<?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-1587685842635527564</id><updated>2012-01-04T22:48:10.795+08:00</updated><category term='Blessed'/><title type='text'>iQa (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6357215746676878026</id><published>2010-04-01T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:14:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S7S4CzApQ0I/AAAAAAAABss/10Ma-jrZSoE/s1600/information,graphics,inspiration,type_words,life,motto,poetry-484a52e7f5d505c9167073fc448d7ae8_h%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455187406844674882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S7S4CzApQ0I/AAAAAAAABss/10Ma-jrZSoE/s400/information,graphics,inspiration,type_words,life,motto,poetry-484a52e7f5d505c9167073fc448d7ae8_h%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6357215746676878026?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6357215746676878026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6357215746676878026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6357215746676878026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6357215746676878026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html' title='L.I.F.E'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S7S4CzApQ0I/AAAAAAAABss/10Ma-jrZSoE/s72-c/information,graphics,inspiration,type_words,life,motto,poetry-484a52e7f5d505c9167073fc448d7ae8_h%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-3149129253150802379</id><published>2010-03-22T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:54:30.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are VIPS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZItSX2VgI/AAAAAAAABsU/HfPtaDNqLoY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451124341841745410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZItSX2VgI/AAAAAAAABsU/HfPtaDNqLoY/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took quite sometime for us to have such meet up. Hence, a magical text message from Moona made our wish come true. We have had our great indulgence of gossips, love and catch ups and of course a fair share of sumptuous food galore. As usual, our nenek tua will entertain us all. &amp;amp; Nad bahan will always be &lt;em&gt;pengecut&lt;/em&gt; as always. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZIo9LOAZI/AAAAAAAABsM/LGd_ZZy8-9I/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451124267432149394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZIo9LOAZI/AAAAAAAABsM/LGd_ZZy8-9I/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seafood platter for 2. Shared by the both of us. *yumyum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZIkWL0oeI/AAAAAAAABsE/wHRlevi03bY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451124188246221282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZIkWL0oeI/AAAAAAAABsE/wHRlevi03bY/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After which, Arab Street was our victim. Thanks to Isha for the recommendation and reservation. Indeed the ambience was just perfect for us to have our stupid games session and yeah back for the old time sake. [inside joke]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. TGIF indeed. Love you ladies to the max!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-3149129253150802379?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3149129253150802379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=3149129253150802379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3149129253150802379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3149129253150802379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-vips.html' title='We are VIPS!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZItSX2VgI/AAAAAAAABsU/HfPtaDNqLoY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-846896039983080801</id><published>2010-03-10T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:18:13.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, its now March already. How fast can time fly when all you do is just work work and work? I'm seriously missing the school days badly especially with great people around such as Sara Ong of course, Yan, Adi, Razak (ok, they are the Penyu's), Jasmine and many many others. To some who have started Advance Diploma few weeks back, all the best! I know its equally tough but hey, you did it in Diploma level so work harder. While to some like me, we just have to move on to the next stage of life which on the other hand, am seriously not looking forward to as yet. Because the issue here is simply about money, I've decided to move on to the next stage with my Diploma first. Yes, I've graduated but have yet to received it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what have I been doing exactly? As usual, working as a part-timer at the same old same old. Been coming for trainings with the exceptions of wasting my time (ok, maybe not all of my time) and also to spend quality time with the kiddos before I really leave them for good. Oh yes! When was the last time you heard me saying that I'll be leaving? I guess so too; its about time right? &amp;amp; very well, I'm so looking forward for April to come. My last project would be their POP and hell ya I'll make it a memorable one as no one ever did it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One great interview done and I know it wasn't my best. For this upcoming interview which is very important to me, I wouldn't want to even slipped it out of my hands. I only have one chance and that is it. All the best iqa, you just have to do your homework girl. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm. My love story? We are getting older in days to come. I'm telling you that its all coming real fast. Real fast. Time. Its just one of the factor that we are lacking of. But its all so good. Obstacles? Just don't talk about it. We have bundles of it. Some way or another when there are opportunities, we'll seize it well. Hence, all the misses will go away. However, it will come back as soon as we are parted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Aha, well dear THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-846896039983080801?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/846896039983080801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=846896039983080801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/846896039983080801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/846896039983080801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-well.html' title='OH WELL'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-4000364717736366198</id><published>2010-03-08T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:41:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ PARAMORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZLZO5noWI/AAAAAAAABsk/qa_Efre68a8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451127295847145826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZLZO5noWI/AAAAAAAABsk/qa_Efre68a8/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZLYf-UpII/AAAAAAAABsc/ipgKGLQ84XY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451127283250406530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZLYf-UpII/AAAAAAAABsc/ipgKGLQ84XY/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For sure, that was the bestest first experience live concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PARAMORE is love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you awak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-4000364717736366198?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4000364717736366198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=4000364717736366198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4000364717736366198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4000364717736366198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-paramore.html' title='I ♥ PARAMORE'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S6ZLZO5noWI/AAAAAAAABsk/qa_Efre68a8/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1050723996837322068</id><published>2010-02-17T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:20:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spelt it as FAMILY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Paul Pershell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1050723996837322068?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1050723996837322068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1050723996837322068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1050723996837322068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1050723996837322068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-spelt-it-as-family.html' title='I spelt it as FAMILY.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1636232894259177893</id><published>2010-02-09T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:49:01.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry-merry moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436220454206396674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3FVs2WvWQI/AAAAAAAABrs/ojTdKWUSFOc/s400/Family+potrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planning was done at the start of the year. This was a collaboration of 3 in 1 20th birthday celebrations altogether. We wanted to try something different and that was picnic. Blue and pick theme was chosen and venue was The Botanical Gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what was being told; grandparents, parents and daughters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436228438751286338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3Fc9nGllEI/AAAAAAAABr8/Viu3VjxqO4w/s400/21534_284462312853_647122853_3314811_8231830_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;We found a shady spot and went frenzied laying out our groundsheet to settle down. As the momentum keeps going, we had too many jokes being shared and exchanged. We ate to our heart's content, took many-many pictures and of course some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most annoying joke is from Love about the Midget in a room eh! We couldn't even stop teasing each other until we bid goodbyes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436220462136136546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3FVtT5Vk2I/AAAAAAAABr0/D7AtaJhkp5E/s400/focus.jpg" /&gt;Well, of course some games were merely for the name of fun but some do turn out to be emotionally-evoking. I can see that most held back their tears. Appreciated the honest and sincere answers from all even if the questions were as stupid as '&lt;em&gt;Where do you think is the toilet eh? and Where you do think we are heading next?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436220439703518994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3FVsAU-_xI/AAAAAAAABrk/7VN754w3Zkw/s400/babes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love all of you girls. You are my treasure that can never be trade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Donna Roberts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436220303165219986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3FVkDrt5JI/AAAAAAAABrc/qvqONW3IRcY/s400/iqanadi1.jpg" /&gt; On the other note, I am very proud of this boy. He have showed me who he was and that I'm very impressed. You appreciated all my friends and make them like your own. I'm very grateful and thankful. The number 8 is still young, but you have already made it big!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3FVjjd_mMI/AAAAAAAABrU/djOrOkHccIo/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436220294517725378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3FVjjd_mMI/AAAAAAAABrU/djOrOkHccIo/s400/Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SAYANG! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1636232894259177893?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1636232894259177893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1636232894259177893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1636232894259177893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1636232894259177893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/merry-merry-moment.html' title='Merry-merry moment.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S3FVs2WvWQI/AAAAAAAABrs/ojTdKWUSFOc/s72-c/Family+potrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2239898010280952193</id><published>2010-01-25T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:45:14.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviewww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S1xyV1ihlSI/AAAAAAAABqM/QBlWEgRr7qg/s1600-h/interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430340970176681250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S1xyV1ihlSI/AAAAAAAABqM/QBlWEgRr7qg/s400/interview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was an opportunity that we should have not let it slipped through. We went there for the sake of trying out luck. Well, it turned out to be perfect after we had to go for the medical checkup. Note check; 70% confirm will get the job. Thanks to my family for the free trip over to Changi Airport and the x-ray checkup (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both received the phonecalls to know that we have been accepted. Definitely a good thing! But to some considerations, both of us didn't agreed on taking the job. It was our very own personal reason. Nothing of influencing each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it was not mean to be because there are other more exciting jobs await me. Can't wait for the month of March, it smells exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2239898010280952193?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2239898010280952193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2239898010280952193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2239898010280952193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2239898010280952193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/interviewww.html' title='Interviewww.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S1xyV1ihlSI/AAAAAAAABqM/QBlWEgRr7qg/s72-c/interview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1456502571058821614</id><published>2010-01-20T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:53:03.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S1cJzwjxzAI/AAAAAAAABqE/OQ9kMQ9AQy0/s1600-h/im_so_tired_today-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428818660631366658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S1cJzwjxzAI/AAAAAAAABqE/OQ9kMQ9AQy0/s400/im_so_tired_today-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1456502571058821614?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1456502571058821614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1456502571058821614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1456502571058821614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1456502571058821614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S1cJzwjxzAI/AAAAAAAABqE/OQ9kMQ9AQy0/s72-c/im_so_tired_today-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-270554257659904261</id><published>2010-01-01T20:01:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:49:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>010110</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422393559153393234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0A2NoW0PlI/AAAAAAAABmg/jXFVSFolcW0/s400/collage+1.jpg" /&gt; A great kick start of the year! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally at the end of the year everyone will sum up the hightlights of an event, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422396167066108338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0A4lblqQbI/AAAAAAAABmo/ALWIe6DvHAg/s400/CIMG9530%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30th Jan 09&lt;/span&gt;- Chingay with BabyBitches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422396852512152754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0A5NVEu3LI/AAAAAAAABm4/llE2iGXvOGk/s400/DSC00038%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422396842925037618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0A5MxW_GDI/AAAAAAAABmw/yiiXAx5syvo/s400/CIMG9817%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday the Thirteen of February 09&lt;/span&gt;. My kiddos won 1st in the Drill Competitoon all planned by me and with the help of Adi too. &amp;amp; my 1st experience in St James. Adi was there too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23rd Feb 09&lt;/span&gt;- Adi was admitted to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24th Feb 09&lt;/span&gt;- 1st time went over to his house to pay him a visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Mar 09&lt;/span&gt;- I passed my first Aid exam together with Jerry and Aida. After which, we celebrated Ayid, Bro and Alus Bday at Denise Crib. Love at first sight kan ayid? ;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6th Mar 09&lt;/span&gt;- Bitches day out. Dinner at Lau Par Sat and Adi was there again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13th mar 09&lt;/span&gt;- Sentosa with BabyBitches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422400170305794034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0A8Oc0YL_I/AAAAAAAABnA/jZWI3OJmSWk/s400/26%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27th Mar 09&lt;/span&gt;- ACES' day out to Henderson wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st April 09&lt;/span&gt;- ITE results out! GPA 2.6 only!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3rd April 09&lt;/span&gt;- Didn't get myself into any poly ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th May 09&lt;/span&gt;- Graduation day. Officially out from ITE. Coffee Bean with ACES'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422401024363972754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0A9AKbtyJI/AAAAAAAABnI/1K7DMexgnZ0/s400/sweet+addictions%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23rd May 09&lt;/span&gt;- Love's birthday celebration with Bro, Ayid and Alus at Minds Cafe. Grand Cathay watching Night At Museum 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st June 09&lt;/span&gt;- Proposal accepted ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th June 09&lt;/span&gt;- Attraction Host House Warming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29th June 09&lt;/span&gt;- 1st day of sch at MDIS. Sara &amp;amp; Yan were the friends I made with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17th June 09&lt;/span&gt;- Belated cake surprise for Adi over at Jerry's crib. Boys swimming day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25th June 09&lt;/span&gt;- Officially staying at the new house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26th July 09&lt;/span&gt;- Last working day as Attraction Host in Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Sept 09&lt;/span&gt;- ACES' at my crib cam whoring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30th Sept 09&lt;/span&gt;- Love Malacca trip with his friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;05th Oct 09&lt;/span&gt;- Send ida over to the airport for her HK trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422408550695758754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0BD2QNC66I/AAAAAAAABnY/b4qIdlrQeP4/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;07th Oct 09&lt;/span&gt;- Once midnight strikes, Love was already in my bedroom waiting for me to get out from the toilet to surprise me with a birthday cake. My family was behind it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26st Oct 09&lt;/span&gt;- 1st day as a beanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;07th Nov 09&lt;/span&gt;- Abang Bob solemnization. Sah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11th Nov 09&lt;/span&gt;- Ban got admitted to the hospital for a bad accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18th Nov 09&lt;/span&gt;- Send Mak Ti &amp;amp; Ibu to the airport for their &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haj&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Dec 09&lt;/span&gt;- Love failed his class 2A TP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th Dec 09&lt;/span&gt;- I failed my class 3 TP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13th Dec 09&lt;/span&gt;- Syafiq and Afiq passed away due to a very bad bike accident ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18th Dec 09&lt;/span&gt;- Love left for his 14 days Medan trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422412555627650498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0BHfXvN3cI/AAAAAAAABng/Thrnj5P-zUE/s400/TC.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19th Dec 09&lt;/span&gt;- Teck Chin POP! He received the Baton award. I dawned his rank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuzzy Ifa solemnization too. Sah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31st Dec 09&lt;/span&gt;- Dinner with the CI friends at Breeks where I surprised Love my presence when I told him that actually I'm working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 heart, 2 pieces. Thank you you! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are the people who have add vibrant colours to my life. I enjoyed a blissfull live in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S Love is back home safely yday! Alhamdullillah. ILY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-270554257659904261?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/270554257659904261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=270554257659904261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/270554257659904261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/270554257659904261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/010110.html' title='010110'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/S0A2NoW0PlI/AAAAAAAABmg/jXFVSFolcW0/s72-c/collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6493260975597440283</id><published>2009-12-24T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:43:06.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SzJRpnvF8xI/AAAAAAAABjg/iJ2_KKPblYM/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418483077163119378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SzJRpnvF8xI/AAAAAAAABjg/iJ2_KKPblYM/s400/DSC00006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By now, I guess you are very familiar with this incredible stuff that you bought for me. At first when I got it as my birthday present, I didn't quite understand why you gave this to me. But now, I strongly know what it will be used for. When I'm missing you, I will looked at it and all my misses will go away coz I feel that I'm very close to you. &amp;amp; yeah, I looked at it today. After we ended our conversations, I was feeling very sad. To hear that you are getting sick instead of recovering is just so bad. I just hope that things will get better for you over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 5 hours, I will be busy preparing myself to go for my trip to KL and Genting. It will not be like the norms coz the lil one couldn't get her off day. Which means that I will not have any partner in the coach later. BUT, the favourite cousins will be there too. I guess, its neither here nor there. As long as I know that this trip will be a fruitful one, it worth going.  As you know, it came right in place to what has been happening in my life within these few weeks. And for that, pray for my safe journey home. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! &amp;amp; get well soon sayang! Enjoy your trip to Lake Toba too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SzJRpZ8dLBI/AAAAAAAABjY/eXdHpvGtlVM/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418483073461070866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SzJRpZ8dLBI/AAAAAAAABjY/eXdHpvGtlVM/s400/DSC00008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you so much much much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6493260975597440283?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6493260975597440283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6493260975597440283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6493260975597440283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6493260975597440283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-im-away.html' title='While I&apos;m away.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SzJRpnvF8xI/AAAAAAAABjg/iJ2_KKPblYM/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8937284279977317412</id><published>2009-12-20T20:51:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:08:14.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few days ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sy4r-7wPZWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2NZhkojxOmo/s1600-h/13745_202488216298_731621298_3271092_947435_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417315761965196642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sy4r-7wPZWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2NZhkojxOmo/s400/13745_202488216298_731621298_3271092_947435_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7 days ago, 2 friends of mine were killed in an accident and they left us forever. 1 of which, was the closest to me. My first love; Afiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5 days ago, I accompanied love to shop for his necessities for his trip to Medan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4 days ago, I managed to enjoy myself for a moment and let loose with love, Is and Ayid for a short karaoke session even though I was in a midst of having my exams, overcoming the bad news and filming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3 days ago, the whole day was spent with love. We visited Sentosa and was welcomed by the huge downpour. Lucky for us, it wasn't raining when we watched Songs Of The Sea. Though there were many new faces, I smiled as I entered in. There was Airie, Aini, Zul, Sham and Faezah. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 days ago, we squeezed in Avatar which was in 3D at the nearest Mall before we set off to the airport. Avatar was superb so you should watch it! After which, down to business. Packing up Love's leftover stuffs and had takeaway Long John Silver together as per requested by the boy. We took cab with his friend Lawrence and off we went to the airport. At this very moment, love didn't know of any of our plans to bring in the CI gang to wave him goodbye for his 14 days trip. Such a clever. When he knew of his friends presence, he was delighted but quite sad too. He didn't want any of them to send him off coz it'll be a sad moment for him to leave us but I just head on with our plan. It was full attendance with the exception of Jerry due to his fly.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you semuanya&lt;/span&gt;! I love all of you!&lt;/span&gt; Next, it was work for me. I had to work graveyard alone which was from 10pm to 630am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday, my family went over to late Afiq's place to pay his family a visit. I was at peace when both families could get along. How I wish it was back to the days when I am still together with him. The fact that our family could get along with each other was a good sign. Sigh! He left us too soon. Everything was predestined and we are not meant to be together here. I will always have his love with me till I'm gone from this world. Move on to cuzzy who had her solemnization. Followed by, HTA where I was invited by Teck Chin to dawn his rank for him. You did a great job by getting that Baton award. Now, just head my advise and excel. &amp;amp; back to Afiq's place again for the Kenduri. Oh yes, I received a phonecall from love too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, was the cuzzy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sanding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Met all my relatives and had our usual gossiping moments. Bumped onto Hirduan and Mus. Hirduan was part of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kompang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to lift up the wedding atmosphere while Mus was the guest. He was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aksi Mat Yo Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; friend of my cuzzy. Such a small world indeed. And guess what do we talked about? You are right! It was about our dear Afiq! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417310680575529826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sy4nXKGiU2I/AAAAAAAABjI/mptBd2cIkzE/s400/DSC04363.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cuzzy Efa, you are such a beauty! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. I miss you sayang&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I will wait for you and thats a definite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8937284279977317412?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8937284279977317412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8937284279977317412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8937284279977317412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8937284279977317412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-days-ago.html' title='Few days ago....'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sy4r-7wPZWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2NZhkojxOmo/s72-c/13745_202488216298_731621298_3271092_947435_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2868591421623007461</id><published>2009-12-04T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:46:11.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First timer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxjaP1GaQ7I/AAAAAAAABjA/maLym5cjpaA/s1600-h/funny-picture-cat-fail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411314917772510130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxjaP1GaQ7I/AAAAAAAABjA/maLym5cjpaA/s400/funny-picture-cat-fail%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2868591421623007461?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2868591421623007461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2868591421623007461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2868591421623007461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2868591421623007461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-timer.html' title='First timer'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxjaP1GaQ7I/AAAAAAAABjA/maLym5cjpaA/s72-c/funny-picture-cat-fail%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-17261716704885531</id><published>2009-11-29T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:34:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nourishing November.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxJ5ZMEAWWI/AAAAAAAABi4/b1oiE6Sn6AU/s1600/untitledhvyu%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409519576067103074" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxJ5ZMEAWWI/AAAAAAAABi4/b1oiE6Sn6AU/s400/untitledhvyu%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxJ5Y-yiPDI/AAAAAAAABiw/OFX35ML6tRY/s1600/13759_1140266318929_1595571963_30321964_6943448_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 376px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409519572504165426" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxJ5Y-yiPDI/AAAAAAAABiw/OFX35ML6tRY/s400/13759_1140266318929_1595571963_30321964_6943448_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both my aunt appeared on the cover about the last cohort of people going for&lt;em&gt; Haj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I've been missing alot lately. I've been missing alot till I didn't realise that it is close to months end or I should say it is already months end. Sigh! I'm back on my workaholic term once again. Come to think back, its worth the sacrifices. Eventhough I don't work as much as the boyfriend does, I still know that I've work so hard. All those money, I don't mind spending it for my sisters eventhough I know I need it more than I should have treat them. My big day is coming and I hope its a success for me. To get over and done with for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more time to waste and therefore, I have to start thinking what I wanna do in life already. Dang! I have to come to a point where life is moving to fast for me and I have to give pause to it. Work first and save up or further studies and work. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-17261716704885531?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/17261716704885531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=17261716704885531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/17261716704885531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/17261716704885531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/nourishing-november.html' title='Nourishing November.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SxJ5ZMEAWWI/AAAAAAAABi4/b1oiE6Sn6AU/s72-c/untitledhvyu%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-558997716534726628</id><published>2009-11-16T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:16:29.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough of bottling up everything. Since it overloaded. I might as well let it go. So now its empty again. I shall fill it up to its brim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-558997716534726628?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/558997716534726628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=558997716534726628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/558997716534726628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/558997716534726628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6939520408035463849</id><published>2009-11-02T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:31:47.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money makes the world go round.</title><content type='html'>In need of rest. I'm so wearied and exhausted. Finally, I'm working and am earning something for myself again after I left Sentosa few months back. Oh my, I miss those people suddenly. But this new working environment is not bad either. Something new to me. Anyway, I've been working morning shift most of the time. It needed me to punch in by 530am in the wee morning. After which, I will rush for tutorials and lectures. Sometimes you have to sacrifice in order to get what you want right? I hope they are very supportive of me though. I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6939520408035463849?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6939520408035463849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6939520408035463849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6939520408035463849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6939520408035463849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Money makes the world go round.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-180867735499500974</id><published>2009-10-22T10:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:07:41.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/St_G_ZfoUmI/AAAAAAAABio/FOMD7oaIcnw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395249671090754146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/St_G_ZfoUmI/AAAAAAAABio/FOMD7oaIcnw/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We rarely have the opportunity but once we have it, we'll seize it. A simple breakfast nearby my school area with your great company made the day kick start with joy and love. I'm simply loving it! This uncertain moment comes in when I'm seriously in need of you. However, having to see your condition like that made me realised something much more about yourself. Eventhough you have to work harder now, I will try my very best to be at my bestest behavior and also to understand you. You are very motivated to go all the way just to get what you really wanted which is something very valuable and important to your life. It hits me hard when I recall those moments of chasing someone special to you which is none other than myself. How lucky can I be?Now that I'm convinced you are the keeper I hope so too that you wouldn't take things for granted like what they did to me. Hopefully, we will live on and have the most beautiful relationship we can ever have together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo, your girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-180867735499500974?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/180867735499500974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=180867735499500974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/180867735499500974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/180867735499500974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/worth-wait.html' title='Worth the wait.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/St_G_ZfoUmI/AAAAAAAABio/FOMD7oaIcnw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-4452852726341162016</id><published>2009-10-22T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:32:41.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unprecedented</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, why does such action is unprecedented. I cant belief myself for making a wasted trip over for training when the next thing I know I wasn't needed in the first place. I felt a sense of responsibility towards those kids who I know needs me to be there to guide them. But why does it seems so predictable till I know what will the end product be by the end of the day. I bet those kids are cursing around too thinking why the hell was their time wasted for lazing around when the seniors are supposed to conduct some activities for them. I simply do not understand where the problem lies. My verdict after this two camps will be my final involvement with the corps. I am to tired to devote myself into such involvement coz I know the time has come to an end. Apology to those who wish that everything wouldn't have to come this way. I hope that my very last involvement will make you people think why I have been doing what I have been doing eversince three years ago. It was never easy. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yours Sincerely, WCI Atiqa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-4452852726341162016?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4452852726341162016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=4452852726341162016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4452852726341162016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4452852726341162016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/unprecedented.html' title='Unprecedented'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5606537656137783235</id><published>2009-10-07T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:37:05.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World, I turned nineTEEN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389552474748846274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsuJa7O7gMI/AAAAAAAABiQ/KxPHCZM0XtA/s400/DSC02678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was planned by both the boyfriend and family. Thank you! They work hand in hand to give me a surprise commonly used when it comes to birthday. They say, don't be the mastermind as when the gun is being pointed at you, your game is over. Tadaa. Mine happened for the second time. Last year was a birthday bash from the CI mates while today; a simple family affair. Was shocked and nervous when I saw him inside my bedroom holding on a lighted cake on his hand to wished me Happy Birthday. Thank you so much awak! SEE, still in uniform and have to skip closing just to celebrate my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww, so sweet! Muackz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389552480660601682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsuJbRQZu1I/AAAAAAAABiY/6t92RkLcPD0/s400/DSC02682.JPG" /&gt;Ok, love you for everything! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389552495431105538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsuJcIR9vAI/AAAAAAAABig/9dkd1dKM5aQ/s400/DSC02681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unglam though. But incredibly touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iQa (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2:36 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5606537656137783235?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5606537656137783235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5606537656137783235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5606537656137783235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5606537656137783235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-i-turned-nineteen.html' title='World, I turned nineTEEN.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsuJa7O7gMI/AAAAAAAABiQ/KxPHCZM0XtA/s72-c/DSC02678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-9116817828788359779</id><published>2009-10-06T12:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:38:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 hours and 55 minutes awake [1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389345983541741170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrNnjivBnI/AAAAAAAABgg/5wGoeH7eH8c/s400/DSC02603.JPG" /&gt; It was the sleepover cum sending Ida off to the airport on Moday morning. Half past twelve already but we are still awake. Its only when &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; came over to Ida's crib to deliver us the all time favourites Hawaiian pizza that we have decided not to turn in as its too late to take a power nap afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389350009112489954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrRR39l7-I/AAAAAAAABho/THtKEW-Pwj4/s400/DSC02608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389349998794778930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrRRRhqKTI/AAAAAAAABhg/V_zO_RNJgLE/s400/DSC02607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Efa bangun makan pizza jom. Ni bukan mimpi tau"&lt;/em&gt; Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389351208639418626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrSXsjGUQI/AAAAAAAABhw/ztOa4GQbZHM/s400/DSC02611.JPG" /&gt;The girl is ready to set and go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389345973518256290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrNm-M8yKI/AAAAAAAABgY/J7Cv6QCrXHo/s400/DSC02614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389347314787277538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrO1C0Z2uI/AAAAAAAABhA/b3aQ3zsgRbA/s400/DSC02615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389347325015241362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrO1o68MpI/AAAAAAAABhI/5FJ098nT8r0/s400/DSC02625.JPG" /&gt;Had moments of camwhoring before its time for Ida to leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389354480651323954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrVWJvhyjI/AAAAAAAABiI/a7do46RMQno/s400/DSC02627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayo-nara!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Nana, our true test  happened after that. Haha. &amp;amp; thank you boyfriends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for my part two people! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-9116817828788359779?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9116817828788359779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=9116817828788359779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9116817828788359779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9116817828788359779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/23-hours-and-55-minutes-awake-1.html' title='23 hours and 55 minutes awake [1]'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsrNnjivBnI/AAAAAAAABgg/5wGoeH7eH8c/s72-c/DSC02603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-9039520773256251323</id><published>2009-09-30T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:38:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387285672067612226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsN7xpMkPkI/AAAAAAAABgQ/H2c4oaI0RzM/s400/DSC02548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Elisabeth Foley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-9039520773256251323?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9039520773256251323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=9039520773256251323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9039520773256251323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9039520773256251323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/fantastic-five.html' title='Fantastic Five.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsN7xpMkPkI/AAAAAAAABgQ/H2c4oaI0RzM/s72-c/DSC02548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7822689576364408015</id><published>2009-09-30T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:29:27.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-E-L-A-C-C-A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsIxt0kKsqI/AAAAAAAABgA/AKogCNIwREY/s1600-h/DSCF1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386922767562748578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsIxt0kKsqI/AAAAAAAABgA/AKogCNIwREY/s400/DSCF1024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. No longer a probation rider eh awak. Bye-bye 'P' plate [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7822689576364408015?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7822689576364408015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7822689576364408015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7822689576364408015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7822689576364408015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/m-e-l-c-c.html' title='M-E-L-A-C-C-A'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SsIxt0kKsqI/AAAAAAAABgA/AKogCNIwREY/s72-c/DSCF1024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5456816464649412957</id><published>2009-09-23T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:35:28.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Raya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384531033091968082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SrmycjWDjFI/AAAAAAAABfY/5YS3X0OozQg/s400/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384531044872740450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SrmydPOz3mI/AAAAAAAABfg/MicgyWJENuI/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384531055543535010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Srmyd2-7RaI/AAAAAAAABfo/TOxKbDJKhL8/s400/DSC02320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384531064799008450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SrmyeZdmlsI/AAAAAAAABfw/7W-Od7n-cSQ/s400/DSC02333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384531076029975442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SrmyfDTRi5I/AAAAAAAABf4/Yf_wWTBdG7w/s400/DSC02336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Dan Batin!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5456816464649412957?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5456816464649412957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5456816464649412957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5456816464649412957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5456816464649412957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-raya.html' title='Raya Raya.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SrmycjWDjFI/AAAAAAAABfY/5YS3X0OozQg/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6311045409474794270</id><published>2009-09-08T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:47:26.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVW5gU1ZH1A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/JVW5gU1ZH1A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope you are smiling when you see this. [Much much much!] (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6311045409474794270?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6311045409474794270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6311045409474794270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6311045409474794270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6311045409474794270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/reach-out.html' title='Reach out.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8198685760083473856</id><published>2009-09-07T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:10:10.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont ever feel down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my dearest orang-orang kampong like Jerry(cine), Faizal, Suhaili(bro) and many others. Don't ever feel down or bored whenever you are with me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This post is strictly for entertainment.&lt;/span&gt; I hope you are entertained by it. I was browsing through my hard disk when I saw this. After much consideration and thoughts when reading your blog posts, I hope you are enlighten by me a little. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan marah!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378582631190906898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SqSQZ_c4SBI/AAAAAAAABfI/efpD9nuz9iQ/s400/P8140249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378582029820698738" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SqSP2_LDIHI/AAAAAAAABfA/UAfrDX4ryPU/s400/P8140254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378582019981825202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SqSP2ahR1LI/AAAAAAAABe4/oDdrPhGBZEQ/s400/P8140253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8198685760083473856?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8198685760083473856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8198685760083473856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8198685760083473856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8198685760083473856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-ever-feel-down.html' title='Dont ever feel down.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SqSQZ_c4SBI/AAAAAAAABfI/efpD9nuz9iQ/s72-c/P8140249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8582772779714910134</id><published>2009-09-01T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:39:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a fact.</title><content type='html'>1) I went out of school with a kind of feeling that brings me down. Maybe it was because of the presentation that lack preparations and also comments from Mr J contributed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The result was positive. A friend of mine, is now in the hospital due to H1N1. Ohh my, get well soon! We have plans over the weekend and now we have to go on without you. Not good, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Iftar with my girls has always been great. I hide my sorrow aside so that I can enjoy the company. Indeed, it was the only thing that made my day. Over at my crib we went frenzied. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sp-cqkM4xMI/AAAAAAAABew/hV-bwY2V_uY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sp-cqkM4xMI/AAAAAAAABew/hV-bwY2V_uY/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377188735189828802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8582772779714910134?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8582772779714910134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8582772779714910134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8582772779714910134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8582772779714910134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-fact.html' title='Its a fact.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sp-cqkM4xMI/AAAAAAAABew/hV-bwY2V_uY/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-3585989589576108376</id><published>2009-08-31T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:32:06.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SpqownmOqjI/AAAAAAAABeo/s1cxvUhGOGA/s1600-h/surgacinta%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375794658436622898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SpqownmOqjI/AAAAAAAABeo/s1cxvUhGOGA/s400/surgacinta%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"JODOH terbahagi kepada tiga&lt;br /&gt;Jodoh daripada syaitan,&lt;br /&gt;Jodoh daripada jin, dan&lt;br /&gt;Jodoh daripada Allah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-3585989589576108376?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3585989589576108376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=3585989589576108376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3585989589576108376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3585989589576108376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-love.html' title='True love.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SpqownmOqjI/AAAAAAAABeo/s1cxvUhGOGA/s72-c/surgacinta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5271749545017091221</id><published>2009-08-26T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:38:37.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SpVjdXd2A3I/AAAAAAAABeQ/-DqOmXbpjFc/s1600-h/P8130161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374311086503101298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SpVjdXd2A3I/AAAAAAAABeQ/-DqOmXbpjFc/s400/P8130161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Satisfaction is fulfilling. All of the projects end product were very productive. Scored full marks for most of the presentations. Well, this Ramadhan is going to be a special one this year. Oh, just some personal issue as usual. OK, back on track now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Late evening today, my team went down town to capture expressions of strangers for our last project work we are left with. It was enriching and quite hilarious I should say. I was also one of the part time camerawoman who managed to capture a family of three who were enthusiastically enjoying watching the GMax when it went up high. Its my personal favourite! Hehe. When the video is done maybe I should upload it here. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, as the matter of fact, everythings gonna to be fine. Even though sometimes I have to shed some tears because I miss you bad time. But I know that you are true and so I have nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat bersahur!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5271749545017091221?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5271749545017091221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5271749545017091221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5271749545017091221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5271749545017091221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SpVjdXd2A3I/AAAAAAAABeQ/-DqOmXbpjFc/s72-c/P8130161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8108542856907989309</id><published>2009-08-19T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:54:47.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant get enough of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371344147159325922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SorZCxHOHOI/AAAAAAAABeA/2wWqnEF9Nrk/s400/DSCF1128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SorZCXrDNsI/AAAAAAAABd4/Ef8sYgV6b6c/s1600-h/DSCF1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371344140330284738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SorZCXrDNsI/AAAAAAAABd4/Ef8sYgV6b6c/s400/DSCF1115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340264075960530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SorVgvgAINI/AAAAAAAABdo/AVkatEC42sU/s400/DSCF1119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340255050964370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SorVgN4RnZI/AAAAAAAABdg/wYUZFdmNyiE/s400/DSCF1038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was said earlier on, should be hold onto and fullfill.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful memories, shall be remembered then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8108542856907989309?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8108542856907989309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8108542856907989309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8108542856907989309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8108542856907989309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-get-enough-of-you.html' title='Cant get enough of you.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SorZCxHOHOI/AAAAAAAABeA/2wWqnEF9Nrk/s72-c/DSCF1128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5435833990393003282</id><published>2009-07-28T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:13:46.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The list goes on and on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) After a fruitful 9 months being part of the team, I finally made up my mind to quit my wonderful job. Nothing personal, no politics or whatsoever, its just that studies is the first priority now. ( minus the fact that ayah requested for me to quit a very long time ago so as to channel my attention towards my studies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Eventhough I left Songs for a reason, I should be grateful that I've known many great souls at work. All of you are my sweethearts BUT Ong Ming Quan will always be my Romeo. (Lol! inside joke) Thank you for all the precious memories working together. I love all my oscarettes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) I'm now officially staying at the new house which is indeed  heaven coz I have my own private room while the sisters have to share. ( Sorrylah sisters :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) The very sad part is when all your assignments due date is next week. For four conservative days. (wahpiang eh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Starting from 1st Aug 09, every Saturday is officially my date with Love. *two thumbs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, goodnight all. I need to sleep. Very badly. * Kirk Kirk Kirk Kirk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5435833990393003282?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5435833990393003282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5435833990393003282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5435833990393003282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5435833990393003282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/list-goes-on-and-on.html' title='The list goes on and on.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2085565235636627266</id><published>2009-07-23T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:36:08.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Smc_zmZ7qwI/AAAAAAAABdY/jZI3Vijk2w0/s1600-h/DSCF1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Smc_zmZ7qwI/AAAAAAAABdY/jZI3Vijk2w0/s400/DSCF1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361324037123058434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2085565235636627266?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2085565235636627266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2085565235636627266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2085565235636627266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2085565235636627266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Smc_zmZ7qwI/AAAAAAAABdY/jZI3Vijk2w0/s72-c/DSCF1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8670829714165822665</id><published>2009-07-12T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:46:40.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not the last goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will never know what will happen next after you step out from home. Always treasure the ones you love. I'm thankful to God that everything is in place now. &amp;amp; I never knew that last night when I watch you drove away it was nearly our last goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S- Alhamdullillah you are safe. &amp;amp; Baby I need you badly! -_-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8670829714165822665?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8670829714165822665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8670829714165822665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8670829714165822665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8670829714165822665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-last-goodbye.html' title='Its not the last goodbye.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5455140033837730219</id><published>2009-07-10T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:22:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets keep on moving.</title><content type='html'>Basically, im moving over to my new house this weekend. So, i'll be a buzy supergirl running around from school to work to the new house until i've settled down. Don't expect much from me now. Till then, will show you some snapshots on my new home and my very own bed room. I'm like super excited right now. Will go there after i'm done with school later.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; P.S.- I'm blogging during class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5455140033837730219?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5455140033837730219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5455140033837730219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5455140033837730219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5455140033837730219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-keep-on-moving.html' title='Lets keep on moving.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1887789246583465364</id><published>2009-07-06T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:02:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get hooked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SlINhfORsfI/AAAAAAAABdQ/QoKxywgluPI/s1600-h/05072009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355357775865164274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SlINhfORsfI/AAAAAAAABdQ/QoKxywgluPI/s400/05072009068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sumptuous Seafood Platter for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a feastful spread with love over at Fish &amp;amp; Co before heading to work yesterday. It has been one of the longest pending points noted down in my wishlist. But before I could do so, I have to do this one great job which is saving. Overall, it was a job well done having to fool him around and gave him a happy stomach. Somebody please tell me that I'm a good girlfriend?! Hee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SlINhPGY_xI/AAAAAAAABdI/L4HIPXiERpI/s1600-h/05072009067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355357771537121042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SlINhPGY_xI/AAAAAAAABdI/L4HIPXiERpI/s400/05072009067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious New York Fish &amp;amp; Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355357764652851954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SlINg1dDYvI/AAAAAAAABdA/oZMcS-mClZM/s400/05072009069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday altogether, it was a wonderful experience having to work in a bad weather. The weather decided not be nice to us thus, explained the very wet uniform and soggy footwear we are wearing while on grounds. Eventhough there was another layer of poncho covering us still it was helpless. I'm just glad that I managed to make it through alone covering concourse while my partner (Mei Fern) have to cover my colleague place for the mean time. Thank you for great help people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1887789246583465364?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1887789246583465364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1887789246583465364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1887789246583465364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1887789246583465364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/sumptuous-seafood-platter-for-one.html' title='Get hooked!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SlINhfORsfI/AAAAAAAABdQ/QoKxywgluPI/s72-c/05072009068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1831582811121831115</id><published>2009-07-03T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:34:24.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sk4dEjRs2HI/AAAAAAAABc4/RlrNA4bxu3I/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354248971016263794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sk4dEjRs2HI/AAAAAAAABc4/RlrNA4bxu3I/s400/Image032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Basically, I've settled down. Its has been a hectic first week of school and even so I'm loving it. Especially when our lecturer says, " &lt;em&gt;ok, time for break&lt;/em&gt;". Haha. Modules such as Social Behaviour Studies is a real disaster I'm warning you. Follow up will be my favourites - Human &amp;amp; Mass Communication and  The Dynamics Of Mass Communication. Lastly, the neutral one would be Techniques Of Professional Speaking &amp;amp; Writing. Partly, its because of the lecturer themselves. How they manage to capture our attention and how the crowd themselves engage in the topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So far it has been a great pleasure being with these two ladies. Respectively above are yours truly, Kiky and Sara. &amp;amp; not in the picture is the only &lt;em&gt;abang handsome Yan.&lt;/em&gt; Heh! Next time, I promise you on this that his picture confirm will be in. They have been such a great company throughout. We are progressing consistently each day and are bonding very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, whichever stage of life I went through nothing beats schooling life. &amp;amp; eventhough I'm in another stage now, we can never compare with one another. As everywhere that we have been there are special memories left behind. Most importantly, all of the dearest are in my heart. So, girlfriends Iqa misses all of you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Not so dark &amp;amp; not so light eh! Hahaha. (inside joke) LOL! &amp;amp; &amp;amp; I can't get enough of Transformers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1831582811121831115?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1831582811121831115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1831582811121831115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1831582811121831115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1831582811121831115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sk4dEjRs2HI/AAAAAAAABc4/RlrNA4bxu3I/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1155669945341189337</id><published>2009-07-01T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:37:38.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-H-A-N-G-E-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still adapting to the massive changes in my life. Since school started yesterday, I have to reshuffle all my plans to organise my schedule respectively from top priority to the least one. Such as, no more training every Wednesday and no more working on the weekdays as my time will be usefully spent for assignments and research. On top of that, I am still in denial regarding my work. Fingers cross! I hope I don't have to sacrifice alot more. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second day today and it was splendid. Getting to know more people and starting to be comfortable with them shows a great sign. We were made to do some presentations tomorrow regarding our religion or culture. Hence, all the Malay Muslim community have had a very hard time trying to deligate everyone role as we are the biggest group in the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the best to me though for this diploma course I'm taking. Life is never easy thus, learn through failure and don't repeat the same mistake ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1155669945341189337?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1155669945341189337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1155669945341189337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1155669945341189337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1155669945341189337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/c-h-n-g-e-s.html' title='C-H-A-N-G-E-S'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7342324289956518423</id><published>2009-06-30T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:46:10.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My journey went on smoothly as I made my way into the unicampus. As I went in deeper, the first stop I found was the canteen. Not so bad afterall as the price range are far more affordable which also means I will save up more. Moving on are the blocks of lecture room all over. As soon as I found mine, I climbed up all the way up until the third level. Was a good kick start to slim down actually. Haha. Upon reaching, I sneaked at my watch and since I have around ten more minutes before class embarks, I decided to surveyed the toilet. I rate the toilet 4/5 for it cleanliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entered the lecture room and I found myself the first few to reached punctually. My attention channelled to this one girl who opened the door for me earlier on when we were entering the room. She seems to be nice so I seize this chance and sat beside her. Help her by taking our very thick book for the lesson to return her good gesture and introduced ourselves. Well, her name is Sara and she's a Malaysian. I found a great friend on my first day of school and the plus point was I am very comfortable being with her and she can converse in Malay at the same time. Malaysia boleh lor! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As more and more student came strolling in, I realised that actually they have known each other for a year already. They took the professional cert together and has been useful classmates. I praised their unity and togetherness. We had our first lesson for the diploma course yesterday and I can say that it is not that easy as it might seen. As expected there will be jokers in the class. &amp;amp; seriously, I enjoyed being with them eventhough they have yet to know who I am. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a hour and half, my lecturer pitied us, she gave us a 15 minutes break. The whole class went gaga and by nick of seconds the class was in total silent [that's the class spirit]. I didn't went out instead I had a chat with Sara. We then made friends with this guy who sat next to Sara and asked him about himself. I'm glad that I found another&lt;em&gt; 'kaki'&lt;/em&gt; who are in the same boat as us. He too didn't know any of them. So, he introduced himself as Yan. The three of us will be in the same group for our first assignment which needs to be handed in by 3th Aug. Problem is, we have yet to find another 2 more members. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ended my day with acceptance that Sara and Yan are the people that I will be hanging around more often and I truly hope they are the serious bunch as we shared the same goal - Mass Communications is what we wanted. Such a coincidence. In conclusion, my first day was two thumbs up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7342324289956518423?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7342324289956518423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7342324289956518423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7342324289956518423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7342324289956518423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-day.html' title='A great day!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8061533569027124241</id><published>2009-06-24T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:55:54.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to catch them all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, something is bothering me though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think its time to catch up with them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8061533569027124241?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8061533569027124241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8061533569027124241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8061533569027124241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8061533569027124241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-catch-them-all.html' title='Time to catch them all.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2187723453830011453</id><published>2009-06-17T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:48:12.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink of Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SjfmkEsp1TI/AAAAAAAABcw/7nE6rzpFyYI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347996589936465202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SjfmkEsp1TI/AAAAAAAABcw/7nE6rzpFyYI/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In good shape as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, will be away for some volunteering camp with BITES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till we meet again sexy people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I hearts my girlfriends but I love you more! Thanks for the night y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2187723453830011453?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2187723453830011453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2187723453830011453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2187723453830011453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2187723453830011453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-of-life.html' title='Pink of Life.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SjfmkEsp1TI/AAAAAAAABcw/7nE6rzpFyYI/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8446779048622015431</id><published>2009-05-19T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:31:31.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Addictions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/ShGLiJccQFI/AAAAAAAABco/4uSdRDppTxI/s1600-h/sweet+addictions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337200452177772626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/ShGLiJccQFI/AAAAAAAABco/4uSdRDppTxI/s400/sweet+addictions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I breathe, its them whom I'm thinking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet addictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twelve &amp;amp; Sixteen of June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8446779048622015431?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8446779048622015431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8446779048622015431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8446779048622015431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8446779048622015431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-addictions.html' title='Sweet Addictions.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/ShGLiJccQFI/AAAAAAAABco/4uSdRDppTxI/s72-c/sweet+addictions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-4957720761782436140</id><published>2009-05-08T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:26:52.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's next? (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SgxiTXiiyOI/AAAAAAAABcg/gwZzirJ9wwo/s1600-h/Bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335747743403133154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SgxiTXiiyOI/AAAAAAAABcg/gwZzirJ9wwo/s400/Bday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So who's next? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-4957720761782436140?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4957720761782436140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=4957720761782436140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4957720761782436140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4957720761782436140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-next.html' title='Who&apos;s next? (:'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SgxiTXiiyOI/AAAAAAAABcg/gwZzirJ9wwo/s72-c/Bday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8689847750799592008</id><published>2009-05-04T12:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:04:25.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe its about time already. For a such an indecisive type of person I am, I didn't know that I needed this so much time. Who knows why such things happen right? Nobody knows but everybody knows. Like I once said, if their motives are to hurt my emotions than I'm sad to say that you will be hurt instead. Coz I'm a strong girl who will stand on my own feet even if it means to bottling up my emotions and have to let go someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I miss all the love ones suddenly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331822208175111762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sf5wDJPQ_lI/AAAAAAAABcI/xBpE15wETvw/s400/CIMG9817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No worries, graduation day is in few days time. I swear I will dress up and look pretty. &amp;amp; can we have &lt;em&gt;Nasi Ayam Thousand Island &lt;/em&gt;for the last time together please&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331822202660677410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sf5wC0shZyI/AAAAAAAABcA/aOQeWSvhxUc/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough all of us are in different path now, I'm very grateful to have the four of you who really understands me although we didn't talk on the phone, sms, chat or meet as much. Finally, May is here, shall we pick the date already for the picnic under the stars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331822211281255538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sf5wDUz0_HI/AAAAAAAABcQ/lSRwrntWaIM/s400/Collage_CIs_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, the CI friends. So, when will we meet eh? That should include the army boy, the policeman, the female HO and maybe we could get the HRC trainers too gang? Obviously not during our swearing in, dragon boat, recee or ATC. Out of work please. Hehe. OMG, IMY guys so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331826573915771730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sf50BQ4801I/AAAAAAAABcY/Jiz7FR2sT9w/s400/SSL26669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey boys, just so you know that NP Room have been refurbished. Everything in there is in good shape. I've rearrange the logistics. I promise you that the room is now bigger than ever. Wanna see? Come drop by during training when you are free. IMY guys so much coz now that I'm all alone I have no one to tease, joke, get mad or even to forget the classroom keys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. I'm busy now coz I have THREE kids at home and not two. One more addition to the family and the name is Mel (Comel). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8689847750799592008?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8689847750799592008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8689847750799592008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8689847750799592008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8689847750799592008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sf5wDJPQ_lI/AAAAAAAABcI/xBpE15wETvw/s72-c/CIMG9817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8101361391897293779</id><published>2009-04-21T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:46:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NPAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1kL0oa7RI/AAAAAAAABbg/S5t5EvOzdQU/s1600-h/3023_73304283235_617053235_1596711_5094501_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327024088518683922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1kL0oa7RI/AAAAAAAABbg/S5t5EvOzdQU/s400/3023_73304283235_617053235_1596711_5094501_n%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iqa, Fir and Nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1kL2yGaOI/AAAAAAAABbY/SSkD-WHS2OY/s1600-h/3023_73304278235_617053235_1596710_303444_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327024089096153314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1kL2yGaOI/AAAAAAAABbY/SSkD-WHS2OY/s400/3023_73304278235_617053235_1596710_303444_n%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benedict and Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327028828098838466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1ofs8Yv8I/AAAAAAAABbw/foVRMZBY35A/s400/180420091846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sec 3 NCOs to be (s00n).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm very proud of all of them. The future of HSS NP is in your hand guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327028832009247154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1of7gs2bI/AAAAAAAABb4/nzO3rDgMIHg/s400/180420091847.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sir, friend, corporal, batman etc etc &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku miss kaulah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dah action eh kau skrg&lt;/em&gt;. Nyahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327025070009156642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1lE89_BCI/AAAAAAAABbo/p1bDTWmMp_s/s400/3108_190132715256_693800256_6419584_1757691_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The family portrait.&lt;br /&gt;But missing of Adi, Faizal and Hannan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NPAP was fun especially with great people around as usual. First time everyone in Full U though. If not, HRC attire or mufti you'll see us in (all the time). So I guess the next reunion will be in HRC during ATC and Area 19 ATC/ATSC itself gang (omg, long way to go). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How have I been doing? OK, still in good shape. Minus the fact that I'm like a part time housewife as always. Haha. I badly wanna be in school but mine resumes in late June. Most of  them started school already. I hope that all will be able to cope and adapt well in a different environment now. New school and new friends. Just don't forget the old friend je lor. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayo-nara!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8101361391897293779?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8101361391897293779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8101361391897293779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8101361391897293779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8101361391897293779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/npap.html' title='NPAP'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Se1kL0oa7RI/AAAAAAAABbg/S5t5EvOzdQU/s72-c/3023_73304283235_617053235_1596711_5094501_n%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-150837826248133168</id><published>2009-04-12T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:14:32.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SeGGPPesMLI/AAAAAAAABbI/EpENHYLt8D8/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323683830940053682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SeGGPPesMLI/AAAAAAAABbI/EpENHYLt8D8/s400/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need a break please!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-150837826248133168?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/150837826248133168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=150837826248133168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/150837826248133168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/150837826248133168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/breakaway.html' title='Breakaway.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SeGGPPesMLI/AAAAAAAABbI/EpENHYLt8D8/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2295001781071009064</id><published>2009-04-08T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:48:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young at heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145723830793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SdwPVn_MdpI/AAAAAAAABa4/g9VBCPJAbx4/s400/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145725365328706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SdwPVttDm0I/AAAAAAAABbA/Re0pj1kQ2ZQ/s400/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145719365768034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SdwPVXWpk2I/AAAAAAAABaw/UCVnIEFnRB4/s400/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145718353052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SdwPVTlMwkI/AAAAAAAABao/W5VAshpdJjc/s400/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just some snapshots during Zahra's chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I simply miss all you girls badly! &lt;br /&gt;*muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2295001781071009064?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2295001781071009064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2295001781071009064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2295001781071009064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2295001781071009064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/young-at-heart.html' title='Young at heart!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SdwPVn_MdpI/AAAAAAAABa4/g9VBCPJAbx4/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6966855483102439927</id><published>2009-04-05T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:26:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So whats the next step? Pursuing my dream in Mass Communication and after which I will be travelling around the world. I'm very grateful to my family for being very supportive eventhough my admission into Polytechnic was unsuccessful, they are still by my side. So who says that I'm bottling up my emotions alone? Hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I'm smiling so don't you worry. &amp;amp; bitches THANK YOU for Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6966855483102439927?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6966855483102439927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6966855483102439927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6966855483102439927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6966855483102439927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-how.html' title='So how?'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5044074324050684056</id><published>2009-03-28T00:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:32:13.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five, six and SEVEN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0K9vt7CxI/AAAAAAAABaI/VBP1R_vGHls/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317918790891801362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0K9vt7CxI/AAAAAAAABaI/VBP1R_vGHls/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seven years and still counting. No words can describe how much I enjoyed my day with the girlfriends. Its been awhile babes. I Love all 4 of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pixy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913502532576882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0GJ7C1JnI/AAAAAAAABZY/imsD1MAX7fo/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913497164289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0GJnC7lcI/AAAAAAAABZA/9oYKFlAYu1I/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317915707313781058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0IKQfoeUI/AAAAAAAABZ4/2CfCn-LAg_U/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317918794174219810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0K978gxiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/dUIkdhxnrHM/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317915366081177954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0H2ZTcKWI/AAAAAAAABZw/zqGlC5KLLhE/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317914607211452114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0HKOSzFtI/AAAAAAAABZg/kdCh59x_hDU/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913501951358514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0GJ44QdjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/wBOhFDPguNo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317919443248566274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0Ljt75UAI/AAAAAAAABaY/5m9tgtYMd70/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317919447980257442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0Lj_kBMKI/AAAAAAAABag/5i9u9M90XMg/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The monkeys there are hardcore eh? Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the short getaway. I love the sharing, screaming, shouting, singing and all of the others shits and ranting plus the "SNAP" all of it all of it. THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5044074324050684056?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5044074324050684056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5044074324050684056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5044074324050684056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5044074324050684056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-six-and-seven.html' title='five, six and SEVEN.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sc0K9vt7CxI/AAAAAAAABaI/VBP1R_vGHls/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6624127444224902417</id><published>2009-03-26T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:03:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very bad one indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up today with a spinning head and a very bad cramp that I hardly can move my whole body. Damn! Its gonna be my first day at work today after 3 weeks of a long break. &amp;amp; I'm not in a very good mood after what have been happening to me. Its gonna kill me when I'm working later I swear. When bad mood comes, its equivalent to PMS. I seriously hate it. 5 more hours to work and somebody please I beg you to make my day bcoz if there isn't any, I'll be dying. Hopefully, theres not much difficult guests. I should be happy going back to work instead coz I love my work. Sigh! -_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I'm not the sort that usually get cramps and when I do, its a serious bad one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6624127444224902417?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6624127444224902417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6624127444224902417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6624127444224902417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6624127444224902417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-bad-one-indeed.html' title='A very bad one indeed.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1896732910108022291</id><published>2009-03-25T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:03:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, I was back a long time ago. Closely to a week or more. KL trip was fun. Maybe the best part was when I clearly remember to buy something for almost all of my closest friends eventhough I'm left with no cents. Hahaha. Shopping here and there. Grab all of the stuffs I needed. But my heart is still here in SG. Touching eh. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just feel that Im not being a good example for my cadets. Still not trying my best to fight for them rights. Also, I wish that they could be more open to opportunities we have been planning for the best of the unit. UOPA have made me think alot since we are given unplaced. A real sad situation we are in. At times, you have to sacrifice to get what you have been wanting. Not just by saying actions need to be done too. Theres alot of challenges, its all depends on how you want to solve it. &amp;amp; also the decisions you made it will affect every single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting to Poly, will be another thing. Exactly 9 more days, I will know where my future lies. Its kinda nerve wrecking when you have to be in the suckiest position yet again for a second time. How time flies. Where my future lies? I may not know it yet. But I wish for the best in me. &amp;amp; I truthfully agree that whatever situations I will be, theres always a reason behind it. Backup plans? I sure do need to start thinking about it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Romeo! Not everybody knows what I'm up to. Just so you know, its been exactly 1 year I have been single. We will stay as friends for now. I've many goals in mind. I cant be greedy to have everything in my hands now. Theres a time for everything, I seriously believe in it. You know, one find day my Romeo will just be in front of my eyes to hug me and keep me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's training have been an eye opener for me. Why is that so? When things go blue, as a CI, I have to stay calm. Appreciation to Izwan for helping with the casualties and strengthen the situation. I'm still learning though. Feel like backing off  but that wouldn't be me. I'm not there to give up. Next training, would be a better one i promise. POP for kiddos, exactly 4 more weeks. Proposals, start drafting iqa! )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish myself all the best for the path I've  been taking and will be taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1896732910108022291?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1896732910108022291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1896732910108022291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1896732910108022291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1896732910108022291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-well.html' title='Oh well.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-4705734375754747822</id><published>2009-03-15T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:44:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna join me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SbvsdtgfR6I/AAAAAAAABYw/iRD8QqVDfEc/s1600-h/KLCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313100180589856674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SbvsdtgfR6I/AAAAAAAABYw/iRD8QqVDfEc/s400/KLCC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, I'm super duper excited now coz less than a day I'll be leaving to Kuala Lumpur for a family holiday. But one sad part will be, I'm missing HRC for my own area and my very own hilly kiddos. Nah, sometimes you just have to give it a break right? Yeah. I've sacrifices too much time in NP why not have a short getaway. In fact, Mr Teo wishes me Happy Holidays. Hee. So kiddos, have fun alright coz I'll be away for good. Luckily, your sirs and myself will not be there if not you'll be hang by us up there. Heh! Btw NCOs, if you happen to read this just tell the rest of them who are in Drill Comp that Ma'am Atiqa still owe you guys a treat. A promise is a promise (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Messages-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) To my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;precious bitches&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for friday the thirteen. ILY girls! &amp;amp; Muna pls send those pics to my emails. Thanx alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) To my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beloved CI mates&lt;/span&gt;, Happy HRC week. Iqa will miss the fun though but will be in Ubin on the Friday. Yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) To my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexy baby&lt;/span&gt;, I'll miss you! Sorry that we have to leave you with abg. I promise to get a friend for you so that you wont be bored at home and have somebody to play with ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Lets see whats the outcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-4705734375754747822?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4705734375754747822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=4705734375754747822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4705734375754747822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4705734375754747822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanna-join-me.html' title='Wanna join me?'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SbvsdtgfR6I/AAAAAAAABYw/iRD8QqVDfEc/s72-c/KLCC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6534895228066293565</id><published>2009-03-04T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:43:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3jLQYn5cI/AAAAAAAABYo/ZVx7ohPI938/s1600-h/IMG0014A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309149318255994306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3jLQYn5cI/AAAAAAAABYo/ZVx7ohPI938/s400/IMG0014A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First and foremost, I'm very glad that this playful girl is back to its normal way. Eversince the operation, she have been very very slow in moving and moreover, did not have the huge appetite like she used to have. Now that she's healthy, I'm very proud of her. She's a strong babygirl I can say. Love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3i8BnhkjI/AAAAAAAABYQ/pYcu52xxDwg/s1600-h/280220091769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309149056593924658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3i8BnhkjI/AAAAAAAABYQ/pYcu52xxDwg/s400/280220091769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday, after the movies with the SOS mates, I met these two beauty queens. I miss them lots as its been months. Trust me on being so busy and didn't know things have been happening. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309149064142510562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3i8dvP2eI/AAAAAAAABYY/6omTlYZyz1s/s400/280220091770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And so, the purpose of us meeting was to celebrate Ida's so so belated birthday and just a simple meetup on how things have been going in our own respective lives. So beware people, whoever make Ida's down or agitated, you will get it from her. See! She have her very own tiger claws. Haha. Once a daughter of Mohd Ali always a daughter of Mohd Ali. Hee. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; My weekend never stops there. After the exam for my First Aid course, we joined the rest of the family. After much waiting for the birthday boy, we finally get to go to our next destination which was Denise crib. &amp;amp; over there, that's where everything took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3hX1cFCZI/AAAAAAAABXw/A3Qkn0_g8bE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309147335337773458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3hX1cFCZI/AAAAAAAABXw/A3Qkn0_g8bE/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting to you the February babies. From this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309147339109919282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3hYDfbajI/AAAAAAAABYA/TtM64fZUjY4/s400/wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309147341333796962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3hYLxpGGI/AAAAAAAABX4/gBXy6DJqKBE/s400/grp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hahaha. Welcome to Area 19 Family! Thank you guys for the short getaway. Love you all very very much. Thanks Farhana for tagging along and this is how we area 19 are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309149055903529218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3i7_C6-QI/AAAAAAAABYI/PR4aBAj35IM/s400/230220091766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, my baby bitches. We have been revising till late evening in school for the last few days we have in College East. Hehe. I'm sorry to have skip revision today. I owe you girls something. But most importantly is Friday. I confirm plus chop coming! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take care world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6534895228066293565?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6534895228066293565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6534895228066293565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6534895228066293565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6534895228066293565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-im-gone.html' title='When I&apos;m gone.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/Sa3jLQYn5cI/AAAAAAAABYo/ZVx7ohPI938/s72-c/IMG0014A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8832114713768573374</id><published>2009-02-16T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:46:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats been happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SZkFv4IMrvI/AAAAAAAABXY/vaCKVPnnNUg/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303276356284231410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SZkFv4IMrvI/AAAAAAAABXY/vaCKVPnnNUg/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Introducing the new member in Ramli's family. We call her&lt;em&gt; baby.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SZkFvlUtm9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/keu7HprO6fg/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303276351236447186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SZkFvlUtm9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/keu7HprO6fg/s400/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the Friday the thirteen, my kiddos were competing against other UGs in Hilly. Eventhough I have to skip work just to think about the routine, in the end my hard work paid off. They won 1st place bebey. I'm just so proud of them all. Kiddos, listen to mama you know i mean you good. Hahaha. Work hard all the way kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far everythings great right? You bet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303279663645623170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SZkIwZAmg4I/AAAAAAAABXg/S56z3KWjZpw/s400/CIMG9817.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One sad part was that day happened to be &lt;em&gt;House.&lt;/em&gt; Im still thinking how in the world is the people arounnd us managed to dance their heart out with this kind of music. I just don't feel it babe. Its just not us. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303279662313218578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SZkIwUC7ohI/AAAAAAAABXo/G3CBhYX0kDk/s400/CIMG9823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the main thing is, I love my bitches still and still had fun ya'll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember girl, you deserve someone better. Choose love and not abuser. For once, let him go and your life will be great and peaceful. Always remember, we are here for you. You know who you are babe. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8832114713768573374?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8832114713768573374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8832114713768573374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8832114713768573374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8832114713768573374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-been-happening.html' title='Whats been happening?'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SZkFv4IMrvI/AAAAAAAABXY/vaCKVPnnNUg/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2697350500277432245</id><published>2009-02-03T14:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:07:30.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Bs. Bahan &amp; Besty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298450922856029506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYfhCrysnUI/AAAAAAAABWY/usUcQ0gxDf4/s400/CIMG9530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahan's&lt;/em&gt; not in the picture! [inside joke]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298450923811706162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYfhCvWjFTI/AAAAAAAABWg/k6ieHLU2RmU/s400/CIMG9604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now she's in. Wanna guess who she is? Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, Naddy you are a very sporting soul to have made your very own belated birthday gift celebration happen. Hehe. No need to elaborate more coz once a bahan always a bahan. Hahaha. &amp;amp; next stop after that was Chingay. Loved! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BESTY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298454605977401986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYfkZEfQuoI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZmZpVJs-nFo/s400/310120091725.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We have Nisa from Merlion, Myself Songs Of The Sea and Irfan SkyTower. Ex-hilly peeps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298459394816446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYfov0TdkaI/AAAAAAAABXI/PVx5ISSG7Kk/s400/310120091724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4PM previously and now Attraction Host eh? Haha. Shahrill from SkyTower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There goes working life. We add in the element of fun and thus, work as always been great. However in the real world, nothing is perfect. I've encountered difficult guests and has been shouted at also. Its a norm in service line though. Still, I love coming to work. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2697350500277432245?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2697350500277432245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2697350500277432245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2697350500277432245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2697350500277432245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-bs-bahan-besty.html' title='2 Bs. Bahan &amp; Besty.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYfhCrysnUI/AAAAAAAABWY/usUcQ0gxDf4/s72-c/CIMG9530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1988779782971052288</id><published>2009-01-28T23:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:40:16.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are the main reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296376385637040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYCCQuapwrI/AAAAAAAABV4/RO0cRNjN2_w/s400/SSL26694.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Its them kiddos that made me look forward to every Wednesday to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379315817497538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYCE7SMHQ8I/AAAAAAAABWI/ahdyCnkeifg/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Its the friendship that we make through working with each other that helps create a closer bonding between us strangers. We make chemistry and memory along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379899532694610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYCFdQsqVFI/AAAAAAAABWQ/A--igR9vats/s400/SSL27215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We'll look forward for more activities this year that we enjoy doing as an area altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296377509831827826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYCDSKXk4XI/AAAAAAAABWA/5KymzQAFeMQ/s400/SSL28251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The hardship we went together as one, we'll always remember forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296374294784412082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYCAXBYiibI/AAAAAAAABVw/vgLb0PFx7Ss/s400/SSL23939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; finally, to be the person we are now that we have shaped ourself to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO BE THE BEST OF THE BEST THAT WE CAN BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And for I'm not sure of how many upteen time I've said this I wanna say it again. I never regret to be part of this. Eventhough sometimes its a hard sailing, they are the main reason to why I'm still here doing what I've been doing for the past 7 years. Moreover, I'll be more excited than ever coz I know that this time it is my time. My time to excel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. Drill Competition will be next. So, what formation will it be eh? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1988779782971052288?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1988779782971052288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1988779782971052288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1988779782971052288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1988779782971052288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-are-main-reason.html' title='They are the main reason.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SYCCQuapwrI/AAAAAAAABV4/RO0cRNjN2_w/s72-c/SSL26694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7156289393602109954</id><published>2009-01-25T10:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:28:46.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINEteen so young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SXvTAfVOgEI/AAAAAAAABUw/UOvr1gPk8KQ/s1600-h/P8120108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295057792268140610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SXvTAfVOgEI/AAAAAAAABUw/UOvr1gPk8KQ/s400/P8120108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First and foremost, this &lt;em&gt;"cine"&lt;/em&gt; in the middle here have turned 19 when the clock strikes 12. Hahaha. Well, I've known him not long ago. However, the funny thing was we were in the same batch during our cadets life and till today I don't remember seeing him in any of our courses or whatsoever related to any area activities. Hahaha. He is a sporting cine who mixes with lots of melayu. Anyway, I'm the 2nd to wish you right? Not bad uh cine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish you a Happy 19th Birthday Jerry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next, will be &lt;em&gt;my best twin alike we are&lt;/em&gt; birthday. Haha. She too turns 19 today. We did a 2 hour advanced birthday surprise for her at her very own home sweet home. Accompanied by her dearest and loving parents, her sporting elder sister, her charming loverboy and lastly not to forget her beautiful girlfriends. Hehe. &amp;amp; so has predicted, the star for the day was in great shocked coz she never see it coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All those beautiful lies from Ban and Adi about the bikes thingy, me and Ida messages to Ban about the plans, the phonecalls to the parents and finally during the finale (the most exciting part) where Daddy was super excited running here and there waiting for his beautiful daughter to open the house door. &amp;amp; us backstage, waiting for the queue on what to say or to wish first. Hahaha. That was a sweet memory indeed. I really hope the star of the day really love it too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 19th birthday twin sister! I Love you! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stay tune for more of the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295083021165159154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SXvp9ATAYvI/AAAAAAAABVo/iVyoBBCwsn8/s400/nana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7156289393602109954?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7156289393602109954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7156289393602109954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7156289393602109954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7156289393602109954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/nineteen-so-young.html' title='NINEteen so young.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SXvTAfVOgEI/AAAAAAAABUw/UOvr1gPk8KQ/s72-c/P8120108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-4885763082506108382</id><published>2009-01-21T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:14:29.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends they are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Received a call from Faizal both before training and after training. I was very relieved actually. The fact that he's in camp and knowing him I know he'll wish me luck for a smooth training today coz it has been hard on me eversince he entered National Service. He gave me support and the strength I needed to go through the toughest day of the week as usual. Moreover, today I'm all alone without Hannan's company. Well, I'm just lucky to have friends like them boys. For the sake of our kiddos, I'm willing to to do anything just to prove that I'm worthy and at the end of the day I'm one of the best. Nites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-4885763082506108382?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4885763082506108382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=4885763082506108382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4885763082506108382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4885763082506108382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-they-are.html' title='Friends they are.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6376265624347075965</id><published>2009-01-20T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:35:11.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Big Candles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SXSt5Ou7dzI/AAAAAAAABP8/YGZQ27ADz9Y/s1600-h/DSCF0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293046660786255666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SXSt5Ou7dzI/AAAAAAAABP8/YGZQ27ADz9Y/s400/DSCF0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Bithday Mohd Jazli!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. 2 big candles huh?! Not bad. A memorable 20th birthday I suppose. Wishing you all the best in life best buddy/ boy friend/ FI/ orang-orang East/ Batman etcetc . (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6376265624347075965?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6376265624347075965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6376265624347075965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6376265624347075965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6376265624347075965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-big-candles.html' title='2 Big Candles.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SXSt5Ou7dzI/AAAAAAAABP8/YGZQ27ADz9Y/s72-c/DSCF0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-9065623871563875489</id><published>2009-01-13T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:21:55.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living my live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm still alive people. For the fact that I am a very very busy girl right now, I don't have the needed time to update. Just so you know that everything in my live is in place. All I want now is for me to really start taking my studies very seriously coz graduation is in few weeks time. Eversince the O level results was out yesterday, I couldn't think of anything else except for my future. I've been thinking about what is the next step to this unpredictable life. Where I'm heading next. What course will I pursue in. What will my backup plans be if I fail to get myself into Polytechnic. &amp;amp; many many more that I have thought of and will keep on thinking. Haiz. I guess I better stop thinking about it now before the headache come and attack me once again. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 20th Wedding Anniversary to Mama &amp;amp; Ayah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S- Mass Comm or Outdoor Adventure? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-9065623871563875489?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9065623871563875489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=9065623871563875489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9065623871563875489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9065623871563875489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-my-live.html' title='Living my live.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-3090891145911376633</id><published>2009-01-05T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:29:40.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SWIMp09NPkI/AAAAAAAABPc/r1cJ8BRzxws/s1600-h/040120091689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287802825215917634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SWIMp09NPkI/AAAAAAAABPc/r1cJ8BRzxws/s400/040120091689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as we have memories, yesterday remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as we have friendship, each day is never a waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That guy with the black cap labels- I LOVE MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S- Boy, you've really grown so much matured than before. I hope its a great start &amp;amp; its only the beginning now. Welcome to NS life Afiqhizami! Not to forget Faizal [Mawi] too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-3090891145911376633?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3090891145911376633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=3090891145911376633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3090891145911376633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3090891145911376633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-sunday.html' title='The first Sunday.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SWIMp09NPkI/AAAAAAAABPc/r1cJ8BRzxws/s72-c/040120091689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8792452929758880339</id><published>2008-12-31T18:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:06:12.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Few days ago, many things have been happening. Some of you might know and some of might not. Be it the difficult, unexpected, happiest, dumbest, sexiest, stupidest, toughest, touching or whats so ever situation I've experienced I'm actually a step above maturity and a stronger person now. I would like to thank everyone who has always been there for me. I'm very glad that 2008 has been a &lt;em&gt;not so&lt;/em&gt; rough and yet &lt;em&gt;not so&lt;/em&gt; smooth sailing for me because if that's not the case, I'm not what I am right now. Yeah! 2008 is a year to remember &amp;amp; will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285915398972837122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SVtYDKSLDQI/AAAAAAAABPM/mRzkv2151lM/s400/attract+high.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Just some of the snapshots taken during A TTRACT HIGH after work. Many familiar faces and I'm glad that I'm making more friends now. Just so you know, I'm a S.O.S crew. That night was awesome. I'm loving it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286014194153055826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SVux5zAqZlI/AAAAAAAABPU/Ol55hwi2_mo/s400/ecp.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; over here was  picnic at ECP with the peeps yesterday. Thank you to both Faten &amp;amp; Is! Nice meeting you guys. Two thumbs up! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the record, I'm staying at home tonight. Will be watching the fireworks at home with my family plus theres Justin Timberlake's concert at MIO so I would love not to miss it even for a second. Justin is sexy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR WORLD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8792452929758880339?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8792452929758880339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8792452929758880339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8792452929758880339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8792452929758880339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-end.html' title='Almost the end.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SVtYDKSLDQI/AAAAAAAABPM/mRzkv2151lM/s72-c/attract+high.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-547865871391708732</id><published>2008-12-22T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:53:30.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is not always blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282824345706953762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SVBcwLil_CI/AAAAAAAABOs/9b8wNDIWHaQ/s400/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Theres a kid in us (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825345187560834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SVBdqW5VvYI/AAAAAAAABO0/TphmhIW9pIY/s400/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 year of friendship now since POP 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282826014559352258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SVBeRUgAtcI/AAAAAAAABO8/HP_BpUJh3sE/s400/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The most &lt;em&gt;kentalest&lt;/em&gt; picture of the day. [inside joke] Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Monday was superb spending time with the usual crazy bunch. Since Marina Barrage is one of the most popular attractions we decided to head there. Afterall, that place is loved!&lt;br /&gt;Take care world!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-547865871391708732?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/547865871391708732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=547865871391708732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/547865871391708732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/547865871391708732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-is-not-always-blues.html' title='Monday is not always blues'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SVBcwLil_CI/AAAAAAAABOs/9b8wNDIWHaQ/s72-c/DSC00731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-4655140294747490355</id><published>2008-12-17T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:33:47.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agitated is the mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa! Those bloody people wouldn't wanna stop talking. Well, in the first place why create the scene eh? I thought the thing about &lt;em&gt;the between us only incident&lt;/em&gt; has ended. What more do you people want. Don't make me accidentally pull the trigger and point straight to your head. I think its time to straighten things up and stand up for my friends right. First, let me tackle  your mind and then your emotions. &amp;amp; FYI, this has got nothing to do with my bitches or even Teha. But to someone who really made me mad, its for you. I think its time to ring the alarm already. Ringgggggg!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-4655140294747490355?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4655140294747490355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=4655140294747490355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4655140294747490355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/4655140294747490355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/12/agitated-is-mood.html' title='Agitated is the mood.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-9220957691263103883</id><published>2008-12-16T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:02:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth sometimes hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, its pretty clear now who did what, who is the person behind all those, who did right and who did wrong. Doesn't mean I kept quiet all these while means I don't care. I'm just waiting for the right time to come where everything will settle down and get in place. From there, I will judge the game played that I have been observing right from the very beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, is it really coming to the end of game or theres gonna be part 2? Neither do I want part 2 to come nor I want this thing to happen in the first place I know that at the end of the day nothing will change their mind, her mind, my mind or your mind. Coz we've choose our path and live our life right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  One last thing, I'm very disappointed about something. One day ill reveal it. &amp;amp; to someone whom I still regard a friend, if you think I'm not worth being a friend to you then by all means don't talk to me. Coz ill still do the walk and talk and help you if you need me to. If you know what kind of person I am,  you will not have a second thought to befriend me once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, I will interfere IF things get out of hand coz all of you are my friends to start with. If by any chance it slips your mind to get aggressive or do the dirty way then I have this advise for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recall back, we were once super duper close and our friendship has always been true. Why do we have to do this what we are doing now? We are young adults now we don't have to do the childsplay. We have our brains to think and our hearts to feel. Just dont live in regret. Think about the future. We are graduating soon. Just put aside all the ego itll do you good. This should have settle 2 months ago babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-9220957691263103883?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9220957691263103883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=9220957691263103883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9220957691263103883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/9220957691263103883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth-sometimes-hurts.html' title='The truth sometimes hurts.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5209847571871710191</id><published>2008-12-16T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:33:54.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-SATURDAY-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280283661778998674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdWA6Wi1ZI/AAAAAAAABN0/Z1m-8zvbZAI/s400/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supposing there should be a mini celebration for the birthday girl. However, I have to work instead. Last minute somemore so I'm down with no choice. Ok friends, I'm taking part-time job now. [It was such a joy when on the previous Thursday i went for an interview and on that night itself they called me up saying Ive got that job. ] Theres a change of plan. Sentosa it'll be and they are such a lovelies coz they waited for me till end work. Huhur. I did managed to take the skyride and luge which was awesome at night. We have a race and I didn't came in last. Cool or what?! That's about it. I had fun of coz! Btw, wanna know where I'm working? Guess it first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-MONDAY-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294802373732738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdgJYTT6YI/AAAAAAAABN8/AsZ-pq1kSow/s400/PC111261.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We celebrated Naddya belated birthday. Simple yet touchy i must say. Haha. Quite shocking and cock up in the first place but managed to fool her throughout. thanks to Isha for covering up. &amp;amp; Nad, we will never do that to you what we did yesterday eh. We are friends why should we hide and run away from you. It was all an act je. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294806720390386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdgJofopPI/AAAAAAAABOE/6Qhh_zkjiaI/s400/PC111257.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first part of the celebration, we have a special guest. None other than Nisha. I was her nanny. Aunty iQa took turn with aunty Moona taking care of her. She lovely and I wanna take care of her if theres a chance again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294811832999730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdgJ7ik3zI/AAAAAAAABOM/P1CRrzvnVXU/s400/PC111263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Late lunch and early dinner at PH. The fun part was here. Know what? The whole PH knows about the birthday surprise. Heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280295201439001810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdggm74rNI/AAAAAAAABOU/Yhn0-EOqwiA/s400/PC121283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next was when I become no longer a virgin in karaoke. Hahahaha. Obviously concentrating 100%. I enjoyed myself very much over there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280295205637536594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdgg2k5O1I/AAAAAAAABOc/Q65lIUGgSlg/s400/PC121286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Non stop hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280295214158269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdghWUZTKI/AAAAAAAABOk/e2KTF_D4nPw/s400/PC121291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tadaa! The bitches. Thanks for everything. More of it soon alright?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5209847571871710191?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5209847571871710191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5209847571871710191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5209847571871710191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5209847571871710191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-was-away.html' title='When I was away.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SUdWA6Wi1ZI/AAAAAAAABN0/Z1m-8zvbZAI/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6013978925501669063</id><published>2008-11-26T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:33:49.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Golden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets celebrate with me. Finally, all the promotions have been submitted [supposingly long time ago] but I'm a procrastinator and that show so much about me. Hehe. Its been around 3 weeks of holiday for the kiddos now and the end of year outing is also over so what do you expect more? Freedom baby! Hmm. Blogger seems to have a prob again coz I cant upload the pics. Baah! &amp;amp; yar, 40 days to go before Faizal officially enter his NS as a policeman. Damn! Next year I'm all on my own. I've to lead Hannan instead. Nvm, I know I can do it too )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side track a little bit shall we? I strongly agree that being quiet is the best choice I've ever made. Until today, I don't really seem to understand of why such things has been happening since that incident. Well, they say ignorance is a bliss. You don't have to think so much about what happened. So that you would not be trapped in the misery your friends made for you. As for me, I'm neither here nor there. I am what I think I am. However, it just hurts to see and hear for yourself the unwanted comments, remarks and actions thrown to you. I was NEVER the bestfriend or part of the commotions and anything that has been going for a month already?! This is just what I feel. &amp;amp; I may appear close but I knew nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6013978925501669063?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6013978925501669063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6013978925501669063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6013978925501669063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6013978925501669063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/11/silence-is-golden.html' title='Silence is Golden.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8890725519714021816</id><published>2008-11-19T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:00:47.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me cry a river today but, tomorrow my laughter you'll hear the loudest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SSPwfnQjESI/AAAAAAAABNU/1Am3WTn88Os/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270320414858613026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SSPwfnQjESI/AAAAAAAABNU/1Am3WTn88Os/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is there for a reason. I know God won't give me something I can't handle. But the thing is, why must it be at this very point of time where everything is in a mess. I know I've become someone different. i hope its just something temporary. &amp;amp; The downfall I'm facing I agree it'll make me a stronger person in future. Rest assure everything will be back in place in no time. InsyaAllah. *exhale*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8890725519714021816?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8890725519714021816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8890725519714021816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8890725519714021816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8890725519714021816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-cry-river-today-but-tomorrow-my.html' title='Let me cry a river today but, tomorrow my laughter you&apos;ll hear the loudest.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SSPwfnQjESI/AAAAAAAABNU/1Am3WTn88Os/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-3491890870629914310</id><published>2008-11-19T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:28:39.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackassses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Men are like a deck of  cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll find the occasional king, but most are jacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-3491890870629914310?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3491890870629914310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=3491890870629914310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3491890870629914310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3491890870629914310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/11/jackassses.html' title='Jackassses'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7484852328816687360</id><published>2008-11-10T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:58:38.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W-H-Y?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody who is being so good to me texted me with THIS which made me smile from ear to ear upon reading it. Hahaha heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm at work and bored. Read ur horoscope n it states ur saving money as it concerns u n next week family n home are ur priority. &amp;amp; u might not be too happy if someone rely on u too much. &amp;amp; lastly, u focus on relationships with ur fren, family n the one u feel deeply abt".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just came back from camp yesterday. As expected, I slept in school during lecture. Best kan? The best damn thing about this camp from area 1 is my very own group; Anything.&lt;em&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;I feel so good ah ah I feel so good ah ah I feel so good I feel so good I feel so good ah ah&lt;em&gt;".&lt;/em&gt; They taught me that and I feel so good seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7484852328816687360?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7484852328816687360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7484852328816687360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7484852328816687360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7484852328816687360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/11/w-h-y.html' title='W-H-Y?!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7108445063448156921</id><published>2008-10-28T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:31:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres more to come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SQcfO-5RetI/AAAAAAAABNM/wTJ8Pppo6SU/s1600-h/Bday+bash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209031867562706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SQcfO-5RetI/AAAAAAAABNM/wTJ8Pppo6SU/s400/Bday+bash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, 3 birthday down so far. &amp;amp; ehem 1 more coming pretty pretty soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for the one and only Camp Warden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-5th Nov 08-&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7108445063448156921?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7108445063448156921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7108445063448156921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7108445063448156921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7108445063448156921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-more-to-come.html' title='Theres more to come.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SQcfO-5RetI/AAAAAAAABNM/wTJ8Pppo6SU/s72-c/Bday+bash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-3794610611568663231</id><published>2008-10-23T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:02:41.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An addition to the family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SQCfBAo0T9I/AAAAAAAABNE/LafbvQdwIWI/s1600-h/SDC10679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260379204468625362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SQCfBAo0T9I/AAAAAAAABNE/LafbvQdwIWI/s400/SDC10679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riyan junior! I'm a young aunty lor. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet the newborn. Muhammad Nurhan Bin Iz Fazly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrtas abg Fazly and kak Lin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-3794610611568663231?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3794610611568663231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=3794610611568663231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3794610611568663231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/3794610611568663231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/addition-to-family.html' title='An addition to the family.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SQCfBAo0T9I/AAAAAAAABNE/LafbvQdwIWI/s72-c/SDC10679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5131370900081423035</id><published>2008-10-19T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:09:21.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings are bound to change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, in life theres only one thing that is constant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHANGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5131370900081423035?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5131370900081423035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5131370900081423035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5131370900081423035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5131370900081423035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/somethings-are-bound-to-change.html' title='Somethings are bound to change.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5229065464816233639</id><published>2008-10-16T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:05:53.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are all I need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPdRZmGMT1I/AAAAAAAABM8/PFpKk7PDMfw/s1600-h/SSL28935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257760590143442770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPdRZmGMT1I/AAAAAAAABM8/PFpKk7PDMfw/s400/SSL28935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well lovelies, I know its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; hard to where we are getting now. But its double hard on me. Its very painful to see the friend that we're super close to previously are now drifting apart from us. &amp;amp; I really mean drifting apart. Initially its was only this big but now it have seriously become this BIG. How sad can it be. I hope it can be solve soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I really need all of you. Don't you girls miss those times we spent laughing our ass out, cursing our rivals and eyeing for cute guys? I REALLY DO! You'll always be my hooligan bitches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPdQf82nM8I/AAAAAAAABM0/BfsA4AnqqC4/s1600-h/SSL28923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257759599819699138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPdQf82nM8I/AAAAAAAABM0/BfsA4AnqqC4/s400/SSL28923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. On the other hand, I'll be meeting these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kickass&lt;/span&gt; buddies tomorrow. &amp;amp; I can't wait to see how much my kiddos have grown throughout the holidays. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; I heard, they've been missing those tiring training but most importantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt; yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5229065464816233639?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5229065464816233639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5229065464816233639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5229065464816233639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5229065464816233639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-are-all-i-need.html' title='They are all I need.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPdRZmGMT1I/AAAAAAAABM8/PFpKk7PDMfw/s72-c/SSL28935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7164168111957731689</id><published>2008-10-15T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:25:43.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings are just out of control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reason being why I kept it unseen is because I can't get over my past. But not today. I've learnt to let it go and yes I am very proud of myself. Whatever that you may have or might want to read, that was history. I can't possibly delete it coz it's part of my life journey. Too bad, learn to respect and you can never change me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7164168111957731689?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7164168111957731689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7164168111957731689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7164168111957731689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7164168111957731689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/somethings-are-just-out-of-control.html' title='Somethings are just out of control.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-681523537589828582</id><published>2008-10-15T16:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:30:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diclosing the secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Since the day I've reached mainland, I never had the chance to disclose my birthday surprise. &amp;amp; to a certain reason that may occur, I will only disclose some of the pictures taken. This is to ensure that everything that happened on that night is kept between us only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've had the bestest 18th Birthday ever. It was a birthday bash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257309844342795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPW3cvI3a-I/AAAAAAAABMk/k_15Skil3PM/s400/PA080091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257310131334276354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPW3tcQ95QI/AAAAAAAABMs/1uOEemDxkGQ/s400/PA080104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The birthday boy and girl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL THAT HAVE MADE IT POSSIBLE ON MY 18TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-681523537589828582?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/681523537589828582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=681523537589828582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/681523537589828582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/681523537589828582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/diclosing-secret.html' title='Diclosing the secret.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SPW3cvI3a-I/AAAAAAAABMk/k_15Skil3PM/s72-c/PA080091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-621927862595723425</id><published>2008-10-06T05:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:21:46.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lebaran 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SOks8OtL1MI/AAAAAAAABLs/UWdAIXzV5gg/s1600-h/SSL28474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253779853555782850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SOks8OtL1MI/AAAAAAAABLs/UWdAIXzV5gg/s400/SSL28474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not too late kan? Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Dan Batin.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really in a rush for time. &amp;amp; now, I'm preparing myself to be at Ubin for the HRC Trainee course. Will be back on Thursday night. Thank you Irfan for the advance birthday gift. Supergal eh Fan? Haha. Both Ilyas and Tina for the advance birthday wish also. Thank you so much! Told ya, this year is another different type of celebration. Everything advance. Hehe. I might not be able to reply everyone of you when I'm in camp. Sorry eh. So whats there for me eh CI mates?! Hehe. Super excited now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253781511324518914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SOkucuYDSgI/AAAAAAAABL0/nup1ZKhodZ4/s400/SSL28691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;Happy 18th myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sape nak kucing as hadiah angkat tangan?&lt;/em&gt; Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU EVERBODY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-621927862595723425?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/621927862595723425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=621927862595723425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/621927862595723425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/621927862595723425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/lebaran-2008.html' title='lebaran 2008'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SOks8OtL1MI/AAAAAAAABLs/UWdAIXzV5gg/s72-c/SSL28474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8776362218344278460</id><published>2008-09-27T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:15:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealous?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jealousy huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8776362218344278460?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8776362218344278460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8776362218344278460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8776362218344278460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8776362218344278460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/jealous.html' title='jealous?!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7333208034062952566</id><published>2008-09-24T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:13:10.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNnjqB1PBII/AAAAAAAABLc/HQGqCzz9MEQ/s1600-h/ssl24130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249477151862752386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNnjqB1PBII/AAAAAAAABLc/HQGqCzz9MEQ/s400/ssl24130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am seriously looking forward for October to come. Not because of Hari raya but the fact that I'm turning legal 18 makes me excited. Aha! Every year my birthday will be very different. Similarly last year I enjoyed celebrating it with a group of kickass bunch of people. &amp;amp; this year it will be the same. Single ma. However the difference will be just the venue. It'll not be in mainland but Pulau Ubin instead. Intresting eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, I dread going for the HRC course but because my &lt;em&gt;adek angkat tiri&lt;/em&gt; is there so I'll be going. Haha. Don't ask me why coz I may ended up saying that its my birthday and I wanna celebrate it with my family and the love ones. First time birthday girl not at home. Huhur. So, make this 18th birthday of mine a memorable one please. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cmmon CI mates, I know you can do better that what I've plan for Faizal's and some parts of Zimah's birthday. Hehe. Oh yar, FI Jass is there so I'm happy already dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7333208034062952566?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7333208034062952566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7333208034062952566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7333208034062952566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7333208034062952566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNnjqB1PBII/AAAAAAAABLc/HQGqCzz9MEQ/s72-c/ssl24130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6487097755413531059</id><published>2008-09-23T13:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:12:25.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss miss miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNiQb7o32mI/AAAAAAAABLU/hLSqoTlBSuM/s1600-h/DSCF0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249104175240305250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNiQb7o32mI/AAAAAAAABLU/hLSqoTlBSuM/s400/DSCF0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNiCi5RrE2I/AAAAAAAABKk/5c1JDqROLtQ/s1600-h/DSCF0265.jpg"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riyan aunty misses youlah cine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is said that people come and go in your life. Which is very true. At this very age now, I meet lots and lots of people from all walks of life. However, the one who are important and true to me are those whom I've kept them deep in my heart. &amp;amp; I really appreciate and treasure them. For instant, people who made this life beautiful and worth living. Examples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249099529094210946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNiMNfZUpYI/AAAAAAAABLE/cWJPkBH4pLo/s400/SSL26781.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Like them boys. No doubt I need them always to make every training a success. Especially the one in maroon. "FAIZAL" [insert someone's voice] inside joke! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249099111840388498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNiL1NAQlZI/AAAAAAAABK8/26SCBgB1a54/s400/P2080670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Babybitches. Where we can just bitch about anytime anywhere. Haha. Missing you all already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249101269085493778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNiNyxXkmhI/AAAAAAAABLM/755Y0k1CNss/s400/Collage+CIs..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of them above. Kickass CIs. They complete my life to the fullest. Sometimes life gets harder we will never know. Next thing I know, I turn to them. Those latenights skyping haha only us know about it. We've be through together alot. Good or bad they are always there for me. Agreeable sirs and ma'am? Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In conclusion, having no boyfriend doesn't mean its the end. With great people around you, everythings gonna be alright. Hmm. I love making paperhearts for the love ones remember? Those who got it, keep it safe. Its a token of appreciation from me to you. Thank you. So, who's next to receive it eh? Hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6487097755413531059?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6487097755413531059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6487097755413531059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6487097755413531059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6487097755413531059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-miss-miss.html' title='miss miss miss.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNiQb7o32mI/AAAAAAAABLU/hLSqoTlBSuM/s72-c/DSCF0265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2547991042706791172</id><published>2008-09-23T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:08:36.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNfKehz5cPI/AAAAAAAABKE/FpVMkmhgk3Y/s1600-h/IMG-2200%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886516544532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNfKehz5cPI/AAAAAAAABKE/FpVMkmhgk3Y/s400/IMG-2200%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, as some of you might know that recently ROW or known as Ramadhan On Wheels was another successful event organised by 4PM. &amp;amp; I am very proud to be part of it for the second time this year. Started of as a stranger back then and now I've known a handful of them volunteers who have the same objective for joining this event as me. &amp;amp; that's my team; car 22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNfKfN_JlFI/AAAAAAAABKM/f358zllNgI4/s1600-h/IMG-2493%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886528402887762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNfKfN_JlFI/AAAAAAAABKM/f358zllNgI4/s400/IMG-2493%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; It will &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;be complete without my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248894965909480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNfSKWJe4pI/AAAAAAAABKU/bOHUbz8KNWE/s400/IMG-2298%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I managed to get Adi to be part of this also. Haha. Percaya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Click for more pictures. &lt;a href="http://zackshack.multiply.com/photos/album/17/R.O.W_2008"&gt;[ ROW 2008 ]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Credits to Afdal for all of the beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881721485566450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNfGHa0wIfI/AAAAAAAABJ8/z-eFoR83oi0/s400/P8140260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Guess what? My application for the HRC course have been approved and I'm super excited now. Simply because I know that it will be a very meaningful and memorable one. Especially with most of area 19 peeps going. Great people equals to great activities. So kiddos better watch out coz I might hang you up there for all you know once I've become a certified HRC instructor. Hehe. Or oh no! Maybe not. Maybe it will be me who's gonna be hang up there by my peeps coz its gonna be my birthday. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaes! Let wait and see. They told me to watch out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wohoo. Exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2547991042706791172?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2547991042706791172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2547991042706791172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2547991042706791172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2547991042706791172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-difference.html' title='Making a difference'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNfKehz5cPI/AAAAAAAABKE/FpVMkmhgk3Y/s72-c/IMG-2200%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6970581393370258996</id><published>2008-09-19T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:37:10.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandnewfeeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK2VdiKC5I/AAAAAAAABJU/PzsnoV_XJIA/s1600-h/SSL28309.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK2V_OXEwI/AAAAAAAABJc/TuJAFQ2ctMY/s1600-h/SSL28312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247457004705223426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK2V_OXEwI/AAAAAAAABJc/TuJAFQ2ctMY/s400/SSL28312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fresh look I gave to my walls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK2WMRLXbI/AAAAAAAABJk/QIuXhl0AwvM/s1600-h/SSL28263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247457008206699954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK2WMRLXbI/AAAAAAAABJk/QIuXhl0AwvM/s400/SSL28263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247461878531155762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK6xrpA5zI/AAAAAAAABJs/9C5cuPRyKV8/s400/SSL28276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainings after trainings after trainings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247461878822956770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK6xsulbuI/AAAAAAAABJ0/51-VagJdvTo/s400/SSL28319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At this critical point of time, I just feel like giving up. Sometimes I find it useless to have an argument about what I have been doing. Its just a small issue to me where I know I can handle it very well. Its just a matter of time where soon the time is up and I have to proceed on doing other stuff than my usual. Only time will tell. For now, just let my kiddos grow with me and I hope to see them POP in 3 years time. They are my heartbeat and soul. What they are in future is how I've shape them to be. InsyaAllah, they'll continue to be the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's the reason why I've been "missing" these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly around 2 more weeks to go. Raya songs is already on air now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6970581393370258996?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6970581393370258996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6970581393370258996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6970581393370258996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6970581393370258996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/brandnewfeeling.html' title='Brandnewfeeling'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SNK2V_OXEwI/AAAAAAAABJc/TuJAFQ2ctMY/s72-c/SSL28312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5126153334173159000</id><published>2008-09-13T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:59:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation never depreciates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SMquzf-AXsI/AAAAAAAABI0/DUD0l5o06_Y/s1600-h/SSL28215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245196915804495554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SMquzf-AXsI/AAAAAAAABI0/DUD0l5o06_Y/s400/SSL28215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yeah yeah! One by one the surprise was a success. All the white lies and the grandmother stories I have to tell her to avoid the obvious surprise coming along . From watching movies to meeting my friends. It was pretty scary. Share you some secret eh, I was nervous throughout ok. Terrified that the plans gonna fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245200509291233298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SMqyEqwAgBI/AAAAAAAABI8/0Vkm0OMjBDg/s400/SSL28195.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;First stop was bowling. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245200509829941026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SMqyEswchyI/AAAAAAAABJE/pmm9OwNGLcw/s400/SSL28213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Followed by breaking fast at Air Pasang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245200511987850562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SMqyE0y7nUI/AAAAAAAABJM/-VGHkBMDU3I/s400/SSL28230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yet another surprise at Goodview Garden. The chocolate fudge cake. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything went well. Alhamdullillah. Plus the birthday girl is happy that's the greatest gift for us. I'm thankful. A memorable sweet 17 i guess? Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245196914972973026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SMquzc3wV-I/AAAAAAAABIs/9APXgL0bcvs/s400/Collage+CIs..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; this one, a collage made by the very talented Iskandar. Ideas and many other contributions from all of us to surprise wan(in red) with this. As a remembrance form us the CIs when he enter National Service. You'll be miss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nites world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5126153334173159000?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5126153334173159000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5126153334173159000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5126153334173159000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5126153334173159000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/appreciation-never-depreciates.html' title='Appreciation never depreciates.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SMquzf-AXsI/AAAAAAAABI0/DUD0l5o06_Y/s72-c/SSL28215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7723042034876544984</id><published>2008-09-02T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:52:43.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SL1hHmfrflI/AAAAAAAABIk/PPhyjWvLXA4/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241452324549525074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SL1hHmfrflI/AAAAAAAABIk/PPhyjWvLXA4/s400/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be right back with more exciting upcoming events and surprises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shhhhhh! Just wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7723042034876544984?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7723042034876544984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7723042034876544984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7723042034876544984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7723042034876544984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/brb.html' title='BRB'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SL1hHmfrflI/AAAAAAAABIk/PPhyjWvLXA4/s72-c/DSC01087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1481115317155521381</id><published>2008-08-29T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:30:44.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers deachers dayers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLf8ZOF0piI/AAAAAAAABIE/YDjCO-XCvJI/s1600-h/SSL28148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239934201678308898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLf8ZOF0piI/AAAAAAAABIE/YDjCO-XCvJI/s400/SSL28148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Mr Tam K K. 3 years as my Form teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLf8ZRAL4RI/AAAAAAAABIM/U-5yDl4gICA/s1600-h/SSL28146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239934202459971858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLf8ZRAL4RI/AAAAAAAABIM/U-5yDl4gICA/s400/SSL28146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wan extra behind there. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was just a drop by at Hillgrove since its Teachers' Day celebration is today. Since its gonna be Ramadhan very soon, we've made plans to break fast altogether after exams. Hopefully, everyone will make it. Last year we've miss it even on Hari Raya so this year we must make do of our free time. Its a holiday after exams babes! So yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 more days to go! Excited? You bet! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wait! I'm missing the CI's from area 19 now. No one to chat with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239937002174338754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLf-8OwG1sI/AAAAAAAABIU/qnTUqyNgHzE/s400/P8140244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See, all of them are with him [yellow shirt] FI Jass right now for 3 days somemore. Jealous jealous. Oh no, I miss the chance of getting to meet him again lor. Bukan ape, he's the coolest FI on earth. That's all. Hee. Its ok though coz once I'm officially a HRC instructor I'll be meeting him every Saturday. Hehehe. When midnight strikes, I'll call them up to checkout on my Mr Cool. Chey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BLUEK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1481115317155521381?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1481115317155521381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1481115317155521381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1481115317155521381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1481115317155521381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-deachers-dayers.html' title='Teachers deachers dayers.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLf8ZOF0piI/AAAAAAAABIE/YDjCO-XCvJI/s72-c/SSL28148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2331992779617517065</id><published>2008-08-28T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:58:27.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciation dinner @ OPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's appreciation dinner was so so. It changed its venue and all. So annoying. But what made it an enjoyable one has always been the people. I love them all! They are great bunch of people that can't make me stop laughing sometimes I can go on laughing at myself also. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm very lazy now so let the picture do the talking as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbOCgBBxPI/AAAAAAAABHU/SJbP_6yQwzY/s1600-h/SSL28061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239601758841455858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbOCgBBxPI/AAAAAAAABHU/SJbP_6yQwzY/s400/SSL28061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The opening snap shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239602111586067266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbOXCF5Y0I/AAAAAAAABHc/Kht6Yfo-FCQ/s400/SSL28070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The twins tak menjadi. Same shirt design. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239602117495919986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbOXYG6lXI/AAAAAAAABHk/r9gp4SNfsaU/s400/SSL28085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole bunch of us who's involve in NC and am pretty close with each other. My crew yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239603710194973426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbP0FX9evI/AAAAAAAABH8/WyKCEVR20DA/s400/SSL28086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The people whom I worked with from NCDCC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239602408236023202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbOoTMwfaI/AAAAAAAABHs/6WrC099NdIU/s400/SSL28090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joking around and making a fool of each other is a norm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239602408547240402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbOoUW9SdI/AAAAAAAABH0/F3ar6rAXXC0/s400/SSL28089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow most of my CI mates are helping out area 8 for their ATC except for me and "Cine" [Jerry] the one in white at the far right corner. Haha. Simply means, no one to talk to when I'm online. Coz everyone is in Ubin. Lol! 3 days only I can tahan ok. Hehe. First time iqa tak jiwe. Heh! Its ok,next camp will be HRC. This one will be a blast one I guess coz its gonna happen on my birthday! Hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have fun guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2331992779617517065?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2331992779617517065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2331992779617517065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2331992779617517065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2331992779617517065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-appreciation-dinner-was-so-so.html' title='appreciation dinner @ OPA'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLbOCgBBxPI/AAAAAAAABHU/SJbP_6yQwzY/s72-c/SSL28061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-100051461161031355</id><published>2008-08-27T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:37:53.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memyself and I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdullillah for everything that happened to me recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the outstanding grade I've got for Tourism it really perk my mood up to strive for the best in this upcoming exams. Eventhough my mouth says I can't but, in this fragile heart of mine it says motivational words to keep me going. Moreover, I received a good piece of news today evening. Wanna know what is it? Hee. I received yet another bursary. Yeay! Alhamdullilah. I really thought that my chance will slip but NO it never did. Tehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For 3 months I've been trying my best to move on and now everything is back in place and I really am thankful to Allah for everything that befall me previously. Because I know, for everything that happened theres a reason behind it. &amp;amp; very well, if you talk to me about relationship now, I guess the answer is pretty straight forward isn't it? I've channel it to something else everyone. For now, let me focus on myself and my goals in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is, I'm still that iQa you guys know since primary, secondary, ite, from NPCC CIBTC or any camps that we've attended together. Cheerful, bubbly, long-winded and talkative as always. &amp;amp; I will continue to be myself and no one can stop me from becoming myself. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lastly friends is better than nothing right? I really hope you boys understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You &amp;amp; Take Care Always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-100051461161031355?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/100051461161031355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=100051461161031355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/100051461161031355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/100051461161031355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/memyself-and-i.html' title='Memyself and I.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-5961428158447529960</id><published>2008-08-23T23:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:57:51.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Im gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes life gets so busy I couldn't even say Hi, make a call or send a reply. But that doesn't mean I forgot all of you lovelies. Coz deep in my heart I've kept you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets walk with me on my journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was Bestari Induction at ECP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;02082008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237756671754940610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA_8S_isMI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ahwo9PczZeQ/s400/IMG_3019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Supergirls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237756677339879570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA_8nzGGJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Ov5Q5G1Mo8s/s400/IMG_3043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caught on camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;National Day Parade 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;09082008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755810090180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA_KJCp4AI/AAAAAAAAA1w/opFqz-rJF68/s400/SSL27718.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Shine for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755815433050770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA_Kc8fmpI/AAAAAAAAA14/k87WfBoXLEY/s400/SSL27720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My last free dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237754985678372658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA-aJ3j_zI/AAAAAAAAA1o/rXdKzSfRtJo/s400/SSL27721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cluster B! Hearts them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;National Camp 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11082008-14082008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237753888394404354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA9aSKrYgI/AAAAAAAAA1A/mwdN0YrWBFQ/s400/P8100001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Posing with the rover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237753880618639874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA9Z1MyogI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mPNmNPkcLGI/s400/SSL27786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All of us CIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA9aMAa5nI/AAAAAAAAA04/T0WqMJJiSdQ/s1600-h/SSL27792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237753886740768370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA9aMAa5nI/AAAAAAAAA04/T0WqMJJiSdQ/s400/SSL27792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what we do when we have buffer time. Our relax corner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237753887589534530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA9aPKyC0I/AAAAAAAAA0w/bqIxpGjtUzY/s400/SSL27872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last day. Bye-bye Ubin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Afdal on air at Ria. 89.7 FM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;19082008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237754981462804018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA-Z6KfhjI/AAAAAAAAA1I/m5bna9doIQ8/s400/IMG-5479%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's already on air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237754982421371538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA-Z9vCGpI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/HV4j_nOeZAo/s400/IMG-5485%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caught kak Fiza on the phone and kak Nona busy explaining things to Afdal at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237754982956494066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA-Z_unbPI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/h8fJ6uSGHhw/s400/IMG-5491%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeling- feeling on air. My dream doks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237754985843396178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA-aKe6DlI/AAAAAAAAA1g/6g_9qu6wRE4/s400/IMG-5506%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Favourite DJs. Fiza O &amp;amp; KC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestari Award 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;21082008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237753883317541186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA9Z_QQmUI/AAAAAAAAA0g/sugblvqT2PY/s400/IMG-6490%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Comm members. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237751753319982322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA7eAZRJPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/VyT0vRxY3k4/s400/IMG-6501%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;007. James Bond. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Faizal's belated Birthday Celebration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;22082008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237766157057469218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLBIkaf5KyI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/FXWM33hkGa0/s400/P8220007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before anything get started we went to Fajar sec for its training.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237766153797395762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLBIkOWoZTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UjYHn0w4dfE/s400/P8220009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When we are done with training. We grabbed Faizal and blindfolded him outside the bus interchange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237766159264118514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLBIkit_9vI/AAAAAAAAA2g/J3hjXCE20pE/s400/P8220029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; throughout the journey, [ inside outside bus ] he was in that kind of state coz I don't give a damn about what people will say. Its his birthday afterall. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237751751296582626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA7d422g-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/xvX_NRt2bdE/s400/SSL28025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are all my partners in crime. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Area 19 Cis and special thanks to Syahid for dropping by west area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NDP Appreciation Dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;23082008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237751749547305314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA7dyVyqWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/in0QK3xhBp4/s400/SSL28051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Distributing of certificates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237751745188599202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA7diGmFaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/5Tumus5iO6Q/s400/SSL28056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the dinner, went over to City Hall for the fireworks festival with the NDP mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But guess whom I actually went out with instead when I've reached?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237751742254238034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA7dXK_SVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/VegfNly55XQ/s400/SSL28060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tadaa! I wont call him my ex but my close friend now. Friends is better than "that".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That was my days people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not running away or treating all of you like strangers its just that time wont permit to my hectic schedule. I hope you understand. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; its not easy to be me. All those preparations I went through. Its never easy. But, I love and enjoyed every bit of it very very much because of the people I'm working with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now back to studies. Exam around the corner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-5961428158447529960?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5961428158447529960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=5961428158447529960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5961428158447529960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/5961428158447529960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-im-gone.html' title='When Im gone..'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SLA_8S_isMI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ahwo9PczZeQ/s72-c/IMG_3019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6962701527268291382</id><published>2008-08-08T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:36:29.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today Hillgrove has its very first National Day Parade. back to my time there wasn't any ok. However, the whole parade was a mess. No coordination and whatsoever. This is what happen when you plan parade last minute. The worst part and saddening part was when my very own cadets did not attend for the parade instead, they went for the concert. What were they thinking? Hannan, Faizal and myself never expect our NP supporting contingent to turn out to be the worst. All these while NPCC has been the best CCA in there. Sigh! In other words it reflects us as their CIs. We'll work hard to achieve it but I need your help too kiddos to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the early part of today. Late evening will be work. I'm back to my old routine. I need all those money you see. Coz I'm not eligible for the bursary award. Sad sad me. &amp;amp; because of work, I have to miss my meet up with my babes. Seriously, its been countless months since we sit down and do anything together full strength tau. Sorry darlas for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232031280947139506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SJvousKWE7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/WJxkCPX9INI/s400/33670891618733l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, I love and miss you ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Muuuuuaaaaccccckkkkkzzzzzz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6962701527268291382?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6962701527268291382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6962701527268291382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6962701527268291382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6962701527268291382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SJvousKWE7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/WJxkCPX9INI/s72-c/33670891618733l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6466411137654337906</id><published>2008-08-07T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:05:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if it were to be the other way round?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will you feel when you are one step closer to your goal? How will you react then when you have reach your goal? &amp;amp; what if you know you are one step closer to accomplish your goal but when you stop to think, you are actually very far from it? Just because of a small hurdle or should I say a misunderstanding caused you to miss it. Now, how will you react?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah. Ya Allah. Ya Allah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Automatically, my mood was switch to monotonous me and suddenly I felt myself sinking to the ground. Only God knows how disappointed I was when I received the news. I was putting on a brave front in front of my CI friends who was attending the same briefing as me. At that point of a time, if I could scream my lungs out I think I would. My heart was in real pain. Gosh! yes, it really mean alot to me. Fuck fuck fuck. Im hurt again!! Hurt my feelings people. Come, hurt me!! Arghhh, nevermind, its just not my luck. Belom rezeki kata orang. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I cried myself to sleep I said this to myself, " tomorrow will be a brand new day so move on iqa". &amp;amp; when tomorrow comes, I put my head up high and gather back all the confidence I needed for the day. &amp;amp; indeed, it was a blessing in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During lecture, I just randomly messaged this someone in my past and the response way god damn overwhelming. I never expected him to reply me with great great remarks and convincing messages I've got from him. Oh God, you are so great! The content, I'll save it just for myself. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think its pretty obvious who I'm talking about. But if it isn't, stop guessing coz you might never hit bull's eye. Haha. You'll never think of him at all belief me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; today, I see myself progressing well. Repeat after me, " costing is my favourite subject and &lt;em&gt;wowok &lt;/em&gt;is my favourite lecturer". Muahahahaha. I seriously mean it ok but minus the second fact. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a nice day yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6466411137654337906?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6466411137654337906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6466411137654337906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6466411137654337906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6466411137654337906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-it-were-to-be-other-way-round.html' title='What if it were to be the other way round?'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6182020591982459084</id><published>2008-08-03T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:07:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna change for the better now. I can't afford to stay like this forever. I need all the motivations from everyone who cares for me. I'm missing something in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6182020591982459084?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6182020591982459084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6182020591982459084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6182020591982459084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6182020591982459084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-you-go.html' title='where you go?'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7852893843864588637</id><published>2008-07-27T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:38:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hes the man! Fauzi laili</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIx5CQEPpeI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ETO4zYew2dU/s1600-h/SSL27652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227686347049772514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIx5CQEPpeI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ETO4zYew2dU/s400/SSL27652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hohoho. Sunday equals to family day. Hehe. I'm just so happy to get to meet Fauzi Laili in person. That was Taman Warisan by the way. He's such a friendly guy with great personalty. Cool huh? Besides that, I had my first trial at the foot reflexology. The feeling was like heaven. Hee. Well, I've got a free makeover plus a spa voucher. Gerek kaper iqa? Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7852893843864588637?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7852893843864588637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7852893843864588637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7852893843864588637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7852893843864588637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-man-fauzi-laili.html' title='hes the man! Fauzi laili'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIx5CQEPpeI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ETO4zYew2dU/s72-c/SSL27652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8153185913841135199</id><published>2008-07-25T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:45:03.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bithches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIkxxr88FUI/AAAAAAAAAzY/IEk-C5G_as8/s1600-h/SSL27597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226763572221842754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIkxxr88FUI/AAAAAAAAAzY/IEk-C5G_as8/s400/SSL27597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 Jahanam it was! One missing though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIkxx7VbrHI/AAAAAAAAAzg/opnMpfKIdPU/s1600-h/SSL27578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226763576351108210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIkxx7VbrHI/AAAAAAAAAzg/opnMpfKIdPU/s400/SSL27578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In prompt to. Emo shit. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A class trip to Sungei Buloh yesterday. I love them all - &lt;strong&gt;my bitches&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Evil Laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe you've missed out so much things I've been through in my life but sometimes somethings are not meant to be shared to the whole wide world. Just know that, I'm moving very well eventhough theres a lil bit of hiccups here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In life, I've never been missing so much lately. Ive been occupying myself with everything that I can do which then I ended up having no time for myself. Such  a pity huh? But I just love the way it is. Everything is in good hand though. In 2 weeks time, it'll be the National Day and its the end of my service as motivator. So my Saturdays will be free again. &amp;amp; I cant wait for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8153185913841135199?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8153185913841135199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8153185913841135199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8153185913841135199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8153185913841135199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/bithches.html' title='Bithches'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SIkxxr88FUI/AAAAAAAAAzY/IEk-C5G_as8/s72-c/SSL27597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-1870705545496799177</id><published>2008-07-14T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:49:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy nerdy me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHtys2wt_-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GHOt2RZ8RlE/s1600-h/140720081566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222894307805888482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHtys2wt_-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GHOt2RZ8RlE/s400/140720081566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claimed both Hannan and faizal, I looked so nerdy using faizal's specktacle. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving it! Hehe. Total random!&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-1870705545496799177?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1870705545496799177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=1870705545496799177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1870705545496799177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/1870705545496799177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/nerdy-nerdy-me.html' title='Nerdy nerdy me!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHtys2wt_-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GHOt2RZ8RlE/s72-c/140720081566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-160522703041889611</id><published>2008-07-13T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:37:57.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It never stops there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It never stops there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHodUAZpYWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/gK6LqGhmaLo/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518947431670114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHodUAZpYWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/gK6LqGhmaLo/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The inseparable beauty queens. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518951892723378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHodURBPprI/AAAAAAAAAy4/C1FZY4RjuR0/s400/GetAttachment%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jemputs makans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518952119263474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHodUR3QYPI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Z9vXxoYMG0U/s400/GetAttachment%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole gang yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like how the tittle goes. Our friendship doesn't stop there during the integration camp. So far, I've been missing alot of times with them coz of some other commitments. Hear me scream now, " I miss you guys the gila-gila peeps you know". Not that I'm misssing on purpose hokay. Haha. Anyways, it was nice getting to wear the baju kurung sey after so long. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okaes, there's more to come and enjoy. &amp;amp; I can't wait for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry like seriously. Muahahahaha. I bet that will be the bestest moment and frankly that's my very first time at B&amp;amp;J too. Haha. So the kental me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-160522703041889611?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/160522703041889611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=160522703041889611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/160522703041889611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/160522703041889611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-never-stops-there.html' title='It never stops there.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SHodUAZpYWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/gK6LqGhmaLo/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-6573311369262900913</id><published>2008-07-04T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:30:08.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tok tik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yea. We're still young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still lotsa challenges n obstacles ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The question is what lies ahead...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mixed feeling reaction".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quoted from Specky to Supergal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-6573311369262900913?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6573311369262900913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=6573311369262900913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6573311369262900913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/6573311369262900913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/tick-tok-tik.html' title='Tick tok tik.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8787993136074443219</id><published>2008-07-02T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:22:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has its hidden talent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGt_jNRuqII/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uh1TOeynHdg/s1600-h/SSL27181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218404836075022466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGt_jNRuqII/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uh1TOeynHdg/s400/SSL27181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As per norm, I'm back to baking again. With no one's help and guidiance as always. This time round I tried plain brownie coz the idea of having nuts and such will make my sisters stare at it and walk away. Such a pity isn't it? Hee. Yeay, I did it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8787993136074443219?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8787993136074443219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8787993136074443219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8787993136074443219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8787993136074443219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/everyone-has-its-hidden-talent.html' title='Everyone has its hidden talent!'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGt_jNRuqII/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uh1TOeynHdg/s72-c/SSL27181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-2776751206518552853</id><published>2008-07-01T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:10:00.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful People = Beautiful Hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGpUPYTw_PI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_3xPytZdQKY/s1600-h/SSL27141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218075741462265074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGpUPYTw_PI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_3xPytZdQKY/s400/SSL27141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGpUP0XEY3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/9s3saABZ3w4/s1600-h/SSL27136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218075748992312178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGpUP0XEY3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/9s3saABZ3w4/s400/SSL27136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218076009316312130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGpUe-JJZEI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VojXPaZPgvY/s400/SSL27149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday. Bugis. Clark Quay. Lau Par Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frenzyatiqa.multiply.com/"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-2776751206518552853?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2776751206518552853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=2776751206518552853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2776751206518552853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/2776751206518552853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-people-beautiful-hearts.html' title='Beautiful People = Beautiful Hearts.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGpUPYTw_PI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_3xPytZdQKY/s72-c/SSL27141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8857869689518432645</id><published>2008-07-01T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:51:55.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZERO ONE ZERO SEVEN ZERO EIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you walk away from someone you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And take the road of friend;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you reroute the course you have taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And start over once again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really want to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But inside me I know I must;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The times we've loved . . . the times you've left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart says stay . . . but it's my mind I must trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have shared so much together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet sometimes we can't turn back time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know one day you will be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your soulmate you will find;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we each have one out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if for now . . . only in our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May life be gentle with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May God's best come your way;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And on some quiet tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will realize things were better this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting Go&lt;br /&gt;by Judy Burnette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Its 2 months already &amp;amp; I'm moving on strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8857869689518432645?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8857869689518432645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8857869689518432645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8857869689518432645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8857869689518432645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/zero-one-zero-seven-zero-eight.html' title='ZERO ONE ZERO SEVEN ZERO EIGHT'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-7100778225381359874</id><published>2008-06-27T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:48:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGTsupnkB_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/ic0LWVODTPs/s1600-h/Emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216554554591807474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGTsupnkB_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/ic0LWVODTPs/s400/Emma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 38th Birthday to you.!&lt;br /&gt;Just know that we love you and nobody can ever replace you.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-7100778225381359874?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7100778225381359874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=7100778225381359874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7100778225381359874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/7100778225381359874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday (:'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SGTsupnkB_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/ic0LWVODTPs/s72-c/Emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-815974562009874273</id><published>2008-06-23T18:09:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:55:29.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integraton camp 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; 4PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intergration Camp&lt;br /&gt;19-22 June 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prince george Park, NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Day 0~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DFLbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/8VsNbHV3s18/s1600-h/1_372028856l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215019987354993522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DFLbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/8VsNbHV3s18/s400/1_372028856l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some admin matters to be done. Note that its already 9.36pm and I'm still at 4PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215019987760405266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DGsFWxI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_9yPTEmSts4/s400/1_293390915l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The messy meeting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Day 1~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DExoOuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/LRJzbZXQNFM/s1600-h/1_390190564l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215019987246791394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DExoOuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/LRJzbZXQNFM/s400/1_390190564l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Commitee tag that I prepare. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215021956690454738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF961thlqNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Wq57DBIePi0/s400/1_873466646l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Regristration time. Busy busy me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215021955270469186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF961oPCZkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LQfEM87labU/s400/1_983161653l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Raudah, Ida nad myself. We'll always be together no matter where we go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023374631377666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF98IPxDGwI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cd-baRZKabw/s400/SSL26919.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; View from my room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215019994422796354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DfghYEI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pi_JveXFkHg/s400/SSL26875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The inside look of PGP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215019994378705602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DfWAmsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/y5wPta6pWb0/s400/SSL26876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The block that I lived in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215021950529227490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF961WkoyuI/AAAAAAAAAug/RpCGCsZC7bg/s400/SSL26879.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing Ismail; chairman of this camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023363891952578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF98Hnwke8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/L9BU65M-QSg/s400/SSL26877.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lidiyana and Filzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Day 2~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023368823433474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF98H6IU6QI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Wf1qU75ER0Q/s400/1_917952747l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The bunch of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215029151628874434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-BYgwlUsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/-q_C5xTgZN4/s400/SSL26898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the crazy lorry ride drove by Syafiq Tinggi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023369858433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF98H9_FwUI/AAAAAAAAAvI/GpCn45q_UdQ/s400/SSL26901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im helping out raudah for F&amp;amp;B during the heritage tour cum Amazing Race. Since they are not there yet, we took the chance to chamwore and explore Fort Canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215023370074956834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF98H-ytpCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CNU0eC2aPmY/s400/SSL26903.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; When some came over to help out, this is what happened. I Love this shot the most. Look at the owner's hand of coz. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215024605127007778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF99P3uEXiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/dGMyIDvynmM/s400/SSL26907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunch break, pit stop was at Fort Canning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215024606151933058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF99P7ibfII/AAAAAAAAAvo/YdFBEb95Tig/s400/SSL26906.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Raudah, Syafiq Tinggi and Suria. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215027750983572418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-AG-8uG8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/N00GnLrp36o/s400/1_128947957l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Back at PGP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Day 3~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215027747167748274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-AGwu9QLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/H0DZVkVyWFI/s400/1_163343576l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Discussion and presentation to the judges was for the campers. So on the other hand, we the comm members were relaxing for awhile and laughing our ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215027754013069922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-AHKPAkmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_f4CPjk5VAs/s400/1_935091054l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Gossiping in progress but we stopped just for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215027755554826098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-AHP-l53I/AAAAAAAAAwY/eyWOchwc72E/s400/1_117969404l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lepaking. Just the way we are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Day 4~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215024607558399810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF99QAxwd0I/AAAAAAAAAv4/DgEXcNYHIbM/s400/SSL26932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ite Simei reunite! Im the comm and them the campers. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215024609140799042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF99QGrB9kI/AAAAAAAAAvw/tJKmhIr9XtQ/s400/SSL26924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Unexpected. Syafiq was my primary school friend and here we met again in this camp. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215029156423344338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-BYynrINI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0fZDmtqyjUk/s400/SSL26935.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Shahrill the faicilitator. Only know him  for days but we are now like brother and sisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215029155859676290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-BYwhSPII/AAAAAAAAAww/4FVno4qqQpE/s400/SSL26940.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; All time favourite friend; Afdal. Unexpected again. Last met him was during Ramadhan on wheels 07. 10 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215029220225484866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-BcgTSiEI/AAAAAAAAAw4/bJ8DPCmr2Rg/s400/SSL26955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Shamsul [Sam] the first aider who is my chaiman's youngest brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215029225916342722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-Bc1gGIcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/axFE11Gvgp4/s400/SSL26957.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Another Sham; photographer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215030966855065858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-DCLAO4QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/U6rPE8Oo75w/s400/SSL26964.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Fadzli from programme team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215135587331682050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF_iL4pnLwI/AAAAAAAAAyA/1QcyZ4_Ghas/s400/SSL26981.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Syafiq tinggi; logistic i/c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215030971326641938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-DCbqVtxI/AAAAAAAAAxY/RUAnDH7CZHc/s400/SSL26970.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Azrezan the logistic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215030969803315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-DCV_JmgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0Jl9y-Hz6Qk/s400/SSL26972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shahrizan another logistic man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215030976473966770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-DCu1jqLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/BVBIGiZ_Ohw/s400/SSL26979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kak Falah my vice chaiperson for this camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215030965872172258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-DCHV5HOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/36lX4WunbCg/s400/SSL26959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least the very most important person to me; Kak Yati. Staff of 4PM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215041448403065954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF-MkR0A3GI/AAAAAAAAAxw/9dDubj0Nq1I/s400/1_162376821l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ladies of coz plus Boy [Affi].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a blessing in disguised indeed. Eventhough on day 0, I had a tiff with my parents for reaching my doorstep at 1 am. I had fun and gain new experience in this camp. This was my very first camp that I'm involve in for 4PM straight as a commitee member. Express ticket I've got all thanks to Ida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A big thank you to everyone who made this camp possible especially the Comm member. The times were by there were some fiction between us. Just some ups and downs we have to go through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you Ismail, Kak Yati, Kak Falah and Hsni for giving me a golden opportunity to be part of this camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We'll meet again for sure!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-815974562009874273?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/815974562009874273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=815974562009874273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/815974562009874273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/815974562009874273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/integraton-camp-2008.html' title='Integraton camp 2008'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SF95DFLbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/8VsNbHV3s18/s72-c/1_372028856l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-561303738064711503</id><published>2008-06-16T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:48:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The list goes on and on ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Thursday-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212365246622301266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SFYKk1SDfFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/MYumNR_fhs4/s400/120620081507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last day of school was dope coz lots of people were missing. Can imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; here I am as usual taking stupid photos of myself instead of paying attention during lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212367819803178162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SFYM6nILtLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UVJFrk_wolI/s400/Photo162.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The thought of having 5 hours before the 4PM meeting made me travel far. So Syahid came in mind and I asked him to bring me around AMK Hub. Thanks for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212365252751573794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SFYKlMHYwyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fnF7z9HEoxs/s400/Photo163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Met with the rest and soon after we bid goodbye. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Friday~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212365254253133058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SFYKlRtYvQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Gda_ZXW861A/s400/130620081512.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Friday morning was spent with the family at pasar Geylang. I miss going there though. Haha. &amp;amp; after that off to 4PM again. Told ya, 4Pm is now my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Saturday~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212374551084614082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SFYTCbGvQcI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_isQaireKtM/s400/070620081491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday morning was NDP training as per normal however its venue was at the floating platform. The parade was superb I tell you. How I wish I was the one in there. But its all good, I'm trying out new things. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess whats after that? 4PM again yo! Hehe. Done with the admin stuff and off we the Comm members to the PC show. It was Ismail all along. Thank you for the treat at Lau Par Sat and the safe ride home in your Suzuki Swift. Love it so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Sunday~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212377875435594962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SFYWD7RxpNI/AAAAAAAAAto/bSeEkyL5SwA/s400/SSL20680%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Father's Day ayah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You sure know how much I love you kan? Hehe. You've always been my pillar of strength. I appreciate all your sacrifice towards the family eventhough sometimes I grumble on why things have to be your way and not mine. But I deeply understood on why you did that. The curfews and restrictions. It was all for my own good. Thank you for every single things and most importantly,&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you so much ayah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-561303738064711503?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/561303738064711503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=561303738064711503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/561303738064711503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/561303738064711503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/list-goes-on-and-on.html' title='The list goes on and on ...'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SFYKk1SDfFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/MYumNR_fhs4/s72-c/120620081507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587685842635527564.post-8339598059405313589</id><published>2008-06-10T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:02:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down the memory lane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SE52PQlgN9I/AAAAAAAAAso/_WqJoHC8iMU/s1600-h/Maman+Cine005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231823436625874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SE52PQlgN9I/AAAAAAAAAso/_WqJoHC8iMU/s400/Maman+Cine005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These days, I am missing the old buddy badly. Not only this guy above but of course all my girlfriends especially ACES'. I love walking down the memory lane and will laugh out loud about the olden days. Hmm. Those times whereby we were still young and naive. Haha. Had a great short moment with Maman just now. Met my old neighbour cum besty cum whatever you can fit it in just so to hang out and kill our time. Its great to catch up on each others life after some time of disappearance. Till we meet again boyfriend. 11 years of friendship and still counting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1587685842635527564-8339598059405313589?l=myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8339598059405313589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1587685842635527564&amp;postID=8339598059405313589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8339598059405313589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1587685842635527564/posts/default/8339598059405313589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myredpaperheartrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking down the memory lane.'/><author><name>iQa (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738860379279185355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sKONrBnCnI/SE52PQlgN9I/AAAAAAAAAso/_WqJoHC8iMU/s72-c/Maman+Cine005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
