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8d5fe80b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9467b031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/03ad8f5e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/97c279d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally found this luminous orange lace. I'm in love (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3fb418e1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/550e045f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's just work work work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0a72232a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/cefb112d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the long weekend, I need to catch up on alot of sleep &amp; Leverage!&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much all I have, until my next entry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6443825962223818747?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6443825962223818747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6443825962223818747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6443825962223818747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6443825962223818747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-over-week-or-two-ive-been-holding.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3991475559897733673</id><published>2011-04-11T12:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:40:54.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am, like the last 4 consecutive months that has gone by, since December, I am down with the same sickness, yet again. Both Dearest Fiance and I have started asking questions about why this year, my body has malfunctioned almost regularly each month. My theory? Is this: probably, this is how my body copes with stress &amp;amp; pressure. Probably, this is how my body tells me that I need to take a breather. Probably, this is the limit, and a warning that my body needs to rest, pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm not a doctor, and even if I am one, I'll prescribe myself the regular pills, charge myself $40 for it, and give myself 2 days MC from work. But not this time, noooooo freakin' way am I going to waste my money on doctor fees again (!!!) And this is no excuse for me to not to go to work today. Work is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mandatory&lt;/span&gt;, and I hate it, when my work starts piling up when I'm not around. So like I've said before, I'll still go to work, even if it kills me; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, it's not like anyone here give a damn if I'm not well, they only care more about the workload, whether I've done them for them, or not. So why bother taking MC, when it's just a piece of paper, and not exactly any proof to them that I am 'unfit for work'. I can't be bothered anymore because they don't believe me even with the 'piece of paper' that was suppose to be my proof  stating that I really was sick. Work stinks, but it keeps me, or anyone for all that matters, going. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very much lighter note, last Wednesday, I met up with Dearest BFF, and Bbygirl for dinner at West Mall's Pastamania, after sending the engagement accessories back to Cik Nani's place. It was a really nice night, despite the uncalled-for weather (not exactly suitable for my maxi-Supre), and whatnots. But, it was definitely sweet to be able to do a pretty quick catching-up dinner-date with 2 of my favourite girls. And since it was a work-week, and the night wasn't getting any younger either, we left by 9plus. Tsk! But at least, I had my fill of pasta &amp;amp; ceasar salad. Yummmm! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f6fd4cae.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/fd776148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c4805efc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8f030a4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to our next dinner-date, bff. Soon k?&lt;br /&gt;That night was a little too short, and time wasn't on our side either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the weekend, it was Annoying Lil Bro's Passing-Out-Parade, or as what the family would call it, (according to Fiqah, that is) 'POP'. Yes, we literally say it, the way it is spelled, 'Pop'. My jaw literally dropped when Ayah said 'Pop' too. As funny as it was, waking up at 6:30AM on a Saturday is not funny at all k, especially after spending my Friday night with Dearest Fiance watching movies at my place after dining at Mac Donalds (!!!), right after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1ad96fba.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/bc6f136b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sorta like our annimonthsary treat? I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Oh tak eh, B? But I'll still treat it as one, thank you darling! Love youuu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry, ter-side-track sekejap. So as I was saying, we had to wake up that early because we have to be there at Marina Bay's floating-platform by 7:40AM. By the time we got there, the parade was already starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just share a few pictures here okay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/6a08c143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such an amazing backdrop, of course, I was just completely distracted by how gorgeous MBS is, half the time the parade was going on. And yes, I got bored easily, after watching the boys march here and there, to the extent that, I even told Fiqah that I'd love to see the soulja boys dance, in which, they actually did! Now, that's entertaining! Hahahahahahahaha! I'll try to have that video uploaded in FB soon k, when I bother to switch on the laptop at home, that is. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f5162375.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ee0433a8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/215128_213035958709221_100000084560563_875592_586790_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/206621_213234552022695_100000084560563_876903_8135977_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely quite an exhilarating experience for me, and at some point, it kind of felt like we were at NDP like that. But then again, with the scorching hot weather, and the massive crowds, I'm completely not interested. I'd rather watch it on tv. Seriously. I hate crowds (!!!), because I feel like they are getting in MY way, not the other way round. And I hate cursing them in my mind too, so I always try to avoid crowds, as and when I possibly could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here's the little soulja boy that the family is really proud of;&lt;br /&gt;Do note also that he is still as annoying as ever and is still the baby of the family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 494px; width: 660px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/05e5e4db.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really tall guy is his 'BFF',  fyi. After many pictures taken (which I totally can't be bothered to upload here), we went to Jurong Point for breakfast, and by noon, we were already home. I was already feeling lousy then. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear self, please co-operate with me, and try to hang on k.&lt;br /&gt;The weekends is only &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4-days away&lt;/span&gt;. BOOOO! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3991475559897733673?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3991475559897733673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3991475559897733673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3991475559897733673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3991475559897733673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-here-i-am-like-last-4-consecutive.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8277997149028986666</id><published>2011-04-04T14:03:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:29:36.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcoming April in, starting with an overwhelming bad news is definitely one of the most infuriating hi-light of 2011. But I'll just leave it to that. You know what they say about walls, even when you're not saying anything, they are still listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on, my weekend was as usual, spent with Dearest Fiance on Saturday, and family on Sunday. Have I mentioned how thick the weather have been these days? Especially during the weekends. Nak make-up lebih-lebih pun, teros tak jadi cause it'll eventually irritates my skin. Dearest Fiance and I even ended up making a detour back to his place, for a cold shower after lunching at Town. It was that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thick&lt;/span&gt;, that we couldn't even be bothered to walk around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e06b9036.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e1da1639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d05f4522.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/616db7a2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/52790244.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/27bf3580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9e6c73cd.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3f718053.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family headed to Vivocity to have lunch and get an iphone for Ayah. Kind of shocking, I know. Hahahaha! But yes, apparently his friends are all using iphone(s) now, except for him, so he mentel laa, he wanna use one too. Peer pressure, much? Hahahah! So now, he is more canggih than both Fiqah and me; cause Fiqah bought an iphone4 for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a7561ff0.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b06ac85e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/bbe08570.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 465px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a5e76380.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to end such a thick weekend is ... to scream for ice-cream (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to keep some parts of my life private, so my updates are kept at a minimal. They are more or less about my weekends; for the most part, when I spend quality time with either Dearest Fiance or family. Other than that, there isn't anything much, cause juggling 2 jobs have pretty much taken over my entire life. I'm working for love, and that's a blessing to me. Amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, all!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8277997149028986666?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8277997149028986666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8277997149028986666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8277997149028986666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8277997149028986666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcoming-april-in-starting-with.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5160774687571282570</id><published>2011-03-29T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:12:17.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week was exhausting, yet well-spent. Alhamdulilah, BFF ku is finally engaged to Khai, or better known as Jaiho, as what I would call him. xD Now, I can share with her my wedding preparation ideas! Hehehehe! Tak sabar gituu! It was a private and intimate ceremony, and I was honored to be a part of it too. It really brought me back to May 1st, 2010, when I was in her position. Heheheh. I am so happy for you laa, darlingg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/62c04cd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/fa8acb81.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0698e936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/11a50d68.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ae7a14d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason why it was exhausting because, I was given the task to make her 5 sets gubahan within a week! It was a little difficult at first, because it was rather last minute, but being the best friend that I am, I know she can count on me, no matter what. (awwww-moment, I know) LOL! But yes, I was determined to make it work, because she's my best friend, and I wouldn't leave her in the lurch. (another awww-moment!) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I couldn't do it by myself, because I do not have all the necessary things. This calls for a family-emergency! The biggest credits would go to Cik Lolok for helping me getting this done. She has far more experience in this, so I was quite relieved that she offered to help. And, I definitely do not expect her to do all 5 by herself! I came right after work, to help her finish them with all the little help I can get from the little cousins, Yah, Hannah and Little Ardrianna, with Mom, Nenek and Atok as our supervisors! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9abbdb71.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0737e73f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7a37bfb7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/befe9013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Mom played a huge part as well too! She went all the way to Kak Ti's place, just to collect all the 5 big baskets on her own and go to Nenek's house that particular day! I don't know how she did it, but she's amazing! :D I can never thank my MOMMY enough laa. Must belanja her Secret Recipe again ah. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the end-product(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5116988b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0cdaf20b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0e5a3eb3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0136c19d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/199451_209352219077595_100000084560563_848270_3234745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes was the BIGGEST challenge for me! It was difficult because firstly, that's a HUGE pair of shoes, and secondly it don't exactly fit in the box (as you can see in the picture above), and thirdly, it was getting late that night and we didn't get to finish it on time, so I was suppose to get it done, on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where my Dearest Fiance came into the picture. He was a little reluctant at first, because it was his off-day, but it really meant the world to me when he gave in and offered to help as well. But in the end, I didn't manage to find a bigger box, so Dearest Fiance gave me some bright ideas about how to make do with the box itself, and well, it turned out okay, right? Bff, you have to thank Kelele on this one. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f0879482.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c365dc9f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e7e16b40.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/48cc6868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/53d7e1ec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Ayah also helped me out too; in transporting the end product to Bff's house the night before the ceremony, despite him being exhausted from work and all. And my Dearest Fiance too, for accompanying me as well, even though it was already late that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why my family is my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first-priority&lt;/span&gt;; they would go the extra mile for me, without complaining, and would sacrifice anything just for me, even when nobody else would. Although it is not my ceremony, I really wanted to take the time to post this up thanking the people involved, because they mean the world to me. I love you guys deeply. And I really appreciate every little help and effort, just to make things work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's pretty much all I've got.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back for more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5b3b061f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/143ebdc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay day! Pay day!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5160774687571282570?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5160774687571282570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5160774687571282570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5160774687571282570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5160774687571282570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-week-was-exhausting-yet-well-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5394411269028236234</id><published>2011-03-21T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:46:00.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was, again, Dearest Fiance's off day last Friday and Saturday. I could get used to this, but unfortunately, he can only claim 4 days from the CNY break. So now, I have to go back to complaining and wondering when his next off day will be. Normally it'll be a weekday, hardly ever a weekend. Boohooo! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday, he picked me up from work, again! :D And I don't know why, but he spontaneously wanted to watch the S-league game. I was a little surprised, because for the longest time I've been with him, not once did he mentioned about wanting to support the local talent, until now. Weird, but I still went along with it. We were in a mad rush, and somebody wanted me to show the way to Queenstown Stadium, only to find out later that we were at the wrong location. That somebody never check it out properly lor. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2757.png" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2758.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenstown Stadium is no longer the home-ground. So, hanya Tuhan saje la yang tahu, how dangerously crazy my Dearest Fiance was on the road, and mind you, it was the peak-hour, and he die-die wants to make it on time for the match at Jalan Besar Stadium. He was impatient, and cursing so many drivers who gets in our way, and even kilas a small bike who was hoarding Lane 1 almost half the journey, even when Dearest Fiance tailgated him by a few centimeters only! *shakes-head* I can only pray. HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tak tahu, aku kat dalam hati, baca Al-Fatihah masuk 10 kali, and surah-surah ape yang aku tahu, aku baca. Jantung aku pulak dah kat tekak! Super-scary, you know. But I also must step-macho, act cool je laa, until we finally reached the location SAFELY. Amin. Hahahahaha! And Dearest Fiance, bila dah sampai boleh cakap, 'Wah, I tak pernah bawak sampai gitu sekali sey b. You pun macam rilek je, macam takde pape je, I tengok.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. Tsk. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjong Pagar FC vs Home United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2802.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, this is my first time watching an S-league game 'live'. I was so jakon, and excited, I tell you! Hahahaha! And it is definitely worth the $5 (per-person), cause the team we supported played a one-sided game(?) - this is completely a new term I've learned about soccer. LOL! And well, believe it or not, Dearest Fiance once played for Home United too. That was way back, even before I got to know him also. Fascinating. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2787.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during half-time, we even get to meet Fandi Ahmad, uplose! But well, when we saw him, he was having an interview, so I only manage to get 2 shots of him. I was star-strucked! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2775.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the game ended with the score 6-0. Kesian Tanjong Pagar FC, not even a single goal. I was told that, they have not won any matches so far? Tsk! Kesian. So right after the game, we headed to Mustafa Centre, since it was quite near, and Dearest Fiance wanted to get an air-freshener for Baby-Kecik's new box. And for dinner as well too, I almost forgot to mention that important part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2791.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2804.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2797.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, though my dinner wasn't well-cooked, actually it was over-cooked, I didn't have time to complain about it, cause I was just too hungry. Ape ke tidak, I didn't have breakfast or lunch the entire day. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night a little late, but it was definitely well-spent!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you darling, for the thrilling experience! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Saturday, the plan was to get a new pair of pump shoes for work. And I just wanted to get the exact same shoes at Rubi, but the design I wanted was no longer there anymore. So I settled for a similar one at Giovanna. Quite cheap too, since they were having a 20% off sale. Nothing fancy, just a pair of black peep-toe pumps. Hahaha! I was just too lazy to try a different design laa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we had pizzahut for dinner. I have been wanting to eat pasta for quite awhile now, initially the pasta at Pastamania, but since there is no outlet at Jurong Point, we settled for something similar. Tsk, guess it was a 'settle-for-something-similar' Saturday for me! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2821.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2895.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2870.png" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2869.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2865.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2853.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is something similar (again!) taken on the same day, just different location and time. And I think this is cute and hilarious at the same time. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2849.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;Kk, sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended the night at my place. Dearest Fiance wanted to play video games with Lil Bro. &lt;br /&gt;And anyways, we didn't have any other plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we headed for Insaf for supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2891.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my ice-cream cravings settled too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2887.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/IMG_2893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have my weekend slow down just a little.&lt;br /&gt;But it went by too fast, and I can only look forward to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, everyone! :))&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5394411269028236234?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5394411269028236234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5394411269028236234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5394411269028236234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5394411269028236234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-was-again-dearest-fiances-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6690262941069835793</id><published>2011-03-14T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:29:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last Friday &amp; Saturday was Dearest Fiance's off day. He picked me up from work on Friday, and we set off for Vivo. It has been quite some time now, since we last went out on a proper date, or spent much quality time outside of his comfort zone. So of course, we gotta make full-use of this rare precious time that he has, to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/017f68a5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f6a356ca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneously, he bought 2 pairs of Levis' jeans, which was quite a bargain at $199. And he bought me one as well too. And I'm loving it. :D Thanks, my dear! As quoted from my darling, "$300 gone in just 1 hour. Wow!" LOL! And then we just sat outside, near the fountain area, and had our little catching-up date. I did most of the talking, and Dearest Fiance said I was annoying and also added that I was very becok. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was really nice, cause it feels like time was slowing down for us. And mind you, it has been quite awhile eh, since we last had a hearty chat. Maklom laa, these days, our phone conversations are always less than 1 minute, each time. What to do, both us kan busy kerja, carik duit nak kahwin. Hahahaha! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/132c99af.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f2e7ae9e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0fddfc0f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/156d4d07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with late-night supper at Insaf. &lt;br /&gt;And met again the next morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some things to do that Saturday morning: 1) Pergi kubur, 2) Buy a new box for baby-kecik and 3) Wash and wax Baby-Busa. We did 2/3 things, because of the uncalled for weather changes. And I must add that, the experience at the cemetery was rather overwhelming for me. The last time I've been there, was probably when I was about 5? Still too young and naive to understand such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put it in words how overwhelming it was for me, but it is a feeling that you have to be there to know what it's like. The one part that got me really moved, was when Dearest Fiance was talking to his late-grandad, and a gush of wind blew by us, like as though he was responding to us, (which Dearest Fiance said, he could both hear and see us). I just kept quiet the entire time, because it was my first time, and I don't know what I should say, or do other than sedekah kan Al-Fatihah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with this experience, I  was a little sad, because deep down, I really wish I had a place like that, where I could visit Arwah Atok, and talk to him, like how Dearest Fiance did. :( But nonetheless, it was definitely an experience I will never forget. I would love to come back and visit again, and maybe the next time, I would open up the way Dearest Fiance did. It was a really moving experience. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we then headed to a couple bike shops at Toh Guan, to get a new box for Baby-Kecik. And in case you're wondering, Baby Kecik is Dearest Fiance's side-bike, Spark Z. I didn't quite like the name he gave it, cause it sounds so 'minah'. HAHAH! But since I can't come up with something, or anything better, Baby Kecik it is! Tskk! What to do? Baby Kecik pun Baby Kecik laa eh. Unless, you guys can help me out here with some COOLER names, or something? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e7a67af8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e0dfcf05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon, we had lunch at Jurong East, and then headed back to his place. After a cold shower, Dearest Fiance took his power nap, while I got busy playing games on my iphone. And at some point while I was soo into the game, Dearest Fiance suddenly burst out laughing in his sleep. Ya allah, punye laa serammmm, I tell you. I just sat by his bed and stared at him. I didn't know if I should wake him up, or run out of the room. But, all I did was just sat there, stared at him, and froze. Dahsyat! Selalu ngigau, you know this boy. Macam baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By about 4 plus, when he wake up, I told him what happened, and he completely had no memory of it, and defended himself with, "I penat sangat kerja, sebab tuh asek mengigau je.' -_-" Riiighhhhttttt! ANYWAYS! After the rain subsided (or we thought it did), we decided to just do some cleaning up for Baby-Busa, which recently had her Gold-fering back! Finally!!!! YEY! I have been waiting for quite a loooooong time now, and I'm glad she is back to her original Gold again! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9fabcef7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, back to the story (...), but because of the forever-changing weather, I only manage to polish her rims while Dearest Fiance only did some wiping here and there. The rest of the evening was spent idling around, and by 8pm I was home. That early why, you wondered? Cause Dearest Fiance had plans with his friends at MBS, and I refused to tag along, because I know it'll be awkward for me. And awkward and me don't really go well together in a sentence, or in real-life. If you know what I mean. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Sunday, after sending off Lil Bro for his book-in, the family headed to Change Village for dinner. There wasn't much choices there, but the cockles was definitely my favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/25ef12c8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/345eab06.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3c2f93ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3104dc0d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/2e3f1b94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that's pretty much it, for my weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the upcoming one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, readers!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6690262941069835793?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6690262941069835793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6690262941069835793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6690262941069835793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6690262941069835793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-last-friday-and-saturday-was-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8697461838238635441</id><published>2011-03-07T15:42:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:10:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Initially, I wanted to blog yesterday. But I was too tired, that by the time I got home, I couldn't even be bothered to switch on the lappie. Tskk! It was the 6th yesterday, and it is our first ever annimonthsary, that we spent apart; Dearest Fiance went touring the entire day to Melaka with his friends, while I went for Sabariman's engagement and then to visit baby Rayhan at Dearest Fiance's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, mentioning about Baby Rayhan, I'd like to introduce to you the newest addition in the family tree, Dearest Fiance's 2nd baby nephew. He was born last Thursday, 3rd March at 12:12pm. Super duper adorable laa! And Baby Rayhan have dimples too! Gerammm! I wanted to curi the photo of him showing off his dimples, from Dearest Fiance's mama iphone, but terlupa laa. So for now, I'll just make do with what I have aje la eh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e82f47bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3dc0c06d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0c9a2e35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c49bb39c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/02ccc626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, babies don't do much, they sleep(ALOT!), drink milk, poot-poot, cry &amp;amp; sleep again. Good life ah, I jealous. Abang Rayyan was definitely very excited. When Rayhan grows up, he'll have somebody to play with, everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, here are some massive photos we took at Sabariman's engagement. I feel a little weird, cause I haven't met them for years already! But, being the primary school bullies they all have been, it was definitely a nice little reunion, especially when my own distant-cousin couldn't recognize me. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/199700_10150165209781802_741536801_8274190_2369196_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/190010_10150165209931802_741536801_8274191_1086934_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/183618_10150165210071802_741536801_8274193_7644506_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/188742_10150165210471802_741536801_8274202_1888696_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/26a18d8d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b21df8c4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0ddf6f50.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/27fc87ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/fca44ee7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/dbd8a87f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see them again, although there were only 6 of us. Hahaha! The rest of the afternoon was spent at Dearest Fiance's, until he got back from Melaka. By the time he got home, he was already down with high fever. The night before, he did mentioned that his throat wasn't feeling too good. I never expected his condition to get worst, and when it did, I was terrified to tears. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I actually cried, cause I was extremely worried about him. And being Dearest Fiance, he is extremely stubborn! Nak makan panadol pun susah, you know! And he stubbornly insist that he have to go to work, when I told him not to. How not to worry, you tell me, everything I say also he don't want to listen. :( But alhamdulilah, he is feeling a little better today, and though I have a feeling he just said that to make me feel better, I am relieved to be assured that it is nothing serious. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instagr.am(ing) mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 466px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/595d9fee.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 466px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b2017de7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8697461838238635441?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8697461838238635441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8697461838238635441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8697461838238635441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8697461838238635441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/initially-i-wanted-to-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8900138315996410675</id><published>2011-02-28T14:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:37:50.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this point, I really feel like my body can no longer function normally. From the ending of 2010 up till now, I've completely lost count, how many times I've fallen ill already. I can't afford to get anymore MC, because work is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mandatory&lt;/span&gt;. And I can't let my poor health get in the way, anymore. Come what may, I'll still drag my a** down to work, even if it kills me. People say health is priority, but if you're in my position, and you've dealt with all that I've gone through, you'll think that's a whole lotta crap to say. Believe me, you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crucial year for me, and I don't have the time to sit around and watch things happen for me anymore. And with this body malfunctioning all the time, it is making me literally go crazy, cause alotta money is spent on doctor fees, when that amount could add up to a whole month of saving! I'm not money-minded, but I do mind where and what my money is counted for, especially during this expensive-peak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my health is not improving, then I'll just have to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;What other options do I have? I can't change my body, can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8900138315996410675?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8900138315996410675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8900138315996410675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8900138315996410675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8900138315996410675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-this-point-i-really-feel-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3067393237599550750</id><published>2011-02-22T09:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:19:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There were 2 things that I was excited about last weekend; Mama's 45th Birthday and Annoying Lil Bro's first book-out. We had a feast; Saturday at IMM's Secret Recipe. And Sunday at Changi Airport's Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely disappointed with Secret Recipe's service. I don't know what's worst, the lack of variety in the menu, or the way the staff were working that day. It was slow (when there's hardly a crowd there) and for the most part, the staff were just sitting around, doing nothing. But, on a positive note, I didn't expect that little part when they played the birthday song for Mama, when they came to learn it's her birthday. It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/2-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that would be the LAST TIME I'll ever dine at Secret Recipe. I am just very particular about these little things, especially good service. I believe that if the eatery provides atrocious service, the food they serve will be twice as bad. And I don't intend to spend MORE when they put in LESS effort. Now I know why the place is never crowded. Such a disappointment, especially on a VERY important occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Sunday, after fetching Lil Bro from Pasir Ris, we headed for Changi Airport for dinner. I was so glad that the service provided there was a step up from our first experience! It was definitely not a waste to go to the other far end of Singapore just for dinner. And if you have been following me in Facebook, you will pretty much know how glad and excited I was to see Lil Bro again, after 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the jumbled-up photos, the rest are all in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/184185_200600693286081_100000084560563_789820_5450796_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c1db203f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f35149a6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4a46fd80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/cfc42ab0.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/cca6c5bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1419e593.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a345ac0e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/183510_200665149946302_100000084560563_790331_1687470_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/181543_200665209946296_100000084560563_790332_6689164_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/185696_200665296612954_100000084560563_790333_5733297_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/180141_200666783279472_100000084560563_790350_5836675_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was definitely a nice family weekend!&lt;br /&gt;And I hope Mama had a great time, despite SR bad service, of course! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 674px; width: 484px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f2dc18d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nanakelele"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll answer logical questions, even from anonymous users. Any questions?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3067393237599550750?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3067393237599550750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3067393237599550750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3067393237599550750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3067393237599550750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-are-2-things-that-i-was-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-9205109076722518114</id><published>2011-02-16T12:06:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:14:04.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to give blogging amiss this month. But, I think it is quite unfair for my memories to be put on-hold, just because I am faced with one of the worst obstacles, ever in my life, right now. It even resulted in some massive friends-filtering, because I felt a pinch of hypocrisy with a certain group of people. So there, I've said it, and I've gone through it. I've survived it, and I'm moving on from it. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, last week I was down with fever &amp;amp; throat infection (again!). I do realized that this has been recurring throughout the last few months. And it is really worrying me a lot. Out of the five working days, I only manage to get through to one hell of a Wednesday. It was the longest day at work, cause I was shivering through my teeth, the entire day. I even wore two sweaters over a long-sleeve top. That was how bad it was. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/28750b0c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I didn't want to waste $$$ on doctor fees, again. I mean come on, kaya raya doctor aku, balek-balek muka aku je kat sana. :'( But it got to a point that I was desperate, cause my previous medication has finished, and panadols and the normal cough mixtures isn't exactly making me feel any better. I needed proper medicines and most importantly, I needed to rest; I could barely even walk straight! So, I gave in, and took two days MC. And I'm much better now, alhamdulilah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal relationship grew even stronger (alhamdulilah) from the challenging obstacle I was facing, as stated on the first paragraph. My Dearest Fiancé was there at my most breaking point. He assured me that it will all be okay, and that even if things were to fall apart, he will be there for me and help me get through it. Of course, that was what I needed; someone to hold me together when I feel so torned apart. I was grateful, and at the same time I did learnt a very valuable lesson too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you Dearest Fiancé, you have been sucha sweetheart laa darlingg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 2 human-reflex reaction after reading this; it's either you'll go 'awwwww' or you will go 'euwwwwww'. 'Euwwwww' is a bad-reflex from my haters, obviously, or those yang jealous laa. Lol! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 210px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ddd98a23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, since this all getting on a very sweet note, we also went out on a random-date last week too, mainly for Dearest Fiancé to shop for some basic necessities, and lunch/dinner after that! I lovee it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/78919a4d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a046d30d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, work has taken over our life these days, so there's really not much to update, since we hardly meet up, ever go out or camwhore that much too. Hahaha, but yes, we are still the same, every day. Amin. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, here are some random pictures from my instagr.am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ee71ba0d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3392588a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f006cb68.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8678b199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-9205109076722518114?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9205109076722518114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=9205109076722518114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/9205109076722518114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/9205109076722518114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wanted-to-give-blogging-amiss-this.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2614589319278578220</id><published>2011-02-08T16:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:23:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I hope your CNY long weekend went pretty amazing, like mine. Mine is a day longer cause I'm on leave today. My health has been really poor lately, and I am worried sick about it. I've been taking some vitamins, hoping that it'll improve my immune system, and I guess, it has no effect on me? Or maybe it has, but I haven't been eating well, I guess? Either way, I hope I would get well soon. Insya-allah. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long weekend has been occupied with family events; kenduri-selamat for Lil Bro (as we speak) gone for his NS, bowling, cousins outing, dinner and sending off Lil Bro to Tekong. I have tons of pictures to share, but I will upload some here. And you can browse through the rest in my Facebook albums instead laa eh. All of them are already uploaded there, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll start with the kenduri and bowling on Friday evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00997.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01046.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01050.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday was the cousins trip to Town, Bugis and Beach Rd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/588d34f2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3-3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Moriqua's dinner treat at East Coast Food Village, before sending Lil Bro off to NS the following morning. We took very little pictures, cause we were too hungry to even camwhore that much. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Moriqua for the perut-nak-meletup treat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the day that we have all been waiting for; the day we send off Lil Bro to Tekong. It was quite an interesting experience, cause it is the first time for the family (minus Moriqua, cause she seems like she has 'gone through' the phase before. She was Miss Know It All, that morning). Hahahaha! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Fiancé slept over on Sunday night, as we had to get up as early as 6:30AM on a gloomy Monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;So that explains our morning-faces photos. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01139.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e968da6d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ae3a84a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8634cb7a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f5c06ced.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a6e21b0e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01189.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7d999568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/94516ac2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/23c92a17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the tour around Tekong, definitely. But I hate going into the lecture rooms, for basic-lectures about NS-life. I don't really 'do good' in a classroom. It brings back all the boring memories of 'studying'. Hahahahah! But all in all, it was exciting, and an eye-opener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the first night without him at home, was the hardest night, especially for Mama. But I am sure Lil Bro would embrace this important phase of being a Man as days go by. Insya-allah, 2 weeks will fly by before we know it, and I'm excited to see his new hairstyle! Hahahah! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I'll sum up this pictorial entry for now.&lt;br /&gt;There are many other stories to share, but that'll come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2614589319278578220?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2614589319278578220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2614589319278578220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2614589319278578220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2614589319278578220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-hope-your-cny-long-weekend-went.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2839812744610183303</id><published>2011-02-01T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:33:07.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend was pretty much all about the wedding combo. I was mostly distracted, and off track with myself, but I try not to let it get in the way. After all, it is an important occasion, and we all had to rewang. Everything went pretty well, and despite the thunderstorm, it was definitely an awwsome wedding combo! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/165194_194782350534582_100000084560563_749016_2423361_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0da5e909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/07499a6d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/61b7a2e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he didn't get his dream adidas cap on his birthday, I'm glad he loved this one just as much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/2aca4495.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/180222_194934223852728_100000084560563_749940_3736396_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/163853_194930607186423_100000084560563_749907_5508722_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/179431_194935180519299_100000084560563_749959_2409323_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the pengantin, we also had an outfit change for the wedding dinner. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/180690_194936610519156_100000084560563_749990_6813788_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/326c6577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/167842_194936653852485_100000084560563_749991_1957350_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already uploaded the rest in Facebook. Feel free to browse through. And have I mentioned that I haven't met Dearest Fiancé for over a week now? Sighh. I am missing him terribly, and I won't be able to meet him until CNY is over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cobaan.&lt;/span&gt; And oh, it is already the 1st of February, and another month is added to our engagement monthsary. Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great long weekend all!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2839812744610183303?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2839812744610183303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2839812744610183303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2839812744610183303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2839812744610183303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-weekend-was-pretty-much-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3224673696760793718</id><published>2011-01-27T10:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:08:24.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be honest, I have no inspiration to blog laa actually. But then again, I promised myself to put in some effort here, cause this is something that I've been doing my whole life. Back then, when I was old enough to write and draw, I expressed my thoughts and feelings through art. And then in Primary School, we were encouraged to write our own journals; technically to improve on our writing skills, but I love expressing myself that I continued journalling through my Secondary School years too. I even had a personal journal with the school logo at the front page. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, how can I stop something that has already become a part of who I am. I tried, but no matter how hard I wanted to stop, it gets a tad lot harder and harder every time. It's like a bad habit that need &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;centuries&lt;/span&gt; to get rid off. Tskk! And I can't live without a space for my own thoughts, and precious memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's besides the reason why I'm blogging right now. LOL! I wanted to share about my hair transition. :D And it took me about a week to finally get myself satisfied! I dreaded going to salons, mainly because I am &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=166733546166"&gt;weaslaphobic&lt;/a&gt;. It's not something I'm proud of, but it is a constant fear that I can never overcome. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a silly phobia, but every time I walked into a hair-salon, it gives me the creeps. And when I see the hairdresser holding a pair of sharp scissors, and the thought of having her snipping off my hair, really gives me goosebumps, and I would close my eyes and pray I won't look like a freak, when she's done. Well yes, I am serious, that's what I would do and did previously, when I needed to get my hair trimmed. The hairdresser could even tell that I was scared, and she was really sweet to comfort me, and tell me it's okay to be fussy and she wouldn't do more than she supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she could see my phobia written all over my face at that point of time. It is very embarrassing, you know. But I don't know how in the world I would ever over come this stupid fear! Ughhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first transition of what the china-hairdresser did to my hair, after rebonding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was insecure. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VERY INSECURE&lt;/span&gt; with it, because I feel like a freakshow with 2 different hair-lengths. Some of my colleagues thought I had extensions done. I looked ridiculous, and I almost wanted to 'edit' my own hair, but decided not to. I asked Mama, if she could do it for me, but she told me to go to the salon instead. It took me about 3 days to find the courage 1) to talk Dearest Fiance into letting me do something about it, and 2) to walk into the salon, ALONE and deal with my phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to get my hair trimmed (as stated in the earlier paragraphs), and after a grueling session at the salon, and being ridiculously fussy with the hairdresser, for a good LONG 20 minutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1a804da2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7228c302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c5145908.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f368f43b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still not satisfied because my hair was super jetblack. And some colleagues even thought I dyed it jetblack. BFF even said it looked like I'm wearing a wig, at some point. LOL. I didn't do anything to it, that's my original hair colour, people. LOL! I was still unsatisfied, and I wanted some dyed-out colour in my hair. And it took me 2 days to talk Dearest Fiance into dying my hair for me. Hahahah! I wanted something different; so I did undertones, which turned out just nice. I like how it still retain my jetblack hair, just as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/20a9eae2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/02d1e65e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8eed82ea.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my very grumpy Dearest Fiance who stands in as my hairdresser, who also, did an amazing job at colouring my hair despite being very agitated with me, half the time! Hahahahah! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, despite my embarrassing phobia, I am satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;VERY SATISFIED INDEED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3224673696760793718?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3224673696760793718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3224673696760793718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3224673696760793718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3224673696760793718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-be-honest-i-have-no-inspiration-to.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5050134772192950242</id><published>2011-01-21T09:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:14:28.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I am down with a very bad flu, cough and fever, since Tuesday night. And no words can describe how miserable I feel, to fall sick again, especially after recovering from a bad throat infection that undeniably took about a week to go away. And to add to that, that's not even a month ago. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the brighter side of things, it was Annoying Little Brother's 19th birthday last Wednesday, and we went for dinner at IMM's Swensens. I had vouchers to redeem by February, and I know that I won't be going there anytime soon with my baby, so why not have it redeemed on an important occasion, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, (by we, I meant us four, except Ayah cause he don't like western-food) had a splendid catching up time and loadsa laughters too. It has been quite sometime since I last sat down with them for a really good meal. And I'm glad that we all had a great time together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy, who will be going for his NS next month. Dah besar adek aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b6ffc00f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ae8ffb73.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1ea8707f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d8d288d9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera is getting very annoying these days, macam nak jual aje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/163640_192495690763248_100000084560563_734592_2454621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/85895cb7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0329.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/6a6657bb.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1ebef989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/cf367c1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/43a453d5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b19c9e9a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess whose wallet belongs to whom? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 674px; width: 484px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d9a31809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, before we left, we had desserts. And as you all know, we've gotta have the Birthday Firehouse, cause it's free. And who doesn't like free stuff? You tell me! The family behind us was also celebrating their kid's birthday and I find it quite hilarious, when they sang the birthday song loudly. Macam nak challenge dengan kita je. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqah's rule was after a heavy meal, we should walk around, so perut tak boncit, and let it digest or something like that? LOL. So yes, we walked around, and Mom bought some accessories for next week, and we did some shopping at Giant as well too. Mainly to prep the little boy for his NS. Tskk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our last stop, as usual, the sushi counter. Mak aku dah addicted sangat dengan sushi, that every time we go to IMM, it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; to get at least $15 worth of sushi. Aiyoyooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/98dbbe0f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/20a9eae2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Till my next worthy entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5050134772192950242?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5050134772192950242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5050134772192950242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5050134772192950242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5050134772192950242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/firstly-i-am-down-with-very-bad-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-4397818097456009698</id><published>2011-01-16T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:05:15.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I am back in contact with my long lost sister. And I couldn't have been more happier that she managed to find me in Facebook! So, I met her last Friday night after work, to catch up with things, and have dinner at Long John Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/af9526e6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/53995ed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I forgot to mention the important part. She is married now, and is blessed with a beautiful babygirl, Dasierra Ellesya, whom in my opinion, is a splitting image of her mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0322.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0323.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0324.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut short the night cause by about 8.30pm, Baby Ellesya was already fast asleep. But it was definitely a wonderful night! I managed to catch up on some of the most important things in her life, and we intend to meet up again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad Facebook existed! Without Facebook, I wouldn't know how else we were able to be in touch again. HAHAHAHAH! Thank god for Facebook! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-4397818097456009698?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4397818097456009698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=4397818097456009698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4397818097456009698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4397818097456009698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/recently-i-am-back-in-contact-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3071964035568334771</id><published>2011-01-15T20:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:53:20.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My week, to begin with, was a roller-coaster ride. I was a ball of emotions all through the week. And it mainly revolved around work and my personal life. It has been quite tough, but alhamdulilah, everything went well, nonetheless. And I'm glad that's over. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main hi-light of the week was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/bc97cd5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite difficult for me to make up my mind, because all 3 options seems really tempting. In the end, after much feedbacks and opinions, I went for rebonding. And I'm glad I did! Now I don't have to spend much time worrying about my hair or bad-hair days anymore! Heheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took half-day leave last Thursday mainly for my 'hair-appointment' and also because it was Dearest Fiancé's off-day. :D So, Dearest Fiancé picked me up from work during lunch. He was in a foul-mood at that point of time, so I tried my best not to get on his nerves. We went to The Cheese Prata Shop first for lunch, and OMG, that would definitely be the last time we'll ever go there for a meal anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both ordered different kinds of nasi goreng, and the food was terrible. I pitied Dearest Fiancé the most, cause he hadn't had much to eat, since his Mama is still in Aussie, and his sister, heavily pregnant. So there isn't much cooking at home. And to expect that kind of service from them, really pissed him off, BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario - first, we ordered 'Milo Ice' thinking it would be made from scratch. But no, they served us the 'air-kotak' version. We still tolerated with that, and drank it anyway. My order was Nasi Goreng Cili Padi, with no veggie. And after waiting for a long time, which we really understand why - cause it was the busy lunch-hour, my nasi goreng came, and has ALOT of veggie. I think there were more greens than the rice itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have it changed, but Dearest Fiancé told me not to be fussy and just eat it anyway. I went along with him, when normally I would start making a big deal about it. But not that day,  not when my baby's in a really foul mood. That's like suicide, you know! Hahahah. So okay, I ate it anyway - alone. I wasn't sure what went on with Dearest Fiancé, but half the time I was eating, he was elsewhere, on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he finally came back, (mind you, he was VERY VERY hungry), he frowned at the nasi goreng, because it doesn't look appetizing at all, and took his first bite. He hated it. The rice was hard, and it was bland. No taste at all. He only took 3 bites, and shoved the plate to the wall, spilling all the rice on the table. I bite my lips, when people started giving us the 'WTH'-look. I wasn't sure what to do, but I really sympathize with my baby, since he was practically starving already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then told me to wait at the bike, while he confronted the people there. I wasn't sure what happened exactly, but I could see how pissed off he was. He wasn't trying to be difficult. It is because the food was really really that bad, and he wanted them to know that. We walked away, without even paying a single cent. When we left, Dearest Fiancé mumbled angrily, "They call that nasi goreng! Puas hati kasi aku makan kerak goreng, lagi bagus!" So, The Cheese Prata Shop, even for your '#1 Prata Shop in SG' banner, we have officially black-list you, for your 'kerak goreng' and Milo Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on, that afternoon, right after the worst lunch ever, we made way to Evolution Hub Salon. I am confident about that salon, particularly because I've rebonded my hair there once, with Fiqah, Kak Ti, Cik Yayah and Cik Lolok. The service there is superb and almost immediately. So, while I got my hair done, Dearest Fiancé left me, to run some errands for baby-busa with his buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b13dc381.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/bd6dfde0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a 4-hours process, and when it is finally done, and paid for by my baby, (Thank you, my dearest love!!!!), we decided to head for IMM. Dearest Fiancé initially wanted to buy something for himself there, but couldn't find anything. So we then decided to have dinner (note that my baby hadn't had breakfast or lunch!) He wanted to try Secret Recipe, but changed his mind. Hahahah! So we went to Swensens instead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c72e70e7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/60a0b0d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Fiancé and his Curry Chicken Baked Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e3cadecd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicious Prawn Dipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/63061926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my all-time favourite, Salmon N Mushroom Cabonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8a3c4596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a splendid time during dinner.  Laughing and just talking about everything we could think of, since we haven't met for quite some time and because of that, at some point during the week, we felt like we were drifting apart. But that night, I was really thankful that, it has gotten us much closer instead. Alhamdulilah. Despite all the misunderstandings, insecurities and differences, we still manage to compromise, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why, it has made us a lot stronger, with time.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Dearest Fiancé, truckloads! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for another important entry, hopefully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everybody! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3071964035568334771?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3071964035568334771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3071964035568334771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3071964035568334771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3071964035568334771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-week-to-begin-with-was-roller.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5861647834578403406</id><published>2011-01-11T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:29:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I have learned not to worry about love. But to honor its coming, with all my heart." - Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Cik Lolok invited Fiqah, Kak Ti and Me to join her at Marina Bay Sands. It was a little impromptu since the 3 of us were from work, that Friday evening. But I was soooo excited, I couldn't contained myself from counting down the hours till I knocked off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I meet up with Kak Ti at Harbourfront and then Fiqah at Outram(Ouh-Nan-Yuen). Hahaha! I love saying it in Chinese. :D It sounds soo COOL! So anyways, we took a walk from Marina Bay, and got lost halfway, thanks to me. HAHAHAHA! I was confident about walking in the mall, (when there were constructions going on). But it is very different now, and I got a little confused! Fiqah ended up asking for directions from the concierge. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets fast-forward to some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Others are already upload in FB, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/167947_189015877777896_100000084560563_708900_3529718_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34810_189017727777711_100000084560563_708943_4931961_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a5cd59ed.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7fafd69d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveee this picture that Little Ardrianna took for us. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/167618_189016534444497_100000084560563_708918_330864_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/167559_189016587777825_100000084560563_708919_7212550_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/166250_189016644444486_100000084560563_708920_3929709_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/97868178.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d55222e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/166252_189584684387682_100000084560563_714275_3588395_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That HUGE bed is very comfortable, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36254_189016481111169_100000084560563_708917_3759306_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair was incredibly comfortable despite its' looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/167240_189017044444446_100000084560563_708928_1579618_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/13ca9d38.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/514fef0f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an exciting and exhilarating experience, and although we didn't stay the night or get to swim at the skypark, it was definitely a lot of fun! Maklom laa, kita nih kan jakon giler. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5861647834578403406?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5861647834578403406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5861647834578403406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5861647834578403406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5861647834578403406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-learned-not-to-worry-about-love.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6864683238123360781</id><published>2011-01-07T10:13:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:43:16.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Don't say you love somebody and then change your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love isn't like picking what movie you want to watch." - Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, dah tak tau kenape laa kan, my Dearest Fiancé randomly texted me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 6th, 2011 6:37 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B, I nak tau kenape you suka Negro eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 6th, 2011 6:48 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha! Can you don't be so random. I don't like Negros! I just happened to like an artist who is an African-American. Okay? Hahahahah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 6th, 2011 6:48 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Samer pe tuh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 6th, 2011 6:50 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's different lor. Macam you suka Rihanna and Keyshia Cole. Diorang pun negro. It's not because they are black, you like them what. Hahahaha! -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 6th, 2011 6:51 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's because they are damn hottttt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 6th, 2011 6:51 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just prove my point, my dear. Hahahaha."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the night before, we were having a small debate about the artists that we like. I didn't appreciate it when he likes a Malaysian artist, which is Amy Search's daughter, a very controversial-actress. I literally "EUW" in his face because he was emphasizing on how 'hot' she is and anyway, as compared to ANY Hollywood artists, who are these Malaysian artists on the map, right? LOL. Yes, I am very stereo-type in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am not the 'Suria-channel' kind of person. I don't even keep up with which Malaysian artist marry who, what sex-scandals they got into and such. It's absurd, and lame. -_-" So my Dearest Fiancé pun tak happy and demand an explanation for my disgusted reaction. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I compared them to the people in Hollywood laa, what else. Hahahahah! He even said, "Abeh dari you. Suka yang negro-negro, Taio Cruz la, Fabregas laa." I laughed and said, "Fabregas is not a negro ok. And, at least they earn alot more, like millions of dollars lor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was where the random text-messages started.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was still unsatisfied with our debate last night. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes-head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6864683238123360781?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6864683238123360781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6864683238123360781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6864683238123360781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6864683238123360781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-say-you-love-somebody-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-72921925408209349</id><published>2011-01-06T10:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:07:27.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Peter Ustinov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my photobucket album, looking for a good enough picture for today's update. And, I stumble upon this 'love-montage' I did, some 2-3 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/beforenafter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now thinking about doing up a new 'updated' version of this.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, when I have the time laa, not now though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the liberty of updating because it is January 6th, and it is my anniversary. I lost count how long it has been exactly, but it is our 4th year, roughly. And today is a very very important day for me, and Dearest Fiancé. We are not planning on anything special, but it's the thought that counts, so they say? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's meant for you, me, and us, Dearest Fiancé.&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, endlessly. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's reminisce, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our virgin-date to Vivocity, in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 322px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/xoutram.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih zaman-zaman neoprints lagi HOT laa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/OnHisBirthday.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/xxlovexx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This were after work, when I got my first job as an Accounts Assistant in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/Us-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the bold-bangs hairdo I tried in 2007 that Dearest Fiancé love, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC04216.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/feoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06818.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC00460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07622.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/Picture5-123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those good old memories, that I don't ever want to loose.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I continue on, this will be a really long update already. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried digging up old pictures of Dearest Fiancé past bikes pictures, but all that lot were saved in my old pc, and that pc is long dead already. So, to make up for it, I'll try to remember to take pictures of them when I'm at his house, kay. Believe it or not, all his past bikes pictures are pasted on his fridge. I'll update about that, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, in summary, his past bikes 'grow' with our relationship, ever since 2006. I can still remember the first time he enrolled for class 2B. It was a long process, and when he finally got the license, he bought a white XR scrambler as his very first bike. And after a couple of months, he upgraded to a red and black WR scrambler. And then, finally to a black and orange KTM scrambler pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, he has a huge fascination for dirt-biking, and all things that has got to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;Until, he enrolled for Class 2A, and changed to this super4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, he enrolled for Class 2, and settled for a bigger bike, K8. And finally, now he owns Spark Z as a side bike and baby-busa. And I'll make sure this two will be the last, he'll ever change. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/156855_178910852121732_100000084560563_633515_1915155_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby-Busa, is of course, a different temporary colour for the time being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is like a long pictorial summary about Dearest Fiancé and I.&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it, for now, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-72921925408209349?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/72921925408209349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=72921925408209349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/72921925408209349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/72921925408209349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-browsing-through-my-photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1154753449387233790</id><published>2011-01-01T20:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:33:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2011 to everyone, first and foremost. Starting this brand new year would mean a brand new way to my old habits, nothing futuristic, just same old, same old. Maybe I'll try to better myself in some ways, but who am I kidding? You can set goals and resolutions, but how many would actually stick by it for the 365 days, 2011 has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the best of the new year's spirit, I'll pray for a blessed all year round goodness for everyone - be it for my loved ones, especially my dearest Fiance, my dear friends, families and even haters too. There's a space for everyone on the internet, and I'm sure there's a place for you in the world too. No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more reserved these days, and I think this is a new step for me. I don't wish to share as much, nor share too little either. But balancing both is not exactly easy. My life has pretty much revolved around my most personal space, and I do not know how to share that piece of my life anymore. And well, I believe, in time, I might as well close this space down cause not only I am boring like that, but because I think I've bore people too much here, for almost 4 years of my blogging life already. Tsk! I think that's long enough. Don't you think so too? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, closing 2010 with a bacterial throat infection ordeal for 5 freakin' days was tormenting. I didn't go to work for the last entire week of 2010, because of it. That was how serious it is. And this is the second time in a year that I was down with throat infection. (The first time was way back in May, according to my doctor). Thank god, my manager was a very understanding and caring lady. Dearest Fiance and I were afraid that my poor attendance for the week would jeopardize my job, but it didn't. Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This terrible sickness (I am still recovering, fyi) really opened my eyes that health is still priority, even though I see my work as "do-or-die". In my terms, if I'm not around, no one else would take on my jobscope. So come Monday, I have a PILE of work to clear and I'm not looking forward to that. NO-SIR-REE! But I am just glad, I am recovering well, and Mama, despite her being really ill for as long as I've been, took very good care of me. The huge sacrifice of a mother, that has no match in this world. Love you to bits, MOM. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, have I mentioned that the week before this sickness, I was down with eye infection too. Damn suay lor. HAHAHAHA! It has been a tough end for the last 2 weeks of 2010 for me. But, it's all good now, alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC04129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2011, what have you got in stores for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1154753449387233790?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1154753449387233790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1154753449387233790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1154753449387233790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1154753449387233790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011-to-everybody-first-and.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3366955251966381468</id><published>2010-12-20T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:38:17.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the entire weekend was spent with basically family. And I have loadsa pictos to share. I know that I haven't been updating much about my love-life, cause Dearest Fiance and I hardly spend much time together, and in the event that we do, we do not 'camwhore', since we only meet up for a short while, have dinner at his place and that's pretty much it. It was always a short meet-up but I love each one, most definitely! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alhamdulilah, we are both coping on just fine, though we still need much adjusting to do with the minimal time we have for each other. Or more to, how much time he have to squeeze in just for me, now that he's juggling two jobs around the clock almost every single day. That's a huge sacrifice from him, just for us. How can I not love him more and more every day for what he does, for us, right? Love you, Don Carlos ku. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here are the many many pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent accompanying Kak Ti to Geylang, for breakfast and also to get her faux lashes touched up. Afterwhich, we headed back to her place, and later that afternoon, brought the kids to the new mini-arcade, or 'Bugis' as what Irfan would call it, at IMM, for them to let loose! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0269.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/641130fe.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/effeda2c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7a8104e1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4a57d5f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0281.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0283.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0287.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0290.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/75c31310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your Monday isn't turning out so well, just like mine (I'm on urgent-leave cause of 'suspected' sore eyes), then maybe Isyraf Faiq can cheer you up with all his adorable little poses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0273.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0272.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSCN0276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my Monday blues entry.&lt;br /&gt;Will update, when I have something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3366955251966381468?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3366955251966381468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3366955251966381468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3366955251966381468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3366955251966381468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-entire-weekend-was-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3349113605643298123</id><published>2010-12-16T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:53:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what went on last weekend:&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictos are already uploaded in FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Kak Ain! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/63495_182753491737468_100000084560563_658015_8096055_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/163740_182751645070986_100000084560563_657985_7407402_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies eh, come tomorrow, it will officially be my 6 months here in UNI Strategic. Alhamdulilah. There are so many ups and downs here, but I'm glad that through it all, I still got a nice pay-check at the end of the month. It's not much, but I'm thankful, nonetheless. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to revamp my little space today, and well, just give it a new look. Not exactly new laa, I just rearranged everything and untangle all the wires underneath my table. Gosh, it was in so much mess, that it actually took me like half an hour to untangle them all. Yes, 30 freakin' minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not done yet, but this is what I've done so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BEFORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5453d199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AFTER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a1a8b21c-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy 6 months-worksary to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with where I am, just not everyday laa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3349113605643298123?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3349113605643298123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3349113605643298123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3349113605643298123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3349113605643298123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-what-went-on-last-weekend-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8761866279067200205</id><published>2010-12-13T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:25:55.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot to blog about actually, especially with all that has been going on. And have I mentioned, I only get to spend like 3 hours with Dearest Fiance, last Friday evening, in the whole of last week? Sad, you know. :'( And we wouldn't get to meet at all, for the whole of this week. With that, I foresee that, this is definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to be one of my best week, ever to date. Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beginning of today alone, I'm already like a mad woman, running around, multi-tasking so many different things. Until, at one point, I seriously feel like packing up my bag and head home. Seriously, I didn't sign up for this shit. But for the sake of my boss, I do it anyway, no matter how much I really hate it. And anyways, I just wanted to get it over and done with. And I'm so damn glad it is all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get the pictos uploaded from my camera soon.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some from the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c685741d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0753eafb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d5fbdf7d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1d5e826a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8761866279067200205?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8761866279067200205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8761866279067200205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8761866279067200205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8761866279067200205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-lot-to-blog-about-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-339286708899304845</id><published>2010-12-07T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:25:48.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be really honest, I get jealous whenever I see a group of girls hanging out. I missed having my group of girls back then. The ones I would always count on, for everything. I'm not saying I don't need Dearest Fiance, I DO. He has his group of friends, and I must add, MANY group of friends, from everywhere. And when he hang out with them, I'm probably at home, watching TV, cause I don't have many girlfriends to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my entire time mostly out with him, or family. Hardly with any friends. He's a social butterfly, and I'm not. I'm more reserved, and well, just better off having one or two good friends and that's all that matters. But every girl wants to have her own clique. That clique where you would hang out all the time, go window shopping, cam-whore and flood each other photo albums with nothing but pictures of the same beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I can count with just one hand how many real girl-friends I have left. Sure, I get jealous when I see a clique of girl friends, but with a group of girls, there's bound to be gossips, two-sides of every story plus all the dramas and whatnots. And I've promised myself not to get involved in all that crap anymore. I told myself that it is a good thing to be envious, but at the same time, I refuse to leave myself open just to fit right in, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had several bad experiences, and I don't wish to torture myself into believing it won't happen again. That's why I'm more guarded (and paranoid) now, and I do not trust people (or myself) that easily. Unlike family, we can choose our friends. So yes, that's basically what I'm doing now. Don't take this the wrong way, it is just something I've always wanted to blog about, but didn't know how to go about doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is pretty much all I've got now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/?action=view&amp;amp;current=76731_179090085437142_100000084560563_634556_5331519_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 611px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/76731_179090085437142_100000084560563_634556_5331519_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very much lighter note, I still have no clue what to get for a colleague for the Christmas Gift Exchange ceremony next week. God! I need to go shopping, and with Dearest Fiance hectic schedule, I hope he would spare an evening for me, one of these days. I miss him. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-339286708899304845?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/339286708899304845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=339286708899304845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/339286708899304845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/339286708899304845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-be-really-honest-i-get-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3774032638499953986</id><published>2010-12-02T10:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:51:11.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every two person in a relationship has gone through thick and thin together. &lt;br /&gt;Until today, I still have no clue which is the good thing: thick or thin? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, take a listen to this song:&lt;br /&gt;(Personally, I love the meaningful lyrics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9iv6sgyrF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9iv6sgyrF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3774032638499953986?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3774032638499953986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3774032638499953986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3774032638499953986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3774032638499953986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-couple-has-gone-through-thick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1676902279663796571</id><published>2010-11-29T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:28:43.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my flu-bug is staying for good. I've been this sick since Thursday and has shown no signs of improvement. Well, aside from all the irregular times that I decided to pop the pills, that's pretty much how long it has been, and it sure does bothers me. But, I'm staying as oblivious as I could, cause I just refuse to spend my pay (which need I mention, pay-day is tomorrow) on doctor fees. Sucha waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, despite this flu-bug going around, and the LONGGG monsoon season, that doesn't seem to stop us from having a random picnic yesterday. I didn't want to limit myself from having a good time there since this is the FIRST (and probably, the only one) family picnic, in 2010 alone! We used to have loadsa picnics back in the days, but god knows why it suddenly stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main hi-light was Captain Ball with the cousins. Being this 'rusty', I'm all sores and aches everywhere! Ouchhhh! That, of course made me feel alot worst today, especially when it is MONDAY, and with the flu, and come and go fever, and all the muscle cramps and such. I am such a complain queen, so as I've been told. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be uploading the pictos from the camera soon. Probably tonight or tomorrow night, depending on how I'll cope with this flu. And no, I'm not uploading them here. Just in FB, so, wait for those. That'll come from Fiqah's camera and my new baby, of course! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/62147a1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1a3355d9.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c84d8ba1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be excited for pay-day, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1676902279663796571?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1676902279663796571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1676902279663796571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1676902279663796571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1676902279663796571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-my-flu-bug-is-staying-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-4768599987285386986</id><published>2010-11-23T15:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:24:56.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is probably long overdue, and perhaps forgotten? But, I should stick to what I've promised - to share the prize that I've got for being the 'Employee of the Month' in October. I just got it earlier today actually, and I'm excited as hell! I think I'm deeply infatuated cause its gorgeous (!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/be0ccc37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/be031dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the down-side, it's non-rechargeable and I might have to spend more on batteries if I want to camwhore(?) LOL! Initially, Dearest Fiancé and I have agreed to sell the prize, IF it's the old-school brand kind of camera - cause previously, the camera(s) given to all the ex-'Employee of the Month'(s) are kinda old-school. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might need to reconsider selling off this gorgeous one though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5114ab86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I mentioned Nikon D3100, it's cause I am in love with it, right now. Previously, I was infatuated with the old model, D3000. Hahahahaha! Fiqah tahuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Little Rayyan has learned a lot of new words now, and my favourite has got to be, "Aunty" with that pekat English accent, where you emphasize on the "T". I was soo happy cause that was the new word he learned, last Saturday when I came over. He calls Dearest Fiancé, 'Apa'. HAHAHA, which I think is super adorable. And refer all Dearest Fiancé toy-motorcycles as 'Voom-voom'. And when he wants to play with them, he'll go, 'There. Apa voom-voom'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he is still adorable when he speaks in his own baby-language. He can also now call his parents, Mummy and Daddy. And grandparents, Dada and Dadi. And many other simple words like Bye-Bye, Yes, Goal, Air etc etc. And yess, this handsome boy is very photogenic and knows how to pose for the camera too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/50150ea4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3c8d4de4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/299e8e67.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9b4930e5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picto of my baby tuh was our late-lunch cum early dinner at Gombak's Alif Restaurant, last Sunday. It was really random cause Dearest Fiancé wanted to eat there. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, we also had supper with Kak Ti and Abang Daly last Saturday as well. It was really random ah actually. HAHAHA! And after that, we lepak at West Coast Park till about 1AM before we retreated back home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c93e7a59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0ac8a8c7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b8a3514e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/37ed30c0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's basically how things have been lately.&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/20c9457d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/19015128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, the 'official' 4-days trip to Kota Kinabalu pictos have been uploaded in FB. So do check them out, if you want to. Hehe. I won't be uploading them in my blog cause I think there are over 150 of them, and it'll take centuries to upload them all here. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-4768599987285386986?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4768599987285386986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=4768599987285386986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4768599987285386986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4768599987285386986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-probably-long-overdue-and.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3578872051976241757</id><published>2010-11-18T14:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:41:56.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm just gonna do a quick pictorial summary about the recent family trip to Kota Kinabalu. I am sure many would've seen the mobile uploads while I was there. And I must say, despite all the bumps along the way, it is definitely one of those important memories I don't ever want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be doing my 1000 words composition about the 4-days trip in my blog, cause I've decided to break that into many parts in my Facebook notes. So, if you're keen on reading more about it, do check it out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to upload the 'official' pictos from Kinkin's camera a.s.a.p!&lt;br /&gt;For now, here are some of the pictos from my iphone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our cab ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/486c511c.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/985a7b2b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/989ca60f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/280d0207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, Cik Yayah treated us to a heavy and hearty late-lunch at Pizzahut. I remembered feeling sick afterwards and I almost threw up, thanks to my first-hand turbulence experience. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/52ad0162.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/510f0ce5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We had several pictos taken in the plane, but those are in Kin's camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of my self-shots, though it's not exactly necessary.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm a girl, and I am vain. So, that's excusable. Right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a994e2ab.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b9d7932f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/6782dda2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/cc4de3c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And followed by a few couple shots with my dearest Don Carlos. I'm not sure where he got that name from, but he said that, that's his so-called 'mafia-name' at Kota Kinabalu. -__-" He even came up with that name spontaneously! I almost fainted when he addressed himself as such, (in front of many, btw). *smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/bf69b8f1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c49a2a26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0c96ca95.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3e55f50d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few random shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ab1e8607.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/43f6c71f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d0bcf1ac.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/969dce2d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, minus the airplane experience, I am sure we all had a splendid time.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Selamat Pengantin Baru to Cik Ijam and Cik Siti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/22546599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next random entry.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3578872051976241757?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3578872051976241757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3578872051976241757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3578872051976241757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3578872051976241757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-im-just-gonna-do-quick-pictorial.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-9161584498124306027</id><published>2010-11-10T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:58:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog will be put on-hold; until next week.&lt;br /&gt;Bye work. Bye Boss. Bye Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9045f632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/03f60990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-9161584498124306027?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9161584498124306027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=9161584498124306027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/9161584498124306027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/9161584498124306027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-blog-will-be-put-on-hold-until-next.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1569418680809962535</id><published>2010-11-09T15:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:51:23.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was our annimonthsary last weekend, and we had a short date at Swensens. Initially, Dearest Fiancé wanted to just have Mac Donalds for dinner, but since the place was crowded and also because I was sulking, he gave in and went along with my idea of dinner at Swensens. I was, of course, very happy. No doubt about that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dearest Fiancé, this isn't the first time I forgot our annimonthsary.&lt;br /&gt;I know right, how can I even forget such an important date?! Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/69ade466.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ec76aa3f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a thing about pasta in cream sauce [PLUS ALOT OF CHEESE TOPPINGS].&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and crave for it, for like - forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a97a1e90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Fiancé, on the other hand, hated the smell. And half the time I was enjoying my delicious meal, he gave me that 'gross-look', like as though I'm eating some kind of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;disgusting pests&lt;/span&gt; in Fear Factor or something. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, have I mentioned that he surprised me with an annimonthsary gift too? I can't believe we were actually arguing for almost a day just because of this one little surprise! In the end, I manage to figure it out and well, it was all for a good cause, right? Here's the awesomest surprise gift everrr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9036a1d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f2e6ee45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa, I have a weakness for fury plush-toys, ESPECIALLY CHIP &amp;amp; DALE (s). I have a huggable size, it is a birthday gift from Ikah. And now this 2 adorable fury babies added to my collection. They're still in their plastic covers cause I don't want to remove it - YET! Macam sayang gituu. Hehehe. I am a HUGE fan of the cartoon series, but too bad, it doesn't exist anymore. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my sexy loveeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was spent with the 2 most important ladies in my life. Basically a little spree to get the necessities for the trip come Thursday. And I believe, we've got it all ready. The only thing left to do now is to pack the barang-barang. Itu yang buat aku malas ah, actually. Tskk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8653670a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3c3399e5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a6367365.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/502f33b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/393a34f6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8af5d271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it, for now.&lt;br /&gt;I will squeeze in another entry, hopefully tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1569418680809962535?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1569418680809962535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1569418680809962535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1569418680809962535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1569418680809962535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-was-our-annimonthsary-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3373127970720391395</id><published>2010-11-03T14:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:20:06.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, after only working here for like 5 months, I was voted "Employee of the Month" (in October) by the staff. I was so shocked while I was consolidating all the voting slips and saw my name, one after another. And yes, I've yet to recover from that shock. As compared to the rest, I'm only a Receptionist, clearly I thought I wouldn't stand a chance, at all. (Though I secretly wish I could be the one they would vote for, and VOILA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah, dah rezeki aku. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9e06b8b7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1478c3ac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to be accepted here. And my boss conveniently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabo-ed&lt;/span&gt; me in front of the entire staff during the ceremony. While he was shaking my hand and congratulating me, I told him I don't wish to make a speech in front of everybody cause I was very paiseh, but instead he turned around and announced: 'Ok guys, Nana have something she's been dying to tell you guys.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh thanks! I blanked, and looked at my boss in disbelief, only to see him LOL-ing at me, and when I found the courage to voice out, I came up with this: 'I would like to say thank you. Thank you to those who have voted for me.' And I walked away feeling very embarrassed! Of course, I was teased by my lunch-buddy for saying something soo ridiculous like that. And she is still teasing me every now and then about it. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. So awkward sia when I was standing there, with all eyes on me, cheering my name and stuff. *smacks-forehead* Drop my waterface only, silly milly betol. But on the brighter side, there is a prize for being the 'Employee of the Month' fyi, but I haven't got it yet, since my big boss is on overseas trip. So, there would be a delay, and I'm not telling you guys YET what it is until I get it. HAHAHAHAHAHA! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work aside, Dearest Fiancé and I had dinner at Simpang Bedok last Saturday. And I must say, I was worried that the service would be as bad as it was in 2007 (?) when I had dinner there for the first and the last time! The service was soo bad, and SLOW (I remembered waiting for nearly an hour for just two plates of nasi goreng), the food was awful and it was soo expensive for no reason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that night, I was impressed by how much everything has changed. I would definitely come back for more, if Dearest Fiancé tak malas bawak aku makan kat sana lagi, that is. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d30a33d2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c9cc7203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner, we headed for Babah Yishun's place since (we had no other plans) the weather wasn't promising enough for us to wander off to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-am-not-sure-where&lt;/span&gt;. It was nice seeing his siblings again, and Tutut the little pampered cat. I've never seen a cat that pampered before and she was so adorable when she's sleepy. We (by we, I meant the cat and I) do get along very well too. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c159abfe.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/5768ccfa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/582f5c0e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a night well spent though it was short.&lt;br /&gt;Till my next pictorial entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3373127970720391395?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3373127970720391395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3373127970720391395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3373127970720391395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3373127970720391395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/firstly-after-only-working-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2481026845040159658</id><published>2010-11-01T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:08:47.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9411a9bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to another month added to our engagement monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;I know I tell you this everyday, but so what? I don't get tired telling you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU my sexy love, truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2481026845040159658?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2481026845040159658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2481026845040159658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2481026845040159658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2481026845040159658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/heres-to-another-month-added-to-our.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1007649781751042393</id><published>2010-10-27T15:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:21:00.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught 'Life As We Know It' last night, with my better half. Of course, after 3 days of battle, we should really spend some quality time together. The movie is for those who are more family-oriented. The story line however is kind of like, a cliché, but it's definitely awesome, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c5de3689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/cced7d5c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his shifts changing all through the week, I might have to start adapting myself to his schedule, because now, I can't meet him as and when I like anymore. That's tough, considering the fact that I normally get to meet him 4-5 times a week! But now.. geesh, that'll be tough! I know I'm exaggerating, but seriously(?) :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of things, there was this little stranger who ran up behind me the other day, in his soft little voice and called out, "Kakak, kakak." And when I turned around, he smiled and whispered something that I couldn't really understand. So I just smiled back at him. He then came over nearer to me and whispered to me something like, 'Abang tengah Hari Raya tau.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reaction was so adorable when I told him Hari Raya was long over. Then he ran off, and I thought he got mad at me for ruining his little life, but then I realized he was actually having a hard time pulling a chair over, just so, he could sit next to me and talk to me. He then showed me his little fingers with little bruises on them and told me what happened. He was sooo cute; he was wearing a Tee and 3/4 jeans, slippers, and his hair was longer than mine, up to his waist, and siap dengan songkok! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's probably about 3 years old; Irfan's age and somehow, he reminded me so much of Irfan, just the quieter version cause he just smile at me so sweetly when I asked him, how old he was. I didn't even get his name, cause he was too shy to tell me, I think? He looks so cute when he's confused. LOL! He was my 5 minutes crush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/46983e76.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7f09ef67.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I left, he waved goodbye and said, "Bye Kakak". Sucha sweetheart! &lt;br /&gt;Macam nak bawak balek pun ada! But Fiqah tak kasi. HAHAHAHA! ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pay day right around the corner, I totally can't wait to get this week over and done with. Of course, the only thing I am looking forward to right now is the weekend, cause that'll be the only time I get to meet up with Dearest Fiancé. Goshh! Call me crazy, but I am missing him now. Boooohooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d5035736.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/31d3f270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next random entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1007649781751042393?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1007649781751042393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1007649781751042393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1007649781751042393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1007649781751042393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/caught-life-as-we-know-it-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7674482501874970995</id><published>2010-10-25T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:06:45.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this will be the final week of October; the peak-week as my manager would call it. Since she'll be closing payrolls, and I'll be compiling the monthly votes for the "Top Employee of the Month", and plus, we will all be busy with the last minute things that needed to be done before ushering in a brand new month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/51ff210b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/56a81cc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but this time, it's not just like any other month, but the awesome month of November. The much anticipated month of the year; as I've already mentioned in my previous post. I've even submitted my leave application form like weeks back! That is how excited I am, though on the down side, financially, it'll be more challenging. But insya-allah, everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more delays, no more procrastinating. This. Is. It. &lt;br /&gt;I've promised myself not to splurge unnecessarily. P-R-O-M-I-S-E! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7674482501874970995?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7674482501874970995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7674482501874970995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7674482501874970995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7674482501874970995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-this-will-be-final-week-of-october.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7067458570409278273</id><published>2010-10-18T14:21:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:02:59.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I say this all the time, but it is true - it hasn't been easy. Sure it seems so effortless to many who didn't see us 'backstage'. But try staying under one roof with me, and you'll know how hot-tempered I am. Tsk, not to the rest of the world, but to that one person who can make me laugh, cry, scream, shout at the top of my lungs, and love all at the same time. It's not really a big question as to WHO this person is; DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right it is worth it at the end of the day. God wouldn't put us through sh*ts for no apparent reason, now would He? I'm sure not; because I believe He put us through all these specific sh*ts because He knows we can handle it, and He knows that we would always pull through together. Now, who are we to question WHY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDHA saje laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was a blast despite that 24 hour ordeal. MY GOD, by the time it was over, I was glad my tummy was back to normal, and that&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; come and go&lt;/span&gt; migraine disappeared in a flash. Imagine having only a sandwich and a sip of tea to last you for 24 hours. My body almost couldn't function, I tell you. But, alhamdulilah, by the time we settled that exhausting trivial matter, I was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like being normal was the only normal thing I would know, when at that point of time, I don't even know if I could ever think like a normal person again. ANYHOOS, we spent the evening afterwards at Babah Yishun's place; and spend the much anticipated quality time with Dearest Fiancé's little siblings. By nightfall, we settled for our own personal time at Dam, and then a sleepover at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Sunday, the kenduri was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f983eb87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list, wedding of the year &amp; the family trip of the year in November. Now, that's worth being excited for, especially when there are no PUBLIC HOLIDAYS in October. How pathetic is that, kan?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for having 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays this month!&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating, but SO WHAT! -__-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7067458570409278273?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7067458570409278273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7067458570409278273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7067458570409278273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7067458570409278273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-i-say-this-all-time-but-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3432464883678634840</id><published>2010-10-11T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:36:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was spent having Baby Busa's alarm replaced. We went to about 3 different places, and ended up at Motor World. Kat situ, kita pun ter-side-track sekejap and bought a Bagster helmet-haversack. Not cheap, I tell you. But worth every damn cent, since it is what we've been looking for, for months! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b3f75745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f37ff9e8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we headed to Bugis, because initially that was my plan for Saturday. I need to get a new pair of pumps, you see. But instead, I ended up buying a pair of nice sneaks. I was in love with two, and it was a difficult decision for me to make actually. Even though Dearest Fiancé wanted me to get both pairs, I decided not to. I only need a pair for now, until further notice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 3 or 4 hours just to find that one pair. Dearest Fiancé was being ever so patient with me, although I secretly know that he was feeling rather uncomfortable already, in less than an hour after dinner at Qiji. But he sweetly layan my cerewet-nak-mampos perangai and went along with my antics. I could've sworn at one point, he wanted to give up on me, with his tired look, but didn't. Sayang punye pasal? Kan dear? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, we spent $20 at the arcade. Epic! Why so fanatik? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I wanted Dearest Fiancé to win that pair of Chip &amp;amp; Dale teddy bears for me, but tak dapat. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/80a97df3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/c9896c17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1bfd69a5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/06302d81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a mini birthday celebration for Little Faiq.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have the massive pictos uploaded soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d4a41a48.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a316c5f6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the whole fanatik cousins clan ended the night with 2 rounds of bowling at The Chevrons. It was a nice evening, and by 9:30pm, semua dah lemau. But it was the awesomest and the kecoh-est, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3432464883678634840?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3432464883678634840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3432464883678634840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3432464883678634840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3432464883678634840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-was-spent-having-baby-busas.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5001680190383082398</id><published>2010-10-08T10:22:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:08:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, my probation is over! Like, last month(?) actually. But I keep forgetting to put in a good note about it in my blog. Tsk! I am glad I can now enjoy all the benefits like the others. Wooh! Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e2ab795c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, work has been pretty relaxing ever since that mad-woman was fired. Kalau tidak, aku tak habes-habes menyumpah satu bakul pasal dia. On the day she got fired, I cursed. OMGGG! I was extremely angry, I tell you. SO DAMN ANGRY that I was shivering all over. And that was when I just clocked in for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being |______THAT angry______|, first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been testing my patience, almost every single day ah. I even said, "Perangai S_n_a_!" to her. And I couldn't careless if she understood Malay or not. I was just too angry to care. Dah lama aku diam kan, makin menjadi-jadi perangai dia. Now that she is gone, I am ALOT happier coming to work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life pretty much revolves around work and Dearest Fiancé:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3e8b1d39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out one Saturday, for a 'photography lesson'.&lt;br /&gt;I sucked (what's new?) but Dearest Fiancé was like a pro like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous ah. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5001680190383082398?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5001680190383082398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5001680190383082398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5001680190383082398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5001680190383082398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-everything-that-counts-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1538632903883102225</id><published>2010-10-05T14:04:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:52:17.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reflecting back on Syawal, I think this year, would have to be one of the shortest visiting-month, considering we only have weekends to depend on. But, it has been an awesome month nonetheless; great food, great company, great reunions. Alhamdulilah. I am glad, that despite all the bumps along the way, we still manage to pull through such difficult phases. It wasn't easy, but it was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/689a2c39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/f552e58e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am aware about the minimal entries, but well, I have a bad procrastination habit. Normally, on days when I feel like blogging, I just found myself distracted doing something else. And then, I will forget about it, completely. So, after Dearest Fiancé made it a point last night, that if I continue to ignore my blog, I should just delete it; I think I should start re-thinking about blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, for the past few months, avid readers would look it at as such a cliché, because I've contemplated about deleting my blog, one two many times before. The more I think about it, the more I just couldn't bring myself to permanently delete over 800 entries worth of memories! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, as dead as this blog has been, I hope I still have loyal readers? HAHA. No? Takpe, I know my Dearest Fiancé is still one of my most loyal reader who just refuses to admit about how often he would check on my blog. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip-side, I suddenly miss my spammers and haters here ah. LOL! But, at the same time, I am enjoying the peace without them. Tsk, it's a love-hate relationship, some would say? But, who knows, my spammers and haters are now my loyal readers too? Oh tak eh? Maseh benci eh? Well takpe, whatever it is, no matter what, I will TRY not to consider closing down this blog k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, not until TAIO CRUZ DECIDES TO MAKE A PIT STOP TO SINGAPORE AND SING 'BEST GIRL' LIVE FOR ME. &lt;br /&gt;Then I will stop playing the song on my blog, and delete JBH for good. *faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakap pasal Taio Cruz; recently, my FB status was about Taio Cruz, and Dearest Fiancé dengan jealousnye cakap: &lt;br /&gt;'Makin menjadi-jadi eh kau punye status, tak habes-habes Taio Cruz pergi, Taio Cruz balek.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wonders what he would say after reading this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I miss posting my Dearest Fiancé's silly pictos here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/075b157f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/98ee07d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0946dc3f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9d64c558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1538632903883102225?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1538632903883102225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1538632903883102225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1538632903883102225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1538632903883102225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflecting-back-on-syawal-i-think-this.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1802337989807359490</id><published>2010-09-28T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:55:59.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much has been going on lately, in this family. And I think it's rather personal for me to even share them. But alhamdulilah, this family has been very strong in facing all these obstacles. Thank you to all for your heart-warming encouragements, words of advice and concern. I really appreciate them all. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ae1b11fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7dad4d2e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish one day, all this would make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Because right now, the edge is tipping me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1802337989807359490?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1802337989807359490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1802337989807359490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1802337989807359490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1802337989807359490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-has-been-going-on-lately-in.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-384870718119462065</id><published>2010-09-24T09:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:33:34.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haters are a dying breed. Get a life, before you lose yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/dd9e77bd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1f031f96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely drained out this entire week; mentally, physically and emotionally. But since it is already Friday (TGIF), I don't see why I should start whining all over again about it. There has been ups and downs, equally. So, I think it's only fair that I stay neutral about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will just get better from here on forth. And honestly speaking, it just gets harder and harder every single time. But because I am determined that it's gonna be worth it at the end of day, I will still continue persevering and most importantly, believe in what I think is the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya has just been occupying all my weekends. And tomorrow, it will be Raya-ing with Dearest Fiancé and his friends. As for Sunday, probably with family again? Not sure though but last I heard from Mama, my kindergarten friend is getting engaged (of all time, it has to be during the Raya season), and though I'm not familiar with who he is, Mama still wants us to tag along. -_-" Great, another awkward ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this over and done with, quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/60207_160122294000588_100000084560563_518583_6019284_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/61808_151764731523647_100000703636135_314501_2240087_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/59920_160264267319724_100000084560563_519781_4329023_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/58367_160264297319721_100000084560563_519782_1611760_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sabar nak pakai my new pair of killer heels tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Though its not exactly what I'm looking for, but still, aku sexcited! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-384870718119462065?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/384870718119462065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=384870718119462065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/384870718119462065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/384870718119462065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-completely-drained-out-this-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6761502071440159864</id><published>2010-09-21T09:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:44:56.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait a minute, what is this I hear about my darling Taio Cruz's concert in Hong Kong?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's already our neighbouring Asian country, please make my wish come true and drop by Singapore laa!!! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jealous mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends have been squeezed with tons of visitings, and lately, games of bowling as well too. I think the boys are becoming more and more fanatic like that, sampai sanggup cabut sekolah, cabut kerja and amek MC just to perfect their "bola curl" skills. HAHAHA, seriously. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO KIDDING EHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did promised pictos of 2nd Syawal and so on and so forth, right? Somehow, my procrastination to upload them has led me to having more than just 2nd Syawal pictos only! There's 3rd, 9th and 10th Syawal pictos to upload as well too! HAHAHA. But, I'll save all that lot for my next photo entry laa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY; SECOND SYAWAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/41289_158085320870952_100000084560563_508309_5484330_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/41327_158085584204259_100000084560563_508317_5075694_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59848_158085370870947_100000084560563_508310_3229065_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/60860_158085254204292_100000084560563_508308_7072931_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59401_158086090870875_100000084560563_508331_2951714_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59848_158085374204280_100000084560563_508311_5792585_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/58531_158085750870909_100000084560563_508320_3452216_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/47280_158085820870902_100000084560563_508323_975022_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/58531_158085754204242_100000084560563_508321_4573202_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/61623_158086337537517_100000084560563_508339_4823495_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/46846_446114972944_605207944_5264158_4155379_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/47738_158086280870856_100000084560563_508337_2078908_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/61690_158086190870865_100000084560563_508334_1514475_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/46809_158086240870860_100000084560563_508336_2890912_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended 2nd Syawal with 2 rounds of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;I'll save that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6761502071440159864?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6761502071440159864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6761502071440159864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6761502071440159864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6761502071440159864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekends-have-been-squeezed-with-tons.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/th_41289_158085320870952_100000084560563_508309_5484330_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7016595869042267651</id><published>2010-09-15T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:11:13.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;(Maternal/Paternal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/61262_158081320871352_100000084560563_508293_4817933_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59434_158081457538005_100000084560563_508297_7822575_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59434_158081454204672_100000084560563_508296_7666961_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/41211_158081570871327_100000084560563_508300_7575522_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 648px; height: 453px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59434_158081464204671_100000084560563_508298_7197912_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 648px; height: 453px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59434_158081447538006_100000084560563_508295_5023891_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 648px; height: 453px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/41211_158081574204660_100000084560563_508301_3366632_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 648px; height: 453px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/41211_158081577537993_100000084560563_508302_3925928_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 648px; height: 453px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/58958_158081217538029_100000084560563_508290_2664282_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 648px; height: 453px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/61262_158081314204686_100000084560563_508292_1065446_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back for Second Syawal soon.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7016595869042267651?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7016595869042267651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7016595869042267651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7016595869042267651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7016595869042267651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-syawal.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/th_61262_158081320871352_100000084560563_508293_4817933_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1823571986071734426</id><published>2010-09-13T16:55:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:24:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As late as this is, I just want to wish all the muslim readers &amp; bloghoppers of my humble blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 365px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4fc11ace.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 365px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a0dad385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 365px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/86f5abd3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 365px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/501d32ac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll promise a 3 days worth of Syawal pictos a.s.a.p!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1823571986071734426?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1823571986071734426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1823571986071734426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1823571986071734426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1823571986071734426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-promise-3-days-worth-of-syawal.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3717558933569437914</id><published>2010-09-08T10:31:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:27:49.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will be a very short work-week, since Raya is this Friday. I can't believe I just put "short work-week" and "Raya" in a sentence without any exciting vibe. It sounds so casual that I am not sure if Raya excites me anymore? Tsk! Yelaa, dah tak dapat duit raya lagi, bro. :'( LOL! But, syukur alhamdulilah, bulan Syawal kan untuk kita menyambut hari kemenangan setelah sebulan berpuasa. It's not all about duit raya, you know. HAHAHA! (Cheyyyy bah). -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend wrapped us up with 'treasure hunting' at Town on Saturday. It was a difficult afternoon, but Dearest Fiancé and I finally found what we were looking for. And I am glad, Dearest BFF loves the birthday gift. Hope you had a blast on your birthday, BFF. Lovee you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/58995_156931104319707_100000084560563_502813_7057899_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/58430_156928364319981_100000084560563_502799_3179577_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, we were scouring all over Geylang; initially to look for songkok/samping. But well, Dearest Fiancé just refuses to buy either of the two, because he very eksyen, since he already made plans of going to KL on Sunday with two of his friends (but end up, kena bueh, LOL). So we just jalan-jalan, and then met up with his old friends. It was the longest and most awkward(est) 15 minutes of my life. HAHAH. But, after that, it was just us two, and I love every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/DSC09046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/DSC09029.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/DSC09026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/47502_156929250986559_100000084560563_502801_8140703_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/DSC09033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/DSC09030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, since it was a rainy annimonthsary for us, I just had dinner(not buka, because aku tak puasa, heeeee) at Dearest Fiancé's place, and we just lepak for the entire evening. I had the camera with me, so I started camwhoring with Little Rayyan. He was such a good sport laa, multi-tasking with me: camwhoring and played the computer, until he got a tad too tired, sampai kat situ jugak dia tertido. It was so adorable that I just have to get a picto of him fast asleep. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC09052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC09058.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC09053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC09065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/58430_156928367653314_100000084560563_502800_4037805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59167_156930537653097_100000084560563_502811_642924_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/59218_156928310986653_100000084560563_502798_445516_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much sums up my week till the Raya season.&lt;br /&gt;Till my next update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3717558933569437914?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3717558933569437914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3717558933569437914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3717558933569437914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3717558933569437914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-will-be-short-week-since-raya-is.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/NO%20JOKE/th_58995_156931104319707_100000084560563_502813_7057899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5553963269075534294</id><published>2010-09-02T16:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:20:12.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never want to forget how Baby-busa's original Gold looks like, &amp; the fering will only arrive, two weeks from now. &lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime, here's a reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style=width="480" height="385" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/26606_109155579097260_100000084560563_234905_841895_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen; my current addiction.&lt;br /&gt;(soon, you'll see this embed in my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/222xjRgIPHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/222xjRgIPHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I KNOW, HOT KAN GAMBAR DIA) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lyrics; the sweetest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hey Hey (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girl you're the type i need&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should know you are the one that i see&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you is the way that i like&lt;br /&gt;We can do it baby anytime of the night&lt;br /&gt;Cause you stay down and you always go right&lt;br /&gt;Even when we tired girl you wanna go twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you're the one that i need&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one, the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we get the motion, oh, in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;We keep it goin', keep, keep it goin'&lt;br /&gt;I feel the lotion, feel emotion&lt;br /&gt;And i just gotta tell you one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;You're the best damn girl in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i'm ever gonna need&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one, only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best damn girl i've ever seen in my life&lt;br /&gt;Every time i look at you i'm proud that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;You just got the shape, just the shape that i like&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you got me feeling all right&lt;br /&gt;So i know that we can do it, baby all night&lt;br /&gt;We can make love anytime that you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you're the one that i need&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we get the motion, oh, in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;We keep it goin', keep, keep it goin'&lt;br /&gt;I feel the lotion, feel emotion&lt;br /&gt;And i just gotta tell you one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;You're the best damn girl in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i'm ever gonna need&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one, only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best damn girl&lt;br /&gt;Check it now mama you are the bestest&lt;br /&gt;And i love the way that we dress, the freshest&lt;br /&gt;You're in the passenger, i'm driving in the R.8.&lt;br /&gt;Pumpin' that brand new shizzle, by the R.K.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm hardly, ever shy baby&lt;br /&gt;That's why i say it lookin' at you in your eyes baby&lt;br /&gt;I got the vehicle, let's take this for a ride baby&lt;br /&gt;Now listen one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;You're the best damn girl in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i'm ever gonna need&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the one, only one for me&lt;br /&gt;Best Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hey Hey (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best damn song.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5553963269075534294?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5553963269075534294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5553963269075534294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5553963269075534294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5553963269075534294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-its-only-fair-to-say-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7026213229418363732</id><published>2010-09-01T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:13:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Dearest Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry for hurting your pride time and time and again. I was being really selfish to have just thought of myself and never did spare a thought for your feelings at all. You have given me enough chances every single time I screw up, and yet you never did once walked away from me. I never took a second to appreciate that from you; but today, realizing that nobody has ever loved me the way you did, woke me up to a reality that it has always been you who have been loving me unconditionally and I never did once knew how broken-hearted you must've felt when I keep hurting you emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always knew you are hurt, the way I would be when we argue, but I've always failed to see that in your eyes. I was just being too selfish, cause I never did look you in your eyes when you pour your heart out to me in anger. I was so busy being selfish that I forgot the value of our relationship; priceless. I am sorry for being what I am; selfish, self-centered, egoistic and stubborn. Love is so weird that, even with my negative traits, a man like you, a heart-warming, loving and understanding man like you, could love me with all his heart. How could I ever think about leaving you again, now that you are mine. I love you, enough to last you a life-time, Insya-allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 490px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/be77c904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, happy engagement monthsary to us.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7026213229418363732?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7026213229418363732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7026213229418363732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7026213229418363732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7026213229418363732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dearest-love-i-am-truly-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7685614828075484017</id><published>2010-08-31T12:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:33:11.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, double combo; day spent with Dearest Fiancé &amp;amp; dearest family. That particular Saturday was of high priority since Atok &amp;amp; Cik Yayah (as I typed this, have already) left for umrah till the 2nd or 3rd day of Raya? Afterwhich, we then headed to Lau Pa Sat for iftar, and then a group of us ended the night at West Coast RC for 2 games of bowling. (Dearest Fiancé &amp;amp; I settled for one game though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the random pictos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45199_154435177902633_100000084560563_486890_6457112_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45199_154435181235966_100000084560563_486891_2623258_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45199_154435171235967_100000084560563_486888_5393571_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44544_154438134569004_100000084560563_486912_3397846_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44816_154435114569306_100000084560563_486887_8382197_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45602_154435284569289_100000084560563_486893_1673958_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45602_154435281235956_100000084560563_486892_5620661_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45602_154435287902622_100000084560563_486894_1100192_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45912_154438141235670_100000084560563_486913_7436074_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/47267_154435361235948_100000084560563_486898_5679331_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45602_154435291235955_100000084560563_486895_4131151_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45602_154435294569288_100000084560563_486896_7982893_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/47267_154435364569281_100000084560563_486899_4318785_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/47267_154435371235947_100000084560563_486901_671470_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45602_154435297902621_100000084560563_486897_1439371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday, Dearest Fiancé picked me up from work since he took leave for the day. Padahal check-up tak sampai satu jam, ambek leave satu hari. ;) So, he have secretly booked two tixx for Step Up 3D. I thought we were watching The Expandables, because initially, that was what we both were excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tunang aku nih, pantang kalau kawan-kawan dia kasi feedback bagos about a movie; that's why he changed his mind and we watched Step Up 3D instead. I'll give a 6.5 over 10. The storyline is expected, and somehow, every scene is predictable to me. But a plus to that movie is cause they featured more dancers than actors/actresses, that made the whole choreography more enjoyable to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love the second battle with the Chinese; GWAI issit? I actually went WOW at the end of the battle. PHEW! And I'm impressed that they even featured finalists from So You Think You Can Dance dancers, like Legacy and Twitch(he first appeared as a finalist in The Wade Robson Project), and even Alyson Stoner whom I know started dancing at a very young age - she's that little girl who appeared in Missy Elliot's music video, Gossip Folks. Go youtube it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Legacy Perez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/legacy-perez-so-you-think-you-can-dance.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/legacy-perez-so-you-think-you-can-dance-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Twitch Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/twitch-boss-so-you-think-you-can-dance-732104.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/twitch-boss-so-you-think-you-can-dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're familiar with them when you've watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, jangan tanya what Dearest Fiancé thinks about the movie. Dia menyumpah satu bakul eh, when it ended. Tskk! Tuu lah, tanak dengar cakap I kan, suke nah dengar cakap kawan you laa, baca feedback kat internet laa. HAHAHA! I siang-siang told him already that The Expandables is #1 in the US charts, and has good feedbacks, but he action, don't want to listen to me. But after he merajok already, because the movie is sucky to him, I told him I will belanja him watch The Expandables or Grown Ups pulak. No more pouts k, my darling Kelesu, you know I love you kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7685614828075484017?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7685614828075484017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7685614828075484017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7685614828075484017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7685614828075484017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-saturday-double-combo-day-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-4831283629305772387</id><published>2010-08-24T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:50:28.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is probably longed forgotten, and pretty much 'da basi' if I may put it more appropriately. But, who cares, I'll share what I want, and if you're not happy, then kindly go beramz. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the photoshoot pictos, I promised somewhat 3 months ago:&lt;br /&gt;(in awkward random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45136_152932248052926_100000084560563_478092_5462840_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45136_152932244719593_100000084560563_478091_528617_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/45136_152932241386260_100000084560563_478090_5824528_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44607_152932788052872_100000084560563_478105_6470400_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44607_152932774719540_100000084560563_478101_7840293_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44607_152932771386207_100000084560563_478100_505225_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44607_152932764719541_100000084560563_478099_2329105_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44557_152932428052908_100000084560563_478098_1221183_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44557_152932424719575_100000084560563_478097_1126383_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44557_152932421386242_100000084560563_478096_5443279_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44557_152932418052909_100000084560563_478095_7773107_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44557_152932414719576_100000084560563_478094_6170172_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44557_152932411386243_100000084560563_478093_3504003_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/40660_152932991386185_100000084560563_478107_3340167_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the one that Cik Ian likes the most, and he had it enlarged &amp;amp; framed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 422px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/44607_152932784719539_100000084560563_478104_2524213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. &lt;br /&gt;The other official photos are already in FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-4831283629305772387?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4831283629305772387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=4831283629305772387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4831283629305772387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4831283629305772387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-probably-longed-forgotten-and.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2961197018335202089</id><published>2010-08-16T14:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:38:08.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll break this entry into many parts; so standby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to blog lesser and lesser with time, since work has pretty much taken over my daily life. It's getting pretty hectic these days since our only HR has been fired, and our 2 IT managers left. It was too sudden that there wasn't much time for us to get a replacement, (though effectively, we had only one IT replaced), and so, I'm pretty much 'handing over' the IT duties to the new one, and at the same time juggling the HR, Recept &amp;amp; Admin duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been easy, I'll admit, but alhamdulilah I'm coping just fine. I just hope my manager wouldn't take advantage of me, and get a HR replacement a.s.a.p. It's fine if I get paid for doing these extra duties, but since I am still on probation, I don't think I will be paid enough for the workload. I'm not complaining, but there is only one of me, and triple my job title. But well, let's see how everything goes, with time. I am not a quitter, and I intend to stay put with where I am right now. Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Fiancé and I have been working around his hectic schedule, since now he's undergoing 2 weeks of reservist. He's already done with his first week, and I'm glad that part is over! He'll be done by next weekend, and I am excited! I am so proud of him even with his reservist, he still manage to fast for a full day. If it was me, I think I wouldn't even last for half a day! Tsk! Lembek, bro. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, Dearest Fiancé told me that baby busa might be getting her original Gold, hopefully by Saturday. In comparison, I still prefer the original Gold, rather than the current fiery orange. No offense, baby, I just missed the original damn muchh. We are hoping that the change wouldn't be procrastinated, again. And anyways, Dearest Fiancé would get some profit for the temporary change. If it wasn't for the profit, I wouldn't have agreed to it, in the first place. Yes, I am difficult when it comes to the things that are very precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, how time flies, we are already closing in to the 2nd week of holy Ramadhan. Alhamdulilah. The course would get easier with time, once our body settle in with the sudden change of eating time, though personally, mine still have problems adjusting to it, especially the digesting part. And because of that, I would normally eat just half the usual portion of what I would consume for sahur, since I don't really like the 'bloated' aftermath. Hahaha! But so far, so good. Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the fasting month, it has been pretty difficult to go out on Saturdays like we used to, since we have one less idea on what to do during the afternoons; eat. HAHAHA, but nonetheless Saturday was really awwsome despite the rainy weather. And no offense though, but I think the whole YOG thingy is causing a lot of hassle, on the road. Seriously, it is very inconvenient with all the massive road-blocks just because of it. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, Dearest Fiancé and I spent two hours at NTUC Income @ Civic Centre settling his bike insurance. Which I must say, was quite stressful for my baby since he was torn between the safety of his bike and the economical reasons for Raya. It was a really important decision he have to make, and I think he was stressed to tears! Kesian tengok tunang aku, stress sampai tarik-tarik rambut semua. *shakes-head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, the customer service makcik was very patient with us. Anyways, the place wasn't crowded, and I think we took the LONGEST time there! HAHAHA. In the end, my baby opt for the safety of his bike &amp;amp; paid the full amount (which isn't cheap, I tell you; it's about the same amount as my monthly pay sia) and by the time we were done, it has already started drizzling. So we settled for some time in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 422px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/aa4f1e1f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4c93c689.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/32614ff2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time reading books about animals, (him, not me; don't ask k) we left for Causeway Point, since we were practically stuck there in such a bad weather. We then decided to catch a movie since there wasn't anything else we could think of doing after walking around aimlessly at the bazaar. Initially I was excited for The Last Airbender, but feedbacks from Fiqah wasn't that good, and I don't plan to waste $21 for a movie with bad feedbacks. And so, we both agreed to watch Salt since there has been feedbacks from his friends and mine saying the movie was pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/614b5c2a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/fb354b77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/e3f274cb.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/6f16cb0e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/92eb7eb3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9201dd86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were right! It is super awesome! Dearest Fiancé had quite a difficult time understanding some parts of the movie and he kept pestering me with questions like, "Dia cari sape b?", "Asal dia nak bunuh dekni, b?" HAHAHAHA! I was abit flustered since I don't have the answers for him; it's not like I've watched the movie a gazillion times to even understand it. So I kept answering him the same thing, "I don't know, my dear. I mane pernah tgk cerita ni." Tskk! And when the movie ended, he asked me, "Are you a Russian spy, baby?" -______-" (for those who've watched the movie, you'll understand). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the movie ended, we had about half an hour more before buka; and Dearest Fiancé's parents have booked a table for 4 at Admiralty Park's Sakura. That's my 2nd time eating at Sakura, and I enjoy the quality time spent with my baby &amp;amp; his parents. I must say we were among the noisiest ones there since Dearest Fiancé's parents were telling so many funny stories. And we laughed like nobody's business, like that. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very kecoh, I tell you. And so like every other satisfied customer, we walked out happier &amp;amp; a belly to match. &lt;br /&gt;Sekali sekala his parents belanja makan macam gitu kan, so it's definitely very filling. Syukur alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/58c0c50b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/3da16b71.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with hot drinks at Insaf, and home before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we had home-made steamboat pulak, Dearest Fiancé's sister punye idea. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely two of the best iftar nights, ever-to-date! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back for more updates soon!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2961197018335202089?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2961197018335202089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2961197018335202089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2961197018335202089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2961197018335202089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-break-this-entry-to-parts-so.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2521169546103223720</id><published>2010-08-06T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:09:27.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apologies for the hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;Been lazy &amp;amp; busy. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised; Dearest Fiancé's new bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/6a733f3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08826.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08843.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7ad4ae5b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/53439b82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/495f4ebf.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8d867be3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 484px; width: 647px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4468fdfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the time, I promise a proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend ahead! Wooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2521169546103223720?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2521169546103223720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2521169546103223720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2521169546103223720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2521169546103223720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/apologies-for-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5158205208924677464</id><published>2010-07-26T15:45:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:23:40.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be honest, I'm more explicit in my twitter than in my blog. So if you're uncomfortable with my language there, it'll be more 'healthier' to just read my blog. That's a choice, whichever you're comfortable with. I don't wish to hold back what I'm thinking just for the sake of pleasing the eyes that have been watching me closely. For those who're following me there, please, cakap situ, habis situ k. Tak payah nak bawak-bawak cerita sampai ke besok lusa. Cerita da basi laa. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my daily life has pretty much been summarized in my twitter itself; since I'm always on the go. And having my gorgeous iphone with me 24/7 makes it all the more easier to update my every thought in my twitter at any point of my daily life. And I only blog when I have the time at work. You don't see me blogging during the weekends at all, now do you? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the weekends and twitter, as many would've known, I spent the whole of Saturday spring cleaning Dearest Fiancé's room with his Mama. Just us both. You can imagine how difficult it is for two ladies to move big boy's stuff in and out of the room by ourselves. Tsk! It was a lot of work,I tell you. But occasionally, Dearest Fiancé's abah helped out a little bit as well. And if you're wondering why my baby wasn't around, that's because he was working OT, remember? 7 days a week, bro, no TGIFs whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yaa, I targetted to finish spring cleaning by 4:30pm, cause that was when Dearest Fiancé knocked off from work. And we did it! :D There were a couple of times Dearest Fiancé's mama and I ended up sitting in the middle of his room cracking our brains about where to move his stuff, so as to make sure that there is enough space for his new huge queen size bed coming this Friday! *jealous mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the actual reason for this random spring cleaning. Hahaha! And you thought we were being kiasu spring cleaning for Hari Raya when it's not even the fasting month yet. HAHAHAHAAH! Tsk! I did have a couple of pictos taken; you know the 'before and after' look, but I'm saving it for Friday, and then I'll share it k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating about a new hairstyle I should go for soon. Dearest Fiancé still insist that I keep the primary hairstyle that he have always love so much, when I 'boldly' tried it for the first time, some 3-4 years ago when my hair was a shoulder-length concave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 466px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/feoo.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 466px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC04216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I grew my bangs into fringes. At first I only decided to dye my fringe laa kan, but after a couple of weeks, my brother and I tangan gatal, go and dye 75% of my hair the wrong shade of red auburn, and it turned out like this (!!!) Please don't laugh! It was during a moment of folly! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC01986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, I got bored with the colour, so I jetblacked my hair, and had my hair did (again) but 'more professionally' with the correct shade of red auburn that I wanted, with bangs and all. Tsk! I'd probably stick to bangs, but I'm going for a different shade of colour this year. Something I've never tried before. And I hope, it'll turn out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a surprise k. HAHAHAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I'm still contemplating; what do guys think? Bangs or no bangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, here's something for the Monday bluess;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9b49d7a0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/433d722d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5158205208924677464?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5158205208924677464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5158205208924677464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5158205208924677464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5158205208924677464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-be-honest-im-more-explicit-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2615111915526655867</id><published>2010-07-22T14:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:22:02.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you have been following me via Twitter, you would've seen my 101 complains yesterday. It is, however one of the worst midweek, ever to date. And it was pushing me over the edge. But well, everybody have those bad days, and mine happened to be yesterday. I am so glad that's over. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a very much lighter note, the evening got a whole lot better when I went over to Dearest Fiancé's. It's been quite awhile since I last saw Little Rayyan, and I must say that he has grown so much now, and he seems to have lost some weight too(?) Or maybe it's just cause, I haven't seen him for quite awhile. Hahaha! I managed to kiss him twice before Dearest Fiancé and I left for dinner at Admiralty's Mac Donalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad hungry, I tell you, since I skipped both breakfast and lunch. I guess that was one of the many reasons why it wasn't that much of a good day for me yesterday. You know what they say; a hungry girl is an angry girl! Hehehe, or so I say I was, yesterday. Tsk! And oh, did I mentioned Dearest Fiancé skipped his OT just to  meet me? (And also partly because he was exhausted from doing OT every single day for the past weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really patient with me last night, listening to my complains about work, and all about what a bad day it was for me. He sat there, listened and smiled and occasionally add some sarcastic but funny remarks about my complains, that made me laugh; in between fillet bites. Well of course, that cheered me up, BIG TIME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short night and Dearest Fiancé pampered me like a princess! BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'm still not his "NUMBER ONE" priority; THIS IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 422px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a4f4464a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2615111915526655867?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2615111915526655867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2615111915526655867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2615111915526655867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2615111915526655867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-have-been-following-me-via.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7600669775312926171</id><published>2010-07-19T14:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:58:05.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Fiancé and I spent our Saturday afternoon at town, since he was madly craving for the curry chicken at Far East. I almost forgot to crave about it, honestly speaking (HAHAH!) but well, since my baby conveniently reminded me about it, I got a tad too excited! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it also reminded me about the one time I recommended Fiqah to try it, and I don't know how, at that point of time, I actually forgot that she isn't a big fan of spicy food. It was hilarious watching her eat so quickly, when normally she would be the last to finish. Tsk! Good times eh, Fiqah? HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, topic lari. Ter-sidetrack sekejap pasal si Fiqah nih. HAHAHAH. So anyways, like any other typical Saturdays, town is forever crowded one laa, rain or shine, flood or no flood, confirm, without a doubt there will always be the young crowd. I personally hate crowded areas, crowds or whatever that could get me claustrophobic. So ya, not.a.fan. But curry chicken punye pasal, I tahan, okay. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what not to like about this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 322px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/4f637a89.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 322px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b243b1b9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Dearest Fiancé thought of catching a movie, but since most of the good shows are selling fast, we dropped the idea totally. I tried encouraging him to shop for a couple of Tees for himself since he has been whining that he keeps wearing the same thing over and over again, and couldn't recall the last time he shopped for himself, and not for me. HAHAHA! But he stubbornly refuses and keeps mentioning that he'd rather spend the cash modifying baby-busa instead. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after we got tired of walking around aimlessly, we decided to make a move. We randomly picked Mustafa Centre, and coincidentally, we both needed to get a couple of our own daily items, so we headed there, but it was as crowded as town, I tell you. So we ended up taking a little detour around little India instead. And when Dearest Fiancé finally found a parking space, we walked down the shop-houses and bought toiletries, that's not even IN Mustafa Centre lor. Tsk! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we settled for drinks at Insaf before ending the night.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the many Saturdays that I loveee, definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that pisses me of BIG TIME, was when we bumped into one of Dearest Fiancé old time fling. Ya allah, I was tested, when she smiled disgustingly at Dearest Fiancé and almost intentionally brushed shoulders with him, as she walked by us. Hanya tuhan saje yang faham perasaan aku, at that point of time. Masha-allah. *shakes-head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very much lighter note, here are some pictos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/bf2ae8f3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/fe2c786e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ef8e63d7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/7ffa38b7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/b4ae9ff8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/9809460e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7600669775312926171?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7600669775312926171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7600669775312926171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7600669775312926171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7600669775312926171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/dearest-fiance-and-i-spent-our-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1688091933019304119</id><published>2010-07-16T15:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:14:47.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the cliché that folks would tell you about how being in a relationship is considered child's play as compared to being engaged or married? I used to think that it is just an opinion that has been passed down for generations. But as I get older, and now being engaged, I realized the distinct differences and I finally understood what they meant; partly. (I have yet to understand the being married part though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing with you this random piece, because 1) It's an understatement to me, if you have that, "how hard/different can it be" kind of thinking, and 2) I've decided to share a little bit about how being engaged has made both Dearest Fiancé &amp;amp; me understand each other better. It hasn't been easy, I'll admit, but it is worth every single second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are reaching our 3rd month of being engaged in about 2 weeks time, and I must say that despite all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;dugaan(s)&lt;/span&gt; that we have gone through so far, we are still holding on strong. Alhamdulilah. There are times when our anger got the best of us, and we would scream and shout like nobody's business until we both got hurt emotionally. It was really hard to go through such phases when we both tried our hardest to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, we are trying our bestest to adapt to the different changes in our lives, and it's quite difficult to put in words how different life is right now as compared to 3 months ago. It's already hard enough trying to revive this relationship when it was on the rocks for a year, but as time goes by, we are slowly learning to accept each other's flaws and accepting the fact that sometimes, change is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some iPhone pictos taken randomly this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a8f17916.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/31240ee0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/2a3f0acb.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8df5d250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 648px; height: 422px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/1f7abcb9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, for the record, I am just fine being the minority. Your judgement, and your hot-gossips doesn't bother me, not one damn bit.&lt;br /&gt;So please, if you have better things to say, I'm listening. If not, kindly walkaway. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1688091933019304119?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1688091933019304119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1688091933019304119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1688091933019304119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1688091933019304119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-cliche-that-folks-would-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-928727829468664211</id><published>2010-07-14T13:49:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:57:28.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How time fly by so quickly these days. It'll mark a month in a couple of days time, I'm working here in UNI Strategic. Alhamdulilah, things are going on just fine. I have awesome colleagues and well, I'm pretty much contented. Moreover, I am thankful every single day that I enjoy my job-scope, though it's the simplest job here, or in any other office, for all that matters. Hahahah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is long overdue, but before I start procrastinating some more, here are the pictos of my work area I promised Dearest Fiancé I would post up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work area is still in revamping-mode, so it's not much laa. And yes, it does gets crazy sometimes when both phones ring at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 310px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/a0bef370.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 310px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/8ca08b09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lounge and pool area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 310px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/6af857d8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 310px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/d9da5ad6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my work area overlook both the lounge &amp;amp; pool area at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 310px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/ae81459a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 310px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/70534d0a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-928727829468664211?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/928727829468664211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=928727829468664211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/928727829468664211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/928727829468664211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-sure-do-flies-so-quickly-these.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2106662162837363274</id><published>2010-07-12T16:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:51:55.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend was tons of fun, though I must admit the time spent with my one and only seems pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I want to complain on and on about it, I am meeting him later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, no need to complain laa eh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35780_140807135932104_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34983_140807219265429_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36455_141546405858177_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 460px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34144_142022525810565_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being accused of being an "impulsive shopper/buyer", I really need to be careful the next time I shop. And oh, I was also accused of being an "impulsive thrower". Reason being, I don't have second thoughts about throwing away stuff. And I'm now conscious about every little thing that I want to throw away. THANKS FIQAH! For making such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;accusations about/of me. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I hope this week will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Insya-allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2106662162837363274?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2106662162837363274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2106662162837363274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2106662162837363274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2106662162837363274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-was-tons-of-fun-though-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1832678097126637833</id><published>2010-07-11T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:05:29.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A closing advice for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have learned to pray for what I need, rather than what I want, to seek significance rather than success, to search for God's way rather than my own, and to look at what I can give rather than what I can take. I have found the course easier and the direction simpler. I worry less and trust more. I use things and love people rather than using people and loving things. It has cleared my eyes, heart, &amp; soul for what is really important." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Barbara Bartlein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1832678097126637833?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1832678097126637833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1832678097126637833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1832678097126637833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1832678097126637833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/closing-advice-for-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5511671980310234815</id><published>2010-07-09T09:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:17:02.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm SO DAMN GLAD that WC is coming to an end pretty soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking quite a toll on Dearest Fiancé &amp; practically everyone else who're glued to the TV late at night, screaming GOAL (!!!!) at the top of their lungs at 2 or 3 in the morning. One word: KNS! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictos taken last night, to kick start the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 389px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/20847_423837427944_605207944_471881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34360_141064089239742_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36786_141082345904583_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34357_141064292573055_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35245_141064365906381_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35276_423925072944_605207944_472075.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35156_423848382944_605207944_471903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 389px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34572_423838167944_605207944_471881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Bugis Village's Qiji, and a mini shopping spree for Kak Ti. &lt;br /&gt;The night was short, and Sam drove us home later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only normal that I'm missing my Dearest Fiancé so terribly, right?&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5511671980310234815?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5511671980310234815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5511671980310234815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5511671980310234815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5511671980310234815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-this-randome-note-i-am-so-damn-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3871397952544519005</id><published>2010-07-07T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:35:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The best way to appreciate your job, is to imagine yourself without one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gone through 2 phases of my life being jobless for over half a year, I am now re-quoting that life-value over and over again in my head. I know pretty well about how frustrating and demoralizing it is to be jobless twice for over half a year before finally settling down with a proper job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I hope to share this with everyone else about how important it is to always be thankful for what you are and what you have. Be thankful for everything that you have gone through in life; be it through the good times, the bad times, even the hardest of times when you feel like all hope is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, "God will never give you anything, you can't handle."&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3871397952544519005?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3871397952544519005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3871397952544519005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3871397952544519005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3871397952544519005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-way-to-appreciate-your-job-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6573378781569733380</id><published>2010-07-06T21:53:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:52:37.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random self shots at work/toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35709_140189095993908_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35102_140469119299239_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36714_138860709460080_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 363px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36385_138627722816712_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, today's meant for you, me &amp;amp; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 389px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35820_140523382627146_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6573378781569733380?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6573378781569733380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6573378781569733380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6573378781569733380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6573378781569733380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-self-shots-at-worktoilet.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7358968088369950732</id><published>2010-07-05T10:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:16:37.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This entry is probably a bit outdated already, but for keeps' sake, I'm still gonna do a recount about it anyway. In fact, I should warned you that this will be a bit lengthy, with pictos and probably a lot about having my 21st celebrated with two of the most precious and most dearest people to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday itself, June 29th, a Tuesday, I made my way to Dearest Fiancé's after work. All I had in mind was having dinner at Causeway Point, and that's about it. But he already planned something else for me, that he know I would love, of course! I wasn't expecting much because my birthday gift cost him a bomb already, so I was already so happy when I get to spend an evening with him, when he was suppose to be on OT that particular night. (Awwwwwwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set for Causeway Point first to get my gift from Citigems. And I am so in love with it already. It's a 4 leave clover pendant worth $88, and on top of that, I even get a 50% off of almost all the items for a month. It was tempting, but I don't really accesorize that much, so nevermind laa eh. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/?action=view&amp;amp;current=35420_138834479462703_1000000845605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 594px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35420_138834479462703_1000000845605.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Fiancé then told me that we are heading somewhere else for dinner. He already told me that we are having Mac Donalds, so I thought we are just heading to the outlet at Woodland Mart. But noo, he told me to wait at the carpark, while he take away our dinner. And then he revealed that we are having our dinner here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/?action=view&amp;amp;current=37000_140146462664838_1000000845605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 603px; height: 452px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/37000_140146462664838_1000000845605.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea where this is? NO? HAHAHAH. It used to be our very favourite spot to hang out when we had no other plans. On that particular evening, we watched an under 12 Spain vs Portugal match. *inside joke* It was pretty sweet because 1) I forgot that it used to be one of the favourite hang-outs for us and 2) It holds many precious memories for us, especially for a particular annimonthsary when we had our own candle-lit dinner at that very place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already sweet enough as it is until he looked at me and said, "I bought candles." And I immediately know that we are having a mini candle-lit dinner on my birthday! It was very touching lor. I have yet to asked him when he find the time to actually get the candles! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/37001_138662559479895_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36108_138663406146477_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34099_138662839479867_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/30445_138685982810886_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/26677_138663129479838_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36968_138663799479771_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being so exhausted from work, he still made time for me, on my special day. What could be more sweeter than that? It was the sweetest since he treated me like a princess for that such meaningful night. But like all the good things in life, it has to come to an end. Sooo yaa, baby thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love you. I love our time together. I love the little things you do for me. I love the candle lit dinner. I love the silly things you say to make me angry. I love everything, just everything about you that made a part of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, BFF booked a Thursday evening to treat me to a belated birthday dinner. I was very much looking forward to it since we haven't met since my Engagement, and I know we have a LOT of catching up to do! Despite having quite a difficult day, it was really nice having to sit down for dinner, with my dearest BFF, and laughed the night away. And not to mention all the good food we had. Yummmehhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36701_408622317652_709147652_496339.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35426_408623157652_709147652_496341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34151_408622797652_709147652_496340.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34025_408622522652_709147652_496339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/20838_139200436092774_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35392_139363126076505_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36642_139198706092947_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34361_139198516092966_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After catching up on alot of the latest gossips and whatnots during dinner, and criticizing everyone who walked by; mind you we had Pizzahut for dinner, at Harbourfront, and we chose to sit outside. HAHAHAHAHA. That's why we had a lot to criticize about. LOL. BFF then suggested that we window shopped, and she had intentions to splurge at Rip Curl's. We both could spend hours just browsing through every piece and go, "Mahal sia nih." over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both tried a couple of outfits, and BFF decided to treat me to any piece from that store. I was overjoyed, I tell you. Hahahahaha! It was very unexpected since she already treated me to a hearty dinner. And now this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34194_139224746090343_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/20848_408624487652_709147652_496343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling! I am in loveee with it. Heheheh. And like any other normal girls, we started "camwhoring", in the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;It is of course, our favourite place what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36448_139225299423621_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/30455_139226299423521_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/34015_139359762743508_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/35436_139224279423723_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more where that came from ah, and most of it are already uploaded in FB. We ended the night quite late, since it was really difficult to get one dang cab there. -_-" Nonetheless, thank you Dearest BFF for your treat! Loveeee you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for more other updates soon k.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you wish to stalk me on a daily basis, just follow me on Twitter. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7358968088369950732?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7358968088369950732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7358968088369950732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7358968088369950732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7358968088369950732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-entry-is-probably-abit-outdated.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7829429283182875706</id><published>2010-07-01T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:40:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you to all who remembered my 21st.&lt;br /&gt;Your well wishes are very much appreciated! Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially TWENTEEN-ONE, baby! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24578_120507564628728_1000000845605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/24578_120507564628728_1000000845605.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the sweetest 21st, and I'll update about that soon.&lt;br /&gt;GST + PAY DAY = OKB COMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7829429283182875706?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7829429283182875706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7829429283182875706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7829429283182875706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7829429283182875706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you-to-all-who-remembered-my-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1023767655675290663</id><published>2010-06-28T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:04:37.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to my nine to six basis, I have decided on minimal updates on my blog for the time being. I am adapting very well here in my new workplace, and alhamdulilah, everyone has been really pleasant and nice. I promised Dearest Fiancé that I'll upload pictures of my office soon. SOON baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am still quite speechless upon receiving an advanced surprise birthday gift from Dearest Fiancé last weekend. The same way how he surprised me with a Baby G watch, that was how he moved me to tears, once again. This time round, he pakat with the Starhub customer service lady. He very smart one, peng cerita abes-abes punye, telling me he wanted to change his mobile plan and use under my name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't suspect anything AT ALL since I did advice him so many times before to change his mobile plan, and I though he "has come to his senses" and finally listen to me. HAHAHAHAHA. He didn't even let me be next to him when he was talking to the customer service lady, with an excuse saying I might distract him. I thought he was just being difficult, and that pisses me off when normally there wasn't any problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting there looking over at him, that miang customer service lady sempat nak menggatal dengan tunang aku. Tu yang buat aku lagi geram. At that point of time, I felt like going over and slap her back to the Phillipines. KNS. Ada limits k lady. So when Dearest Fiancé finally called me over, I wasn't too happy when she was talking to me. HAHAHAHA. Seriously speaking ah, where got mood to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at her plainly as she was talking, and until she pulled out a small box, and started explaining to me in her fillipino accent that I couldn't quite understand. I wasn't quite paying attention to her until she said, "Happy Birthday". And when she flipped over the small box, I realized it was an iPhone, and it was for me. I was still mad at her but completely speechless when I looked at Dearest Fiancé. He was smiling ever so widely at me, and I was already tearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally lost for words, because I never did once mentioned that I wanted an iPhone, and to suddenly get one was like, "Wow!". He is always planning secret surprises for me, and most of the time, when I least expect it. It's hard to put it in words what and how I felt at that point of time. But I knew, it's gonna be one I'll always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/?action=view&amp;current=iphone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/iphone.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again dearest love for this surprise birthday gift. And like I always say, I can never thank you enough for this expensive gift. I love you dear, and stop making my iphone an umpan for your next conversation with me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for another update soon.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1023767655675290663?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1023767655675290663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1023767655675290663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1023767655675290663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1023767655675290663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/due-to-my-nine-to-six-basis-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-166045045853301540</id><published>2010-06-22T21:03:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:46:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, before I begin with my update, I've gotta warn yall that, this will be a pretty long entry, with pictos and a list of all the good memories during our 3D2N family chalet in celebration of Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really there on Day One (Friday), since I've just started working. (For all who didn't know- like finally! I've secured myself with a proper and more stable job. Alhamdulilah, I'll talk about that soon yaa); And so, right after work, I rushed over to the chalet and Fiqah only gave me 10 minutes to get changed into my swimsuit (-_-) as all the cousins were going for a night swim. Despite being completely exhausted from the long journey, I still had a good relaxing swim with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour soaking in chilly water, we went back to the chalet and had a fair share of BBQ-ing since all of us were already so hungry from the swim. I was already half-starving while swimming, so yaa, you'd be surprise by the number of BBQ-ed chickens that went into my belly. Tsk. Alright, I shall not elaborate on that part. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418162717944_605207944_456994.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418163397944_605207944_456996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418163182944_605207944_456995.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418163042944_605207944_456994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08090.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08078.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08113.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08110.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08097.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08115.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By midnight, the cousins went for 2 games of bowling and despite me losing to Kiki &amp;amp; his buddy, I still had alot of fun. Second game je aku daa malas, cause I was already very exhausted; tak tau asal tiba-tiba aku penat semacam gitu, until main bowling pun main hentam sembarang one. Hahaha, but still I got one strike during that second game. Not sure how that happened, all I know was, after I throw the ball, I just turn around and walkaway. Then everybody was like, "Ehh Na, strikee!" Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I even spared a split-8. Itu pun lagi satu punye miracle. I also not sure how I did it or how that actually happen laa. HAHAHAHAHA! But it did. Tsk. Nih semua naseb orang daa penat laa gitu. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08122.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08142.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08152.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08163.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done with our game, it was close to 3am; most of us had a good rest of what is left for the night. I actually had a good rest and was already hyped up for Saturday, though at first we do not have any idea what we should do for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two (Saturday), after Nasi Lemak for breakfast, I got all the little cousins out for a swim since they were bugging me about it. It was already close to noon when we had our swim, so you can just imagine how tanned I am now. LOL. You'll be able to see the difference in the next couple of pictos. And then later, all the others opt for an afternoon at Escape Theme Park, though I was abit disappointed laa, since most of the thrilling rides aren't there anymore. Very boring already, but naseb baek tuu tixx dapat free, so whatever lorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08172.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08174.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418164287944_605207944_457000.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418164567944_605207944_457001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418164572944_605207944_457001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418164577944_605207944_457001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418165847944_605207944_457006.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418165832944_605207944_457006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only rides we went on were the Viking, Go Kart, Water Log &amp;amp; The Haunted House; which was pretty mundane as compared to what it used to be. We all agreed to save up enough for Universal Studios, one fine day. And I can't wait for all the thrilling adventures the brochure promised us it would be. Tsk. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the chalet, we were done with Escape by evening and we settled for more BBQ-ing and then a couple games of UNO. I won the first round, so must kerek abit, walkaway give other people chance. HAHAHA. Tak laa, actually I was in need of a warm shower so yaa. And anyways, I got too bored just waiting for the game to end laa, so that's why I took a shower first. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418166492944_605207944_457009.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418166497944_605207944_457009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418166787944_605207944_457010.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/36348_418166787944_605207944_457010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08203.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08207.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sure you can see how tanned I am now, right? LOL. Thank god it's a good tan and not sunburn or what ah. Hahahaha. So anyways, after awhile, when semua daa bosan dengan UNO, we settled for more good BBQ-ed food before the little ones got a tad too excited for Twister; the long anticipated game for the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08221.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08224.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08228.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most undefeated title goes to Nurul Hannah. Her years of flexibility practice went to her "tak-tau-dudok-diam" habit that rewarded her with that title. Congrats Fiqah Junior! Who knew her quirky-ness has some advantages when it comes to this kind of games. :D Itu laa game yang paling kecoh for all of us; we were really noisy, and we all had a good laugh despite being after midnight and all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of games, then teros daa boring because 1) the guys started playing card games and 2) referee(me) suara daa takda, so by then, the rest turned in for the night. Dearest Fiancé and I went for a night stroll before retreating to a good night sleep, since we all had to rise early the following morning to pack and set for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08232.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC08238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the awesomest family event, ever-to-date.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-166045045853301540?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/166045045853301540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=166045045853301540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/166045045853301540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/166045045853301540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/alright-before-i-begin-with-my-update.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-4726164876912586397</id><published>2010-06-18T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:23:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, here is something worth sharing for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Do spare a minute or two just watching this adorably awwsome video yea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/27052010072.flv" width="600" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day chalet tonight till Sunday. Whoopedeedooo!&lt;br /&gt;Then nine to six for the week; no no, make that for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-4726164876912586397?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4726164876912586397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=4726164876912586397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4726164876912586397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4726164876912586397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/alright-here-is-something-worth-sharing.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7850663622044410373</id><published>2010-06-13T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:16:51.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have much to blog about these day. I admit, I am neglecting my blog no matter how hard I try not to. In fact, I only blog when I have pictos to share. And on a normal basis, I tend to blog about a day to day entry when I'm out with either Dearest Fiancé or family or both. And that's pretty much a daily routine already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to break this routine soon. But I don't know for how long my patience will be tested. It's already half a year, and up till today, all I can do is pray, and hope that I'd be that miracle who would break this mundane routine. But nonetheless, no matter how many more thousand times I watched my hopes fall flat on my face, I am still holding on, and still believing that there is still a glimpse of hope for me, somehow. Insya-allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I am sick and tired of doing temporary assignments. And for god sake, I really need to settle down, scrimp and save like crazy, and stop complaining about the months I have wasted with no permanent wage. And FYI, a part of me die every time I realized how demoralizing this is. So it's very much appreciated if you guys could just stop rubbing it in k. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0641.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0649.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0652.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0650.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0659.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0667.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0669.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0672.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's Summary: Jemputan. Kedai Motor. Town. Waterfront's Playground. Dearest Fiancé's place for dinner, carrom &amp; The Hangover. Home by midnight. Enjoyable day indeed with my one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7850663622044410373?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7850663622044410373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7850663622044410373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7850663622044410373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7850663622044410373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-have-much-to-blog-about-these.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6090464003958597958</id><published>2010-06-09T16:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:29:31.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick update so as to not make my blog look like it's dead and neglected. Tsk! Anyways! Remember my super advanced birthday present given by Dearest Fiancé's Mama &amp; sister? Yes, that Burberry-Inspired cosmetic box. I finally revamp the whole make-up and accesories shelf, and make use of the cosmetic box. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure does help makes everything alot more organized this way and I couldn't be more happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07963.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07966.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07971.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07973.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned that I am missing my Dearest Fiancé so very much?&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Rindu bangetttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6090464003958597958?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6090464003958597958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6090464003958597958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6090464003958597958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6090464003958597958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-quick-update-so-as-to-not-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5493869148659428728</id><published>2010-06-07T14:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:26:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These were taken yesterday; our annimonthsary date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0578.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0596.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0601.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0602.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0592.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0585.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0595.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0612.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0587.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0616.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0614.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my pick for the photo of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I used my E71 to take all of the pictos, you see here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an incredible outing, which we both would personally be coming back for more soon! And we can't wait for all the rides, and I mean every single one of them in Universal Studio to open! I had enough of Escape Theme Park. I tried ALL of the rides already, and yet the roller coaster is always under maintenance. Not thrilling enough ah Escape. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Studio, here we come. (soon!)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5493869148659428728?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5493869148659428728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5493869148659428728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5493869148659428728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5493869148659428728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-were-taken-yesterday-our.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3818512776265435838</id><published>2010-06-06T01:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:48:21.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Especially for my Dearest Fiancé on this very special day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you this note to remind you how much you mean to me. It also serves as a reminder for me as a sudden need to remind you of all the obvious feelings that are already declared and known. You'd probably think this is just another one of those mushy notes about how I go on and on with my endless thank yous and I love yous. Well, you're sorta right. I am getting right to that point actually, but first, I want to highlight about the importance of why the need for this constant reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know this, I do realize and truly appreciate all the things you've done just for me, the times you've sacrificed for me, and the chances you've given me. They are worth alot more than love itself. Yes, not even a thousand more of this note could ever thank you enough for all that you have ever done and given me. I always feel like I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to what this love really is. You'd think that I'm only saying this for the sake of saying it, right? Well, no. I really feel that way, in terms of all that we have been through with and without each other throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what fate has got to do with what we have been and still are sharing together until now, but I think it is fate, and love that brought us back together again. Don't you think so too? Kalau daa jodoh, tak kemana kan, orang tua-tua cakap. I have done quite alot of thinking about us every single day, and I realized that my fairy-tale has always been right in front of me, from the very start. And up till now, I still can't believe I took this long to realize all that. Thinking back, I really feel foolish for ruining a blessing in disguise; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've covered that issue countless times before, but I still couldn't come to terms with myself or give you or myself a good and reasonable explanation for my impulsive decision then. I still cannot forgive myself for all the pain and sufferings that I have put you through. It must've been hard on you. And not even an apology is worth all that I've done to have hurt you deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, despite having it all over and done with, I know there is still that dent in your heart somewhere that can never accept the disaster I've caused you then, and I know, it's gonna take a lot more than just this note to make it up to you. But, I am willing to try, and I am willing to give you my all, just to prove to you how much I really do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to make it up to you even if it takes me a whole lifetime, because I know now that without you, I really couldn't move on. I swear. It may seem like I was doing just fine then, but truth is, it never was fine cause I was an emotional wreck, living each day with regret when you weren't around. At that point of time, everything was completely oblivious to me. Foolish and naive, I know. Somehow, until today, I just can't find the right words to describe how you have been and always will be my pillar of strength, even from the very beginning, but I know that somehow you're probably clear about that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite difficult to explain that in simpler terms,  but without you, I feel like I don't know what else to do with my life anymore. If you must know, I think about you more than you could imagine, in a day. And I do think about all the littlest things that we talked, shared or even argued about every single night before I go to sleep. Normally, I'll find myself smiling over a day's talk with you, because when the night ends, nothing can beat that jittery feeling I have every day of my life spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after all these years, believe it or not, like our very first date, I still have that butterflies in my stomach simply when I talk to you or when I meet you. And that never gets old to me. I believe that is the spark that will never fade away. Ever. Insya-allah. Cause that was what started this awesome roller coaster relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else, we might be one of those disastrous couples who break up and make and so on and so forth. But who are they to judge us? Who are they to mock us based on all our bad times? They can say whatever they want about us, it's never gonna change anything. In my eyes, our relationship is just as beautiful, and I love us just the way we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a perfect relationship. And it's because we're imperfect that we are still going on this strong. I am not gonna sacrifice all the many good times we have for one or any silly misunderstanding, for all that matters. It's not worth it, and I really can't see myself without you. So baby, you are very precious to me, and I am so in love with you. It'll take a whole lot more than just words in this note to express my feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I end, I really am grateful that it has always been you. Just you. Always has been and always will be you. Thank you for everything you have done just for me, love. I can never thank you enough. Really, I can't. You've gone to such great lenghts to sacrifice everything just for me. Tell me, how can I ever thank you enough like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Haikal Anuar, with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Happy annimonthsary dear; the 6th is meant for you, me &amp; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 629px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3818512776265435838?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3818512776265435838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3818512776265435838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3818512776265435838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3818512776265435838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-dearest-fiance-i-am-writing-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6706616482663498084</id><published>2010-06-03T13:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:59:06.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These were taken last Monday when I spent the entire day at Dearest Fiancé's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0560.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0565.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0566.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable muchh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for last night, after looking at Wednesday for days (HAHAHAH! Inside-joke), Fiqah and I finally made the trip to town to spend on the $30 Taka voucher that she got. We had accesories in mind, but disappointingly, it was SOOOO over the budget. I was aiming for the usual bling-bling studs, but it was an effing $29. And that was after the 20% discount. KNS. I was abit disappointed though, but whatever. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed for the stationery area, hoping to find something we might like. But there wasn't anything we want or need also. By then, it was very sian already since we both got our hopes too high for the accesories. And just when we both thought our "treasure hunting" was hopeless, we spotted like an Esprit warehouse sale next to the stationery area. Thankfully, we could use the Taka voucher, so there's like a glimpse of hope ah gitu. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqah bought a hoodie top while I bought a tank blouse. It was abit over the budget, but Fiqah still paid for it anyway. Hahaha. And oh, Fiqah also tried the curry chicken at Far East, as I've recommended. And I actually, kind of forget that she's not a big fan of spicy food, so she wasn't really enjoying it. For the first time, Fiqah makan lebih cepat dari aku. WOW! That gives me an idea for the next time we dine, eh Fiqah? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0574-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0572-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice evening, no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 629px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends with plans.&lt;br /&gt;L-O-V-I-N-G it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6706616482663498084?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6706616482663498084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6706616482663498084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6706616482663498084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6706616482663498084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-were-taken-last-monday-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6633701819015681658</id><published>2010-06-01T13:21:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:18:17.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Fiancé tak habes-habes suruh aku tutop blog nih because I haven't been updating regularly, and even when I do, it's a sloppy update. Tsk, sometimes, I do feel like closing down this blog actually, but I would hold back, and think twice about doing so because there's over 700 posts worth of memories here. Sooo, after much thinking and consideration, I don't think closing down this blog is such a good idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long weekend was awesome. On Vesak Day; Friday, I spent the entire day at Dearest Fiancé's watching movies; Alvin and The Chipmunks 2, Bride Wars and Paranormal Activity. I still have constant fears about Paranormal Activity. LOL. What I don't understand about the whole movie was, why there's two absolutely different endings when every stretched scene are the same. Tsk, and I almost believed the movie was based on a true story. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on an absolutely hot and humid Saturday, we had errands to run for baby-busa. Dearest Fiancé bought a security alarm since there has been cases at his block about bike-parts getting stolen. So yaa, sayang motor punye pasal, Dearest Fiancé bought one just to be safe and sure. And oh, after months and months of procrastinating, I insisted on changing my helmet's tinted visor too. Now helmet aku daa tak illegal lagi. Woohoooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/30850_131035540242597_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us the whole afternoon going to bike shops here and there, and by around 6, we went to Tan Tock Seng Hospital to visit his uncle, Cik Jalil who was very ill. It brought back all the not so nice memories about hospitals that I didn't want to be reminded of. I just don't like the feeling of being in a hospital ah. And have I mentioned how extremely strict Tan Tock Seng Hospital has become? Tsk. Dahsyat! Or have all the hospitals become that strict? Sampai nak naek lift pergi ward pun nak kena register first, and then tap i/c macam tap ez-link nak naek train gitu. Yalor, that strict, and very leceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very much lighter note, Cik Jalil seems to be recovering well and I must say, he seems cheerful too. And yes, it was nice to know that his condition was a lot better as compared to the day before that. Alhamdulilah. We will be praying for his speedy recovery. Amin. After mahgrib, we left and headed to Serangoon for dinner at the nasi lemak stall yang power giler tuu! It's been awhile, eh baby? Afterwhich, we headed to town pulak. Hahaha! There, I bought a top, and we ended the night by catching the last Shrek's slot at Cineleisure. And by 1:15am, I was home. What an expensive Saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was Sunday, Cik Amy's Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07803.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07857.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07839.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07878.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07868.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07866.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07834.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6633701819015681658?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6633701819015681658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6633701819015681658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6633701819015681658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6633701819015681658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/dearest-fiance-tak-habes-habes-suruh.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3278391511181950824</id><published>2010-05-28T00:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:24:35.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Vesak Day today, and for many, it'll be a long weekend. It is so boring that I can't enjoy the anticipation like everyone else. Maklom laa, aku kan "housewife". Tsk, so boring like that. Insya-allah it'll get better soon. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0557.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0556.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, if you noticed, that's the official engagement photo-album. It's finally ready and Cik Ian had chosen his favourite picto and had it enlarged and framed. I must say, it's a really nice picture lorr. For a clearer picto, must come see "live". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/31100_129697317043086_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll promise a proper update soon k, bila aku tak malas ah.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3278391511181950824?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3278391511181950824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3278391511181950824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3278391511181950824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3278391511181950824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-been-really-humid-and-thick-this.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8421894285281215205</id><published>2010-05-24T12:01:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:42:08.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alhamdulilah, I've been recovering well. And again, I am losing more weight, according to Dearest Fiancé's Mama. What to do, I didn't really have the appetite to eat while having that throat infection. I am not insecure about my weight, and I hate it when people keep thinking I'm on a diet, when I'M SO NOT. Like hello, I want to gain weight, not lose weight here. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the weekend was alright. Saturday was spent at Dearest Fiancé's. I didn't really want to go anywhere since I just recovered, so we just spent the afternoon watching DVDs, particularly Blood &amp;amp; Bone. The movie was alright to me, and it also featured a scene with Kimbo Slice. If you don't know who that is, go and "youtube" him. Yes, it is a person, not a chili sauce. (Well, I actually thought Kimbo Slice was a sauce, you see). Tsk. Don't ask me how I get the idea. Beats me. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after the movie, we spent the other half of the afternoon pampering baby-busa. Like finally! It took us about 2 hours, to foam-wash, wipe and then wax baby-busa clean! Sampai daa nak mahgrib baru habis! We are both very satisfied with the end product. :) So after dinner and shower, we watched Ben 10 Alien Swarm pulak. Hahaha. I still cannot believe that Dearest Fiancé actually bought the dvd when it was repeated a couple of times at Cartoon Network! *shakes-head* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His excuse was, "Abeh I daa tak tau nak beli dvd ape." Hahahahaha! And oh, did I mentioned his Mama &amp;amp; sister bought me a cosmetic box. I was so surprised! They said it was suppose to be my birthday present, but they were too excited to wait until then to pass it to me. Hahahahah. So, this is like my super advance birthday gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/28950_128446390501512_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I am so in love with it!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these were taken yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 405px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07746.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 405px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was forced by Fiqah who was forced by Mama to tag along for this particular engagement invitation. It was Fiqah's kindergarten friend who got engaged laa. Adik dia(in maroon) kawan kindergarten aku jugak. I just couldn't exactly recall her when Mama told me, until I saw her. She couldn't even recall or recognize me at all. Tsk. But nevermind, as awkward as it was, I'm glad we were there for just a short while. Wooohh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8421894285281215205?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8421894285281215205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8421894285281215205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8421894285281215205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8421894285281215205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/alhamdulilah-ive-been-recovering-well.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-9142647493175302146</id><published>2010-05-19T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:47:05.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 629px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/feonas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this throat infection &amp; high fever would go away soon. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my appetite easily, and that's not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking and swallowing has never been this difficult.&lt;br /&gt;But it is, and it's torturous. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-9142647493175302146?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9142647493175302146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=9142647493175302146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/9142647493175302146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/9142647493175302146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope-this-throat-infection-high-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8911558863971894597</id><published>2010-05-16T20:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:20:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll have to say that, the week have been pretty hectic. I was so caught up with interviews, running errands and spending time with Dearest Fiancé, of course. I have yet to make the trip to CDC, but at the same time, I am still contemplating and discussing with Dearest Fiancé about the courses that I'd like to take up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was definitely a busy Saturday. It started in the morning when I accompanied Dearest Fiancé for his health check-up at Bukit Batok CC. By noon, we were already back at his place since Dearest Fiancé was advised to have at least 3 hours of rest. I was still abit "underage" to undergo that health check-up, so I wasn't affected like he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while he was resting, I watched Niyang Rapik. Maybe I was expecting it to be more scarier than Santau, but it fell below my expectations laa. Santau lagi seram lorr. If you can handle Santau, Niyang Rapik wouldn't be that scary to you laa. Hahaha! After the movie, I had spaghetti for lunch with his Mama followed by a short make-up session with both his Mama &amp;amp; sister. It was nice to have some girl-time with them. I want more of that, please? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2pm, when Dearest Fiancé woke up for lunch, I went down with his Mama to get a few things at NTUC. We also bought durians, since his Mama had been wanting to buy them but takde gang nak ajak makan. Hahaha, daa lamer bro tak makan durian. And what's more, only his Mama &amp;amp; me je yang makan the durian, the rest of his family members don't like the smell. Hahaha! They don't know what they're missing out on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying a couple of the sweet durians, Dearest Fiancé and I spent the entire afternoon after that, running errands for Baby Busa. There was a lot to do, but with so little time. The weather was so freakin' hot pulak tuu, that we both were practically bathed in sweats. Lagi2 that Saturday, tak tau kenape ntah aku feeling2, dressing up and had make-up on; so you can just imagine how uncomfortable that was eh. Tsk. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/28900_126714600674691_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, we both made our way to JP for dinner and just jalan-jalan for awhile before heading back to Clementi where we continued to jalan-jalan at West Coast Plaza and the pasar malam at the vicinity. It was absolutely tiring yet well-spent. I definitely enjoy every moment of it though during most of the journey, Dearest Fiancé was being quite reckless and I kept nagging at him, half the time. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, today is Dearest Fiancé's Mama's 52nd birthday. And aku dengan semangatnye texted her at 12am last night. Well, not exactly at 12am laa, but about 2-3 minutes after that, cause I dozed off for awhile. Hehehe. Nonetheless, I shall wish her Happy Birthday again, here. Semoga dipanjangkan umur, dimurahkan rezeki &amp;amp; sihat senantiase selalu. Insya-allah. Amin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8911558863971894597?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8911558863971894597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8911558863971894597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8911558863971894597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8911558863971894597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-have-to-say-that-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8085044865471156981</id><published>2010-05-13T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:28:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my official engagement pictos are still on hold, I shall have Dearest Fiancé's pictos posted up first. &lt;br /&gt;There are still alot more actually, but here are some that I've already uploaded in Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119780468050062_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119780421383400_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119780431383399_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119780444716731_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119789204715855_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119782748049834_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119782761383166_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119782751383167_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119787101382732_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119791408048968_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119789271382515_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119789241382518_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119791431382299_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119789221382520_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119793358048773_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29327_119793331382109_1000005432870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check them out in FB k.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8085044865471156981?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8085044865471156981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8085044865471156981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8085044865471156981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8085044865471156981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-my-official-engagement-entry-is.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1042212575545472859</id><published>2010-05-11T14:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:49:03.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/30230_121789154500569_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that glimpse of hope in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Insya-allah. Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1042212575545472859?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1042212575545472859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1042212575545472859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1042212575545472859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1042212575545472859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-i-would-feel-like-im-never.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-102278840722800494</id><published>2010-05-10T01:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:05:05.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have yet to get to that official engagement entry until today. I'm working on it. Hahah, ok no, I'm not, I just haven't compile the photoshoot pictos from Cik Ian yet. And until then, I shall continue procrastinating. I believe by then, cerita pun daa basi kan? Hahah, but I don't care! I will patiently wait for those pictos, and so will you. I hope? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the engagement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hello, i'm just a passerby :) i gotta say your engagement dress is beautiful and you look good innit :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, whoever you are! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- feona's formspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I wanted to get rid of my formspring from my blog, since I thought it has been dead to me (even though its not, I just didn't reply the feedbacks in an entry like I said I would, but I did reply though, at my formspring main-page). Hahaha, in my defense, I get bored easily with all these side-boxes in my blog. So, I tend to get rid of them once I'm not fascinated by it or feel so jakon about it anymore. And, just when I thought I should get rid of it, I now think I should just let it be, as it is. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, at least. :)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-102278840722800494?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/102278840722800494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=102278840722800494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/102278840722800494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/102278840722800494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-i-have-yet-to-get-to-that.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-8703464420135453599</id><published>2010-05-08T01:04:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:44:42.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started off my Thursday morning, bright and early; and then off to Dearest Fiancé's place. It has been awhile since I last saw his family and have I mentioned that I was completely nervous, like I was the first time, while I was walking to his door? Hahaha, I don't know why, but yes, I was feeling very nervous. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered telling Dearest Fiancé the previous night, "I don't know why I'm feeling really nervous to go to your house today." He rolled his eyes, and said, "Seow!" to my face. Hahaha, I ignored him and continued telling him, "Yelaa, I am no longer your girlfriend already tau baby, daa jadi tunang you tau sekarang, the feeling is not the same! Serammmm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, call me crazy lorr, but yaa, I totally feel different. In a sense that, I think it has been weeks since I last came over to his place already, and that was until almost a week after the engagement then I came over again. It is so nerve-wrecking, I tell you. LOL. Macam biase, like saying I seow is not enough like that, he translated it into Malay pulak, "Tak betol". -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that particular Thursday was our annimonthsary. And Dearest Fiancé especially took half-day leave to spend the afternoon with me. Awwww, sweet kan my Dearest Fiancé nih. Hehehe. But unfortunately, it was that same evening that I started to feel so lemau already. And by the time I got home, I was already down with a temperature, and my head feels like exploding! And so, I ended our annimonthsary night by drugging myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to end the night of my annimonthsary eh? But on a happier note, we manage to have some drinks at Al-Insaf before that. I confided in him  about all that has been troubling this little mind. Telling him that I was probably thinking and worrying too much about this and that, maybe that's why I'm ill. And he knows I cannot be under a lot of stress or pressure or both, cause the result of those two is me falling ill. So padan muka aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Dearest Fiancé will be touring off to Melacca in the morning for a wedding invitation with his busa-buddies and he keeps pestering me to, "carik plan" or something. Hahaha, I die-die say I dowan, because I'm becoming very the malas already, lagi-lagi time-time aku tengah saket nih kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I assured him I'd probably be spending my Saturday at home, he started getting all defensive and said, "Jangan cakap I tak kasi you keluar eh, I am not so over-protective already, so you don't anyhow accuse me saying I tak bagi you keluar and everything, macam dulu." Hahahah, relax laa baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29908_1125158866633_1757003579_2425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you laa, like I love ferrero rocher.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07414.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07411.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih little baby, kalau part yang nonsense-nonsense dia memang suka. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Have a splendid and awwwsome weekend everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-8703464420135453599?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8703464420135453599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=8703464420135453599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8703464420135453599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/8703464420135453599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-started-off-my-thursday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-4353325731372101581</id><published>2010-05-05T16:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:23:45.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, things aren't that looking up for me. I am trying to stay as positive as I could, but sometimes, my emotions beats me to it. It's not easy to live on the edge, and pretend that I'm alright with that. I wake up every day, comforting myself that it'll be better than yesterday. I not only have to believe that it will be a fresh start each day, but somehow, deep down, I know that it has pretty much become like a completely redundant routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how can I not feel miserable and completely pathetic about that? Maybe I'm not trying hard enough, or maybe I am just not good enough. At least, that is how I see it, from my point of view. Sigh. I believe, I am just lazy and fussy, from everybody else's point of view. No doubt about that. But well, who are they to judge me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, Dearest Fiancé and I catched Ip Man 2 last night at Causeway Point. It was spontaneous (nothing new about that eh? LOL) cause initially we just wanted to go to Queensway Shopping Centre. Side-track: Nak beli boot bola, kan somebody daa start active balek, maen bola. And the best part is, boleh satu gang nih dengan adik-ipar dia. Hahahaha. But, since it started to pour heavily, the plan was postponed to another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, Ip Man 2 was definitely not a disappointment. It was just as awwsome as the first one. And because it was really awwsome, everyone in the movie theatre clapped and cheered. It was rather lame to Dearest Fiancé. (To him, everything also lame laa). Hahahaha, but I find that really amusing yet hillarious and funny. xD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next would be Iron Man 2, Karate Kid &amp;amp; The Last Airbender, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/29854_122433827769435_1000000845605.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the 6th tomorrow. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-4353325731372101581?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4353325731372101581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=4353325731372101581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4353325731372101581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4353325731372101581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/frankly-speaking-things-arent-that.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-6781456521221215089</id><published>2010-05-03T15:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:49:42.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have the official pictos yet, but these are from Kinkin's personal camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07262.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07310.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07276.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, there are more in FB already.&lt;br /&gt;Do check them out k. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07368.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for official pictos from the photoshoot. &lt;br /&gt;I can bet I look awful and awkward. Maklom laa, first time kan. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-6781456521221215089?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6781456521221215089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=6781456521221215089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6781456521221215089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/6781456521221215089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-have-official-pictos-yet-but.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7704947968522612773</id><published>2010-04-26T14:00:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:57:17.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07072.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 425px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC07081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Engagement Affair.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table style="width: 360px; height: 114px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" id="Time and Place" class="profileTable info_table" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="label"&gt;     Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="data"&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;Saturday,  May 1st, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="label"&gt;     Time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="data"&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;12:00pm - 6:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="label"&gt;Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="data"&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt; Feona's  Place, SG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="label"&gt;   Street:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="data"&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;Blk 707 Clementi West St 2 #03-335&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" class="label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" class="data"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dearest Kelele's side will be coming over between 3PM - 3:30PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To avoid the crowd, you're encouraged to come early. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Looking forward to seeing all my guests there. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(as stated in Facebook application; Event-Invitation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back for a complete update come May 2nd or 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll be on hiatus-mode till the big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7704947968522612773?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7704947968522612773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7704947968522612773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7704947968522612773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7704947968522612773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/engagement-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-4020778905339231510</id><published>2010-04-23T14:54:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:37:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prior to my previous post about Dearest Kelele's complaint, he made it a point last night to make sure that tomorrow I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; must &lt;/span&gt;doll-up extra nice for him. He high-lighted, "Buat ape nak keluar, kalau you asek selekeh je bila kita jumpa?" So yaa, he said if I don't doll-up, then he don't want to go out ANYMORE. -_-" So since, we both only have Saturdays to depend on for a proper-date now, I guess I should at least be presentable for him laa. LOL. And oh, alhamdulilah, he is doing alright in his new job. And I'm happy that it's a 5 days work. At least I have my weekends to go out with him eh. YEY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I met up with Bff yesterday morning for breakfast. It's been awhile since I last saw Bbygirl, and I'm glad she hasn't forgotten me. Hahaha. I actually worry that she might laa, because it has been MONTHS since I last saw her. Tsk, I worry for nothing! It was just a short morning because Bff and I were rushing for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0455.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/25867_388676972652_709147652_443595.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having a short catching up with you, Bff. See you next Friday! That, I totally can't wait. And I'm not even sure if I could sleep on time, too. Lol. Remember the previous time you slept over? Hahaha. What time kita tido, Haida Hanim? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned, we're only left with 7 days to the big dayy? How time flies eh? Hahaha. And to everyone who has been asking, whether I'm feeling excited or not? Well OF COURSE I AM EXCITED! Hahah, I'm super duper absolutely soo sexxxcited about it that I keep dreaming about how it will be, and at the same time, I do worry about it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's just part of the experience. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0450.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, do take note that, I'm only sharing what I could in my blog and FB about something both Dearest Kelele's family &amp;amp; my family are excited about. I am not showing off, and I am not interested in any ruthless sarcasm about what you guys think this is all about. It's something really new in my family, because in this family, this is the biggest event ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Dearest Kelele's family and my family are proud with this ongoing preparation, and I just want to share a piece of this excitement with everyone. You only read about them, and you only know based on what you read. Mostly, about the excitement, the looking forward part, and basically all about the preparations. And I am not stupid to think that, this is just like planning a birthday party,  and when it's over, that's about it, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know this is just a stepping stone to building a family in the future. And to get to that, I know what's ahead, and I know the huge responsibility that comes with it. Dearest Kelele and I have already discussed about it, months ago, even before coming to the decision of getting engaged first. Both his parents and mine have been talking to us privately about the major responsibility and all. You don't know all about that part, because it's not something I want to share publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, spare us your sarcasm and judgement guys, because you don't really know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;And with that, we're just excited and so looking forward to May 1st! Yey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-4020778905339231510?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4020778905339231510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=4020778905339231510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4020778905339231510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/4020778905339231510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/prior-to-my-previous-post-about-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-5054218376254548166</id><published>2010-04-21T08:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:17:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week started off pretty rough and edgy. But, as it comes, I'm taking it all in. It's not something new in this life. And anyways, I'm already so immuned to the normal insanity one would go through when facing a tough obstacle along the way. Sure, it isn't something I would want to go through, but in this life, though we have a choice, it's not always ours to make, but His to choose. Who are we to complain about what He chooses for us? We all know it's always the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I don't know what has been going on with me. Even Dearest Kelele realized the tremendous change in me. I used to dress up to the nines every single time when we go out, but now, he cannot believe how extremely selekeh I am. These days, I just pretty much put on a pair of baggy jeans, T-shirt and slippers only, and shades when necessary; to cover up the unsightly eyebags since, I do not put on ANY make-up at all when I go out now. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby, I know this is shocking, but I lost interest in dressing up and how much  fun it was, when I used to enjoy doing my own make-up. I don't even watch make-up tutorials anymore. I have no excuse for this sudden change, but maybe, I just don't see the point of doing it anymore. I hope this is not permanent, because I do worry about myself, sometimes. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAYS, last weekend, we watched Clash of the Titans at Lot 1. It wasn't what I expected laa. Anti-climax sia the movie. And like I told Dearest Kelele, "I still prefer Jake Sully in Avatar compared to Jake Sully in Clash of the Titans." Apparently, the lead-actor in Clash of the Titans was the lead-actor in Avatar, Jake Sully. So nama melekat ah, even though his character in Clash of the Titans was some Greek-god's named Percius or something? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely disappointed, because the trailer looks kinda awwsome, and all. Soo, another boring movie that we shouldn't have wasted our money on. The only part Dearest Kelele enjoyed the most was when the God of Heavens said, "Release the kraken." -__-" Tuu je, dia sukee. Hahahahahahaha. *shakes-head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0447.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me now? If you're still not convinced, I'll do up an entry on the before and after of me soon k. &lt;br /&gt;When I got free time to give free entertainment and make fun of myself here, that is. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, this is pretty much it. &lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-5054218376254548166?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5054218376254548166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=5054218376254548166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5054218376254548166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/5054218376254548166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-started-off-rough-and-edgy.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3404243430988282956</id><published>2010-04-16T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:37:56.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little Rayyan's take on Eddy Wata's I Love My People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/RayyansversionI.flv" width="600" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, a couple of days later, he took on a Hindustan song with Dearest Kelele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/15042010007.flv" width="600" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS: You might wanna "pause" my Ipod first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both vids are my favourite, so which one is your favourite? &lt;br /&gt;Heh, have a great weekend, everybody! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3404243430988282956?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3404243430988282956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3404243430988282956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3404243430988282956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3404243430988282956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-rayyans-take-on-eddy-watas-i.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-1953183544912520036</id><published>2010-04-15T22:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:19:46.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truth is, I was going to update about a very controversial topic. But, since Dearest Kelele wants me to avoid the whole drama-mama thingy, I decided to update about something else. I'll save that controversial entry for some other time, when being pissed off would sound so cool in my blog. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very much lighter note, I spent my Wednesday afternoon at Geylang with Dearest Kelele to look for his "baju pengantin". And I am so excited because his suit is PERFECT! The suit is like tailor-made especially for him. We bought it at a boutique in Tanjong Katong, and though it was quite expensive, it was worth it! No sneak preview or anything k. Kalau ikut kan hati, memang laa I wanna take a picture of it, and post it in my blog, but nahhh, tunggu laa 1st May k. Hahah, no more sneak previews until the day itself. It's less than 2 weeks from now already what. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying that gorgeous suit that I am jealous of (no idea why I'm like so jealous laa kan), we decided to have a big lunch at Di-Tanjong Katong Cafe Restaurant. We had quite a spread just for the two of us. LOL. To me, the kangkong &amp;amp; Tom Yam Soup je yang paling marvellous, yang laen, ok-ok je. Not bad, and untok 2 orang punye makan, it's not that expensive ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0432.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0435.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0438.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG (!!!) when was the last time I actually post a picto of my baby Kelele? Hahahaha. Kesian laa, long time he never see his own picto in my blog already. Heh. Alhamdulilah, both of us are coping just fine, in case you're wondering laa kan. And alhamdulilah, Dearest Kelele will start on his new job come Monday. I'm excited for him, since it's something completely different and new. I hope it'll all go well for him. After a month long vacation, my Dearest Kelele is finally back to work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, before I forget, the day before that, his mama treated the family to dinner at Swensens. When she came back from Aussie, she mengidam nak makan kat Swensens. LOL. It was nice to finally spent some quality time with Dearest Kelele and family. I was soo full eh, that I practically dragged myself home that night. Perot aku macam nak meletop, bro! And yes, I've got lotsa goodies from her too. Mostly Aussie's chocolates. Woooh! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-1953183544912520036?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1953183544912520036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=1953183544912520036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1953183544912520036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/1953183544912520036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-is-i-was-going-to-update-very.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7126332356471706523</id><published>2010-04-12T22:48:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:56:06.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Questions Answered; feona   (feonaaa) | formspring.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="question" id="question420229646"&gt;              &lt;h1&gt;         &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="question" id="question420229646"&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's time to hunt for baju on ur big day. sexxxxcited banget  deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, Kak Ti. :))             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hahaha, yes yes, it's about time so already to hunt for one now.  :)&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/420229646" class="questionLink"&gt;24 seconds ago&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" onclick="removeResponse(420229646, '721580492d6edc52f7a46bd90ed84e62');  return false;" class="removeResponseLink" style="display: none;"&gt;Delete  Your Response&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;img id="removeResponse420229646Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="question" id="question416612802"&gt;              &lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im happy for u two . really ! from the beggining till now both  of ur loves for each other blossom out really sweet . :) cant wait for  the big day for u two . am gonna be there for sure . cannot miss out .  hees ~ hugs n kisses sweets ! tc!           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Aww, thanks alot fr your well wishes! So touching gitu. Heh. Oh, I  couldn't really tell who this is exactly, but issit you, Nad? Hahaha.  Lookin' forward to seeing you there, on my big day!&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/416612802" class="questionLink"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="question" id="question416609525"&gt;              &lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey. congratz! -fzm.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey, thanks stranger! :)&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/416609525" class="questionLink"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" onclick="removeResponse(416609525, '46f4c78cb5842503a83dd9f550f165a5');  return false;" class="removeResponseLink" style="display: none;"&gt;Delete  Your Response&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;img id="removeResponse416609525Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="question" id="question416608974"&gt;              &lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not a questn or feedback. LOL! Btw, Like finally you're  gonna settle down. well that's good. and hope everything will go on  smoothly. wish you all best k! Can't wait to see u on ur engagement day!  WOOOH~! feeda :)             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Haha, thanks feeda for your well wishes! Amin. Can't wait to see  you there too! It's been awhile since we last met, right?&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/416608974" class="questionLink"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" onclick="removeResponse(416608974, '2ec71443658cd346168182afcf9b3fc2');  return false;" class="removeResponseLink" style="display: none;"&gt;Delete  Your Response&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;img id="removeResponse416608974Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="question" id="question409492104"&gt;              &lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;         &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love ur heels!! &amp;amp; i cannot wait for THE day!! *partayy*&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Aww, I'm in love with my heels too, bff! And I cannot wait for  the 30th! *partayy*&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/409492104" class="questionLink"&gt;3 days ago&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" onclick="removeResponse(409492104, '85994d98a501c402997f347a7258b581');  return false;" class="removeResponseLink" style="display: none;"&gt;Delete  Your Response&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;img id="removeResponse409492104Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="question" id="question409489728"&gt;              &lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kasot utk ur big day? raye jgn beli kasot k. wear it again. it's  nice lah. from ur Beautiful gendut cousin, Kak Ti.g :P             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yepp, it is. And yes, I'm wearing it for raya as well. Wahh,  beautiful gendut cousin sey. xD&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/409489728" class="questionLink"&gt;3 days ago&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" onclick="removeResponse(409489728, 'daacc7856095d6e58e36b8b98ac1eaf2');  return false;" class="removeResponseLink" style="display: none;"&gt;Delete  Your Response&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;img id="removeResponse409489728Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ibu kalbu tu kak ti lah. kan cik nani yg ckp ibu kalbu. ;P             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;LOL! Yea, I figured it out already. Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/409487497" class="questionLink"&gt;3 days ago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for all the feedbacks and/or questions.&lt;br /&gt;Keep them coming, and, check back often! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last weekend, Dearest Kelele and I watched Evolusi KL Drift 2. We were contemplating about watching either How To Train Your Dragon or KL Drift 2. In the end, I opt for KL Drift laa kan, since Dearest Kelele have already watched How To Train Your Dragon with his friends. Tsk. I have no critics or comments about the movie though. Nothing much to anticipate about, seriously, but Aaron Aziz's acting is damn awesome ah. Naseb baek, part 2 nye takde that Fasha Sandha. I EXTREMELY HATE her acting in KL Drift 1. Annoying nak mampos sia tuu pompan. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that was completely unnecessary, right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for a second there, I got too carried away laa. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share this picto. It may seems like any normal pictos, you have seen of me before. But you have no freakin' idea how heavy the plastic bags on my left were, and how I have to use my other hand, and shoulders to balance that huge periuk full of heavy stuff in it. It was so challenging that, I told Fiqah to take a picto of me, and it is so ridiculous that it didn't potray the weight of the stuff, I'm carrying; not when I have a wide smile on my face, it doesn't. Duh? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 629px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, selenger kann aku nih.&lt;br /&gt;Until, I find something interesting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7126332356471706523?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7126332356471706523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7126332356471706523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7126332356471706523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7126332356471706523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/questions-answered-feona-feonaaa_12.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7184662267751167095</id><published>2010-04-11T01:50:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:00:10.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized I haven't been updating with pictos, lately. Honestly speaking, I've lost interest in camwhoring already. And anyways, I don't really take that much pictos anymore, since I've been dressing down a lot MORE and my make-up is alot LESS too, these days. Not less ah, actually I hardly put on any make-up at all when I go out. LOL. Daa malas giler sia nak doll-up. I've become so selekeh that, I only take about 10-15 minutes to get ready, when normally I'll take more than an hour. Tsk, major change right, surprising, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Fiqah treated the family to Dinner, at Mama's choice of eating place; Antiqah's Corner, located at Jurong East. Mama actually cheated my feelings, and told me, "Kakak nak belanje makan kat restaurant tau nanti malam." And I was like, wahh, biar betol sia. Kat kepale otak aku, daa pike restaurant, Garuda laa, Bali Thai laa, etc etc. So aku dengan semangatnye, reserved my appetite since morning for the dinner. Sekali, check-check, bukan restaurant laa, its just a well-furnished kedai kopi that have that restaurant touch to it. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cheating my feelings, MOM. And oh, naseb baek the spread semua sedap ah, cause I think we waited quite a LONG time, dalam 45 minutes ade (?) before our food arrives. Orang sebelah kita, sampai dah habes makan, makanan kita tak sampai-sampai. I don't like it when I'm hungry. You know what they say, a hungry customer is an angry customer. LOL. Right? Oh, tak eh? Then that's just me ah. Super grumpy when I'm hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06878.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06873.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06876.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking random pictos, I think we were too hungry to even continue anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I was getting rather agitated by then; macam nak mengamok pun ada, then baru the food came; like FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06887.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06886.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06890.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06892.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedap giler bro! Thanks Fiqah for the treat! &lt;br /&gt;Soon, it'll be my treat! SOON!! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find another time to update about my movie-date with my one and only, Dearest Kelele. And alhamdulilah, the recent kenduri party for cousin, Mong went really well. I am soo excited and really glad, that he's finally back home. Sekarang baru Daud &amp; Co. daa complete. YEY! Heheh. It's the day every one of us have been patiently waiting for. And now that he's back, I hope it'll remain that way. Insya-allah. We will always pray for the best, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back home, dear Cousin.&lt;br /&gt;And a happy belated birthday to youuu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06921.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I'll have my replies in formspring updated in my next entry k. &lt;br /&gt;So, check back often and keep them coming people! THANKS A MILLIE YALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7184662267751167095?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7184662267751167095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7184662267751167095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7184662267751167095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7184662267751167095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-realized-i-havent-been-updating-with.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2009284068598511680</id><published>2010-04-09T13:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:44:08.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After months of procrastinating, I am finally coming clean with everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of January 31st, after Lil Bro's birthday party, I talked to Dearest Kelele about something that has been bothering me; it happened that one evening while I was washing the dishes after dinner, at Dearest Kelele's place. His mama, came up to me, and in hush tone asked, "Haikel takde cakap apape pasal tunang eh, kat Nana?" I was completely shocked when she asked, and replied "Takde." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something serious because initially, we both didn't intend to get engaged at all. We just thought it would be better if we just save up for a wedding. But well, things are rather complicated, and we can't afford to remain this way after years and all that we've been through already. We know that it's time to get serious. So, we sat down with Mama, Ayah &amp; Fiqah and discussed about the matter. Alhamdulilah, Mama, Ayah and Fiqah were really supportive. :) Dearest Kelele's mama told me that she was really excited too. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the night of February 13th, Dearest Kelele's parents (both sides) came to my place to discuss about the whole engagement thingy with my family. Dearest Kelele waited downstairs, and I was so nervous about the whole thing, that I persuaded Mama to let me go downstairs and waited with Dearest Kelele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah, everything was well planned, and the date was set to May 1st, a Saturday, and a public holiday. Thank you Ayah, Mama &amp; Nenek for whipping up such delicious dinner, Atok and Cik Icak for being there as wakil for my side. After that evening, I was so excited that I couldn't stop yakking away about it with my Dearest Kelele. I was tempted to update about it in my blog, but I knew it was too early to say anything, until today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah, the preparations are all almost done, as you can see at some of the pictos I've updated. And I am looking forward to seeing all my guests there as well. And oh, I've sent out some invitations in FB, if I missed you out, I'm sorry, do let me know k. Text me, call me, formspring me, FB-message me, whichever it is, find a way to let me know k! It is going to be one memoriable day, insya-allah. I'm excited, nervous and worried, all at the same time. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next update.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2009284068598511680?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2009284068598511680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2009284068598511680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2009284068598511680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2009284068598511680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-how-figure-it-out-already-fb-people.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-2550439698825146203</id><published>2010-04-05T14:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:25:34.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Questions Answered; feona  (feonaaa) | formspring.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="question" id="question394795668"&gt;              &lt;h1&gt;         Yo Kak~ Pictures of that lil Rayyan &amp;amp; Abang Kelele, more  than similar. HAHA~             &lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;More than similar means same ah! xD&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/394795668" class="questionLink"&gt;4 hours ago&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" onclick="removeResponse(394795668, '8bb61d11914bcaac6d5b32c3ad7bbf7e');  return false;" class="removeResponseLink" style=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;img id="removeResponse394795668Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="question" id="question394789020"&gt;              &lt;h1&gt;         geez ~ thanks sweets . xoxo. :D             &lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No problemo! ;D&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/394789020" class="questionLink"&gt;4 hours ago&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" onclick="removeResponse(394789020, 'dbfce08c32410a219caf647d5b76a8fe');  return false;" class="removeResponseLink" style="display: none;"&gt;Delete  Your Response&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;img id="removeResponse394789020Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;h1&gt;         Weiiiiiiii!!!!! How wow u??? Lol! Ibu kalbu.             &lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm doing great, alhamdulilah. Ibu kalbu? o.O?&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/391962953" class="questionLink"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another preview before the revelation.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fiqah for sponsoring. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06828.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06821-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06819.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks people for taking the time to leave me a message in my formspring! I really appreciate them all! I welcome any form of questions and/or feedbacks. So do leave one whether you wanna stay anonymous or not. Either way, I'll reply them as soon as I get them! And don't worry about not getting your questions and/or feedbacks across to me, I'll have them posted up in an entry, like I've done so above. So, check back often. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next update!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-2550439698825146203?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2550439698825146203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=2550439698825146203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2550439698825146203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/2550439698825146203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/questions-answered-feona-feonaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7084370028836225474</id><published>2010-04-04T01:14:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:32:24.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating for a couple of days now. Sorry about that. Why? well because 1) I'm busy with my temporary assignment as I've mentioned in my previous entry, and 2) cause I got so freakin' addicted to playing X-box games with Lil Bro; that are actually more suited for guys/boys (DUH?). I completely sucked at all of the games k, frankly speaking. I figured, fighting &amp; violence in a video game is so not my forté. Ape nak buat, tengah boring, abeh game kereta takde. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But (!!!) it was still awesomee, despite the hundreds and thousands of times Lil Bro called me stupid, every time I die, and the game GAME OVER-ed on me. -_-" Kesian aku, adek aku sendiri cakap aku BODOH. :'( You give me Burn-Out Dominator ah, see if he dare call me stupid when I dominate the road with my maniac skills! Hmpf! HAHAHAHAHAH! *flips-hair + bragging-rights* I have no freakin' idea what I'm doing with my life anymore. Sheesh! *shakes-head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, please wait a couple more days about all the obvious hints I've been dropping here in this blog. For some, you've already known, and others might have figured it out already. But well, lets just wait aje laa eh. And oh, please do drop a "hi" or something in my formspring yaa. Doesn't really matter if you want to tell me who you are or not ah, just ask or feedback to me about anything k. And Nadz, if you're reading my blog, thank you for dropping a message in my formspring inbox, you are never forgotten! xoxo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I wanna share these pictures of Dearest Kelele, and his one and only little nephew, Rayyan. Somehow, coincidentally, these pictos that I took of them, on two different days, looked similar. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06176.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/0404.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Little Rayyan actually sleeps like that, especially on rainy days. &lt;br /&gt;The pictos of them on the laptop looked similar, right? Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, before I forgot, my "room-mate" is back from Bali!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;And she bought tube dresses &amp; a pair of flip-flops for me! Heh, thank you Fiqah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, till my next update.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7084370028836225474?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7084370028836225474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7084370028836225474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7084370028836225474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7084370028836225474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-havent-been-updating-for-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-7311957103421488754</id><published>2010-03-31T00:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:41:41.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My "room-mate" is leaving for Bali in the afternoon. I don't really like the idea of sleeping on my own k; until Saturday pulak tuu! But she made a really good point about me having the room all to myself. But come to think of it now, what's the big deal sia? So what if I have the room all to myself eh, Fiqah? Hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best kan kakak aku asek on vacation-mode jee. Enjoyzing betol, aku yang jealous lorr. LOL. Nur Shafiqah Binte Raihan, bring back GOODIES k, whether you're going there for work or leisure. LOTSA GOODIES K, for me, especially. Thanks, you're the best. Hahaha! Yang aku nih pulak, maseh terkial-kial lagi, macam budak takde arah tujuan. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a very much lighter note, things have been going great, so far. Alhamdulilah.  And right now, I'm currently on a temporary assignment for a couple of weeks, so do excuse the minimal updates for now yaaa. And OHMYGOD(!!!), look at the freakin' date! I'm only left with a month, and I've yet to make up my mind about the things I need to do in my to-do-list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 437px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that "pause" button when you need one?!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-7311957103421488754?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7311957103421488754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=7311957103421488754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7311957103421488754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/7311957103421488754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-room-mate-is-leaving-for-bali.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34985913.post-3541001506023472580</id><published>2010-03-27T00:01:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:15:33.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Questions Answered; feona (feonaaa) | formspring.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                       &lt;div class="question" id="question358718558"&gt;              &lt;h1&gt;         hey you! yeah you! hahaha! testing testing...1,2,3!!!             &lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, who is this now? -_-"&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/358718558" class="questionLink"&gt;12 seconds ago&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;img id="removeResponse358718558Indicator" src="http://www.formspring.me/images/indicator.gif" alt="." class="indicator" style="display: none;" /&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;h1&gt;         Testing, testing.. is this thing on? Haha! Still haven't figured  out the camera model la tu! Haizo!!             &lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nih mesti Fiqah tauuu. -_-"&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/feonaaa/q/350027547" class="questionLink"&gt;2 days ago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I start updating about something else, what issit with all the "testing-testing" in my formspring nih? Hahahaha. Yang satu, I know its Fiqah laa, yang lagi satu nih tak tau hamba-Allah mane jee yang kepo-kepo ikut testing-testing jugak. I welcome questions and/or feedbacks only, not testing-testing 1,2,3. My formspring is not a microphone eh, nak testing-testing 1,2,3 semua. It's working, so don't worry about not getting your questions and/or feedbacks across to me. -_-" K, no more testing-testing lagi alright. Say hi, or something else pulak laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, as I've mentioned in my previous post, Dearest Kelele's Mom left for Aussie last Thursday night, for 2 weeks and will only be back on April 12th. For the first time, I actually saw tears in her eyes when she hugged &amp; kissed me. At that point of time, I felt a tinge of tears coming too, but I held back. I hate goodbyes, but I also don't want to make things hard. I will always pray for her safety every-day. Amin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTOS! (in random order &amp; already uploaded in FB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06182.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06222.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06189.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06216.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06202.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06206.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06213.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 410px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06214.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06220.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06218.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o10/FEO1989/DSC06217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that pretty much sums up my highlighted entry for the week.&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, until my next update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34985913-3541001506023472580?l=jetblackheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3541001506023472580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34985913&amp;postID=3541001506023472580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3541001506023472580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34985913/posts/default/3541001506023472580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblackheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/questions-answered-feona-feonaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>feona's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697820254782365684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvT1FLnEGZU/SeWPu6cP1yI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/6KjQY5fxYKE/S220/DSC00347.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
