<?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-4631613678290397990</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:14:04.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello baby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-8547388511557321479</id><published>2009-01-01T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:54:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A BLASTFUL-DRUNK CELEBRATION WITH A GROUP OF AMAZING STRANGERS.&lt;br /&gt;MAY THIS BEAUTIFUL YEAR BE A WONDERFUL AND BLESSING ONE FOR ME &amp; FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;TILL WE MEET AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-8547388511557321479?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8547388511557321479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=8547388511557321479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8547388511557321479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8547388511557321479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-8599514295283200675</id><published>2008-12-28T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:12:25.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost another</title><content type='html'>Last month, we lost our beloved Malik.&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's our lovely Uncle Rahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a father figure to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;He sacrificed alot for his family, who were his top priority.&lt;br /&gt;Despite his toterring health, he tried every way to make his children lead a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last saw him at Malik's funeral last month, all well and fine.&lt;br /&gt;With unuttered words, he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;All we could do was cry and kissed his cold forehead for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wak Man, you are a great uncle. &lt;br /&gt;You will always be loved and remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga rohmu dicucuri rahmat dan ditempatkan bersama orang-orang yang beriman.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-8599514295283200675?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8599514295283200675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=8599514295283200675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8599514295283200675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8599514295283200675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-another.html' title='lost another'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-1609022696845593289</id><published>2008-12-27T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:13:17.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SVYGfCPImYI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/LfcIz-q9vWM/s1600-h/twilight_galleryteaser2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SVYGfCPImYI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/LfcIz-q9vWM/s320/twilight_galleryteaser2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284418343011916162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rushed home after work to get changed and then meet Roy to catch a midnight movie; &lt;b&gt;Twilight&lt;/b&gt;. It was the second time for him and the first for me. It was really awesome and my eyes was sparkling when I saw 'Edward Cullen'. Their love story was so breathtaking. I love vampires, they're hot! Eheheee! Oh, how I wish I could have a boyfriend who is so protective and takes good care of me. *melts* Aniway, it's definitely worth the bucks and I won't hesitate to watch it again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, I have too many plans for countdown next week and I'm feeling screwy. Which to go????? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-1609022696845593289?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1609022696845593289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=1609022696845593289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1609022696845593289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1609022696845593289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-rushed-home-after-work-to-get-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SVYGfCPImYI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/LfcIz-q9vWM/s72-c/twilight_galleryteaser2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4413204145402581021</id><published>2008-12-23T12:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:01:39.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nn: pls do the survey on my blog  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- okay babe, sure will!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passerby: hey,some of them are frm Animal Shop rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- ahhh yes, cause its Animal night out. Haha. and you are?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana sugarpie: titi darlingz! can i get ur email address, i'm privatisng my blog. send it @ yanapiepie@hotmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- sent hunneh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wawakiss: ahhhhi miss gg to powerhouse! haha! which outlet u're working at? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- we should go together one day! im at novena square; velocity. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanee: eyy! its a cute mole, eh! dont forget! hehee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- and it's getting big! ehehehehe!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy: ala..it's easy to differenciate them...nani got a mole on top of her lips...moley moley..hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- and i look like paris hilton. kan! hahahahaaaa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy: titi..rambot aku da hijau..biler nk jumpe????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- dah pon, and it looks great. mine soon maybe? ;p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana Sugarpie: ok.. is that ur sister... i can't differentiate u and her.. seriously! hahaz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- its easy lah syg. im the gorgeous one and my sister is the cute one. but its always much easier to spot me. heheeeee!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nn: lerrrrr.... update lah cepat... :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;blueeekkkk!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SVBkG2ZrABI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gCdKg6JrAFU/s1600-h/000x000iXBb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SVBkG2ZrABI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gCdKg6JrAFU/s320/000x000iXBb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282832431750774802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED 22nd BIRTHDAY MR ROY!&lt;br /&gt;May you live with blessful days ahead and&lt;br /&gt;achieve the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;I love you kememeh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by Ms Nurul Neea! Here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should passed on and not passed back.Pass this survey to 8 girls you know.You can not say "anyone is able to this survey" or similar like that.Those who were chosen to do this survey, you must play along and not back out.If you received this survey more than 8 times means you are someone on the outgoing popular links.REMEMBER: NO HIT BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-3- Who passed you this survey? What is your relationship to her? How do u befriend with her? And how do u find her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neea darling. Lovely blogmate and crazy msn buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Cyberworld.&lt;br /&gt;She's sweet, caring, bubbly and funny.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Do u eat raw salmon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tried a few times but still unable to successfully swallow one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Are u married? If no, when do u intend to get hitched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope. Maybe in 57829 years to come if possible?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Are u attached or no? If yes whats his name and how do u met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope, nope and nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- If you are attached, would you mind if your boy got kissed by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, what do you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Do u love answering back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- What is you fav color? Name three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;White, brown and black!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Why do u like the 2nd color of your earlier answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because chocolates are in brown and I love chocolates and I feel like biting anything that's in brown as it reminds me of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Do u think u are someone known to public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ummmmmmm uuummmm ummmmmmmmm................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- Have u had sex with anyone before? Verbally or physically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like Nanee said, HOLD YOUR HORSES EY MATE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- Do u like to be hated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just remember that hating someone won't make you pretty. And I'm nice aniway, so why hate me? ;p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- Do u think this survey is stupid? If yes, why? If no, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I suck at thinking. blueekk!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- What is your fav lingerie shops? Name two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- Do u prefer to wear G-string or normal undies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ehem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- What is your fav watch brand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fell in love with one from Levis! Will you buy it for me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- Have u own all the above mentioned watches yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obviously not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- What is your current addiction fav song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Brown - Flying Solo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- Name your fav blog website besides than your site (list their name down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My top 3 can?????&lt;br /&gt;-Nea darling!&lt;br /&gt;-Wawakiss&lt;br /&gt;-Nanasugarpie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- Do u think by blogging can make u famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes! Just like Xiaxue! :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- Do u support rima melati adams or ida nerina? Pls chose only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rima Melati Adams. I love seeing her face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- Do u think taufik batisah or hady mirza has the nicest voice? Chose only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAUFIK BATISAH I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24- Are u planning to adopt a child like Angelina Jolie does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe? I'll consider.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25- Do u think your are preety/handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe everyone's pretty. It all depends on how they bring their beauty to life. Err mcm sounds so wrong gitu kan. But I'm really sure ya'll know what I mean.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26- Do u rate yourself as caring or understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Understanding.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27- What is your occupation now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Under probation for Junior Retail Associate! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28- Where do u usually shop for your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everywhere and anywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29- Do u prefer dresses or t-shirt and shorts? Chose only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love dresses but I'm always on t-shirt and shorts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30- If you were given a miracle to change something in yourself, what would it be? List five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa Hudgen's gorgeous hair&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti's seductive eyes&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie's sexy lips&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Scherzinger's voluptous body and&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce's powerful voice! Wooheeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to know whats your friend's secret, pass this on to at least 8 girls. &lt;br /&gt;Let them know if they got choosen for this survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Wawakiss&lt;br /&gt;2) Fifye&lt;br /&gt;3) NanaSugarpie&lt;br /&gt;4) Fika Kiss&lt;br /&gt;5) Intan&lt;br /&gt;6) Mak nyah&lt;br /&gt;7) Hasimah Yon&lt;br /&gt;8) Tak tau sape lagi!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING! (ni pon bukan aku yang type eh...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4413204145402581021?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4413204145402581021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4413204145402581021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4413204145402581021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4413204145402581021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/nn-pls-do-survey-on-my-blog-okay-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SVBkG2ZrABI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gCdKg6JrAFU/s72-c/000x000iXBb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-3080732922795391564</id><published>2008-12-15T11:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:17:39.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apology for another absence, I was very occupied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 &amp; 9 December 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hari Raya Haji and of all days, I have to fall sick on this special day. I woke up with a flu and was string along with migraine by night. Lucky thing Abg Khai fetched us from home to Bedok. On the day of raya itself, I was feeling half lifeless. I was awfully feeble with flu, bad cough, fever and migraine. So, no need to explain further how I felt. I missed out on Wak Farid's finger-licking dishes and was lying on my bed with layers of blankets over me when we got home. I lost count on how many pills I swallowed these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 December 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from my operation manager from Animal. He told me that they're having an opening for full-time position and would like to offer me one. I was so glad and agreed to make a bounce back. Then in the late afternoon, Patrick, my store manager called me and told me that I can start work the very next day. I was feeling so excited that I forgot I was still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 December 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of work and also the day I was getting a lil bit better from my sickness. It's great coming back and starting afresh. Now I'm in a new position, new outlet and new team. I was on shift with Patrick the store manager, Alfina my senior and a new staff, Shaiful. I was having a great day working and it gets better when Yaz called me, asking me to join them to Powerhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished work at 9.30pm, rushed home and got ready. It took me a long time to get dressed simply because I have nothing to wear! I ransacked my own closet and found a simple short black dress. I went out only at 12am and Lynn was already calling me, asking me to hurry. I reached there at 1am and was reunited again with the girls! HEHE! We had a few drinks and the music was great. I get butterflies when I hear the DJ playing the songs I like and I fall deeper in love with every song he plays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally enjoying myself but not until I bumped into someone. Someone that I wished wasn't there. He approached me and we talked for a while. I missed him very much and we got so close that night. Then we moved away from my friends and to the packed dancefloor. We started dancing and somehow unwanted things happenned. I pushed him aside and ran back to my girls. Damn, he spoiled my night. I was very upset and lost the mood to boogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_iOgW6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/IH1uwhIaCOo/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_iOgW6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/IH1uwhIaCOo/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279864724192779170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_YlkCSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZMo6qHiJRNM/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_YlkCSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZMo6qHiJRNM/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279864721605134626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_NfxU7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2hOvDCgoYKs/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_NfxU7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2hOvDCgoYKs/s320/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279864718628049842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_B0dbtI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/VPPriGv2hF4/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_B0dbtI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/VPPriGv2hF4/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279864715493600978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY-zg-cXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zgay6tGggRs/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY-zg-cXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zgay6tGggRs/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279864711653781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3xQCdeI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZeYYMKjDxVY/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3xQCdeI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZeYYMKjDxVY/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865690298414562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3mVhfLI/AAAAAAAAA54/rbG5IGR8n5k/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3mVhfLI/AAAAAAAAA54/rbG5IGR8n5k/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865687368629426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3jS654I/AAAAAAAAA5w/9ORKXw9ih0U/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3jS654I/AAAAAAAAA5w/9ORKXw9ih0U/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865686552405890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3-zZNHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/dKgJnZqHmGs/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXZ3-zZNHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/dKgJnZqHmGs/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279865693936366706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cabbed home with Yaz. My feet was aching like crazy that I actually walked bare-footed from the carpark to my block. I was feeling doleful and cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 December 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy wanted me to tag along to Sentosa with Hidayah and himself. I was forced to put the idea of joining them aside as I have lots of things to get done with. Sorry okay Roy. I was at home, cleaning stuffs and end up falling asleep in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the days, I worked my ass off. I was so shagged and finally had my off day today. Phew! Well, work was fine, our sales was superb and everyone's happy. Haha. As for today, I've no plans yet. Waiting for someone to call me or I'll just rest at home. Good girl kan. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-3080732922795391564?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3080732922795391564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=3080732922795391564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3080732922795391564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3080732922795391564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/apology-for-another-absence-i-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SUXY_iOgW6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/IH1uwhIaCOo/s72-c/DSC00479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-9193376851592048047</id><published>2008-12-06T03:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:24:59.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmBx-chO6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/1V3fW20mry0/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmBx-chO6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/1V3fW20mry0/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276391134017436578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmBxrrZ8tI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PkyQAwWZD-Q/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmBxrrZ8tI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PkyQAwWZD-Q/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276391128979600082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 December 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to attend an interview at Harry's Bar with Sister Ina. Unfortunately, we found out that it was'nt really the place Azri mentioned. It was called Rupee Room which is also from Harry's Bar management. However, Rupee Room is more to Bollywood type, hence the idea of passing it. Hehe! &lt;i&gt;Nanti badan mau mama jer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up for dinner at Pizza Hut instead, together with Nani. Our meal for the night was super cheezy. Our order contains 95% cheese and it made our evening cheezy-cheese! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Roy afterwards and head to banquet to meet Kak Mas, Kak Ita and her friend. We had tea while the rest had their very late dinner. Then Me and Roy wait for Ain as she will be sleeping over at Sister Ina's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surfed the net at home and even went out in the wee hours to 7-11 store in search of food. Haha. Nani's unknown friend came over too, but only for a while. Then we gleed, crapped, watch tv, crapped again and I eventually fell asleep, leaving Ain and Nani who buzzed till 6.30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 December 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My afternoon was spent lazing in front of the laptop, with Ain. Thanks to her, I'm a step closer to being a computer whizz! HEHEHE! I cooked lunch and we made a move at 7pm. Ain head home and I met Sister Ina. We trained to Vivo City where we meet up with Nani, Kak Ita and Kak Mas. Window-shopped and had dinner at KFC. We even went to my former workplace, ANIMAL. Gosh I missed Nora sooooo much! Very glad to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into my manager and he wanted me to give him a call to discuss about something. I'm abit nervous to talk to him actually. *EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our journey home was an amusing one. I feel a little mirthful today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmJfMp3lLI/AAAAAAAAA34/isEDdgHhbGc/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmJfMp3lLI/AAAAAAAAA34/isEDdgHhbGc/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276399607507031218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters by blood; the best ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKtoJDSnI/AAAAAAAAA44/TjAjCXbzLB0/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKtoJDSnI/AAAAAAAAA44/TjAjCXbzLB0/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400954915375730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKtkCHvrI/AAAAAAAAA4w/N9OW27fFoJQ/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKtkCHvrI/AAAAAAAAA4w/N9OW27fFoJQ/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400953812565682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKsoNYdrI/AAAAAAAAA4o/YNAsB2N1DOI/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKsoNYdrI/AAAAAAAAA4o/YNAsB2N1DOI/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400937753671346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKsXCQxyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/4AcqFZKzIuc/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmKsXCQxyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/4AcqFZKzIuc/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400933143627554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmK_O0YIhI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3DJ6rj673MY/s1600-h/1_723929031l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STmK_O0YIhI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3DJ6rj673MY/s320/1_723929031l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276401257355420178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me walk on air. Then next thing you did, was bringing me down. You promise me you'll never do it again. You tell me that we'll make it through to the end. Why do you lie? You promised everyday you're gonna try. I try to move on, but I know I'm just fooling myself. I can't figure out what you really want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why I sound so happy today? Cause I know it's the last time I'll hear from you. The moment where you'll be part of my history. We won't be going far baby, you know it yourself. You try to make me feel that everything's alright but I don't feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I really am. Take care love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-9193376851592048047?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/9193376851592048047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=9193376851592048047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/9193376851592048047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/9193376851592048047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-december-2008-i-was-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/STmBx-chO6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/1V3fW20mry0/s72-c/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-2573459148617759571</id><published>2008-12-03T18:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:07:55.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Still can't believe you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence still lingers here and I keep seeing your face when I saw you for the last time that day.&lt;br /&gt;It's because you're the first youngest one to go, leaving us with all these questions that'll never be answered. I wonder how your family's coping with this lost, especially Lina, who didn't get to catch the last glimpse of you.&lt;br /&gt;You're missed and will always be, Malik.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZjx3J2yXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4z3qmEy0dBI/s1600-h/Photo+47(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZjx3J2yXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4z3qmEy0dBI/s320/Photo+47(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275513721781143922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, these girls came over to my house with fastfood for lunch and then our evening was filled with lots of glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed for dinner over at Sister Ina's house as she's cooking an ambrosial meal. Sister Ina's bestfriend was there too, Kak Ita. We had dinner, watched a few shows and and they left at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be sleeping over here tomorrow and I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little back track to the weekends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZttZxiqpI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6Mhe1Dxnw6k/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZttZxiqpI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6Mhe1Dxnw6k/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524640291334802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO THE TWINS;&lt;br /&gt;ZANA &amp; QINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZttO7BGGI/AAAAAAAAA24/d8oGlQgST9o/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZttO7BGGI/AAAAAAAAA24/d8oGlQgST9o/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524637378287714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZts-67QwI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mdE-890Ry6g/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZts-67QwI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mdE-890Ry6g/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524633082938114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZw5EnVVLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/5z-sELyDtww/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZw5EnVVLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/5z-sELyDtww/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275528139304686770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZw5O3NnjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8RV725vI9-I/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZw5O3NnjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8RV725vI9-I/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275528142055644722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy and myself was invited to a barbecue birthday party at Yew Tee.&lt;br /&gt;And it was nice seeing the ex-Bishanians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exchanging text with Azri last night when he told me that his workplace; Harry's Bar has an opening vacancy for floor staff. He suggests I should give it a try since I've been jobless for quite sometime now. So I'll be heading there tomorrow with Sister Ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. Ohh, replies to tags soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it rolling babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZ0FEa8xGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/n5VGS_7O7kQ/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZ0FEa8xGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/n5VGS_7O7kQ/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275531643946058850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZ0E-z_T-I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/356jwqdgyDk/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STZ0E-z_T-I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/356jwqdgyDk/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275531642440470498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with a random photo of my best one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-2573459148617759571?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2573459148617759571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=2573459148617759571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/2573459148617759571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/2573459148617759571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-cant-believe-youre-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/STZjx3J2yXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4z3qmEy0dBI/s72-c/Photo+47(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4109540549505227185</id><published>2008-12-01T22:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:43:19.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first &amp; the last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STSrqvv_RII/AAAAAAAAA2g/gHMW_wXhGls/s1600-h/lunapic-122818453617430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/STSrqvv_RII/AAAAAAAAA2g/gHMW_wXhGls/s320/lunapic-122818453617430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275029814418293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;way back in 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I uttered a word to him was in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the last time I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the most loved among all and everyone adores him.&lt;br /&gt;He's good-looking, kind-hearted and a responsible son.&lt;br /&gt;The great crowd of friends and campmates proves that he's a wonderful associate.&lt;br /&gt;He turned 20 years old few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows, that that's how long he lived.&lt;br /&gt;It was atrocious, at the same time fearful.&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us could believe what we heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet trembled as I saw him slowly being carried down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;My heart caved in when I saw his helpless face.&lt;br /&gt;The tears I tried to hold back eventually charged my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minor bike accident caused him his life.&lt;br /&gt;He left us, to follow his mum who left us a year ago &lt;br /&gt;and a day before my sister's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;He keep saying he missed her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he finally got to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;May ALLAH bless your soul, our dearest &lt;b&gt;Malik&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers will always be with you, and your lovely Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4109540549505227185?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4109540549505227185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4109540549505227185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4109540549505227185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4109540549505227185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-last.html' title='the first &amp; the last'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/STSrqvv_RII/AAAAAAAAA2g/gHMW_wXhGls/s72-c/lunapic-122818453617430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-7531521839674845271</id><published>2008-11-28T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:48:25.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happenned to us, I don't know. I don't have the right to say anything. Or maybe, just maybe, it's you people who should be the ones saying something. I'm sick and tired of playing the role of a good friend. I suck at pretending and it won't bring me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't figure out who am I to you. Well I feel like I do now. I am a stranger in your life. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just won't appreciate, won't you. I used to love and regard you like my own. Do you feel the same? Our time has been a nodge under nowadays and sitting apart, away from me doesn't help abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so aghast and displeased yesternight. I despise the atmosphere which used to filled with laughters and love. But do you realised? I don't think you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to stay away from you. It will all come down to me not knowing you at all. AT ALL. You can take it that yesternight was my last bid goodbye to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the other you, I don't even bother about your presence in the first place. Those bootless words coming from your foulness mouth don't shake me. Perhaps, you were the trigger there. You speak abortive things that I or even the people couldn't even care less about. You suck, you suck, you suck, YOU SUCKKKKK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I truly understand the phrase; friends come and go but only true ones will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-7531521839674845271?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7531521839674845271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=7531521839674845271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/7531521839674845271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/7531521839674845271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-happenned-to-us-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-538736971571338326</id><published>2008-11-27T19:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:36:14.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nn: just hang on and im sure u gonna get a better job after this one. take care n be happy! huggies:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- thanks nea, but i've let it go. hurhur! maybe i can work with you? ehehe, just kidding. u take care too sweety! 4 months pregnant ehhh, takotkan i jer sehh. *hugggsss! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edns: for competitive prices on clothes and accessories, pls visit www.blessedbeau.blogspot.com thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- okaaayyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy: sad sad sad..found it but pvt...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- perhaps both of u are not fated. it's me, meeeee!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rrrroooooooyyyyyyyyy: relink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- daaahhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syasya: How's work? Ape jadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- hmmm....you are? syasya mane eh nie???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurulneea: i got confused myself in looking your photo n nani's. anyway, i love your blogskin! niceeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- i know! alot say we're twins. but i'm the cuter one lah of course. nyehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kin: alah..da tgl jauh sey..da tk bleh jumpe slalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- huhu. skg dah kat marsiling alek, nak jumpe hari2 pon boleh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Prince charming: Kan almost kene caught dgn boss! Silap2 kau kene rogol nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- it's all because of you! nasib tk kene pape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nana Sugarpie: hahahaz.. i oso dunnoe beach road dekat ke tak.. hahz. nanti aku tgk map *Semangat nih!* tke cre beb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- dah2, tkyah tgk map. dah lambat, aku dah quit. hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wawakiss: keje at beach rd? hmm. eh bila nak jmpa aku niii?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- dah tak keje pon. heh! aku hari2 free syg. blang je biler nak jumpe. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nurulAin: YATI!! Hehs! I loike your previous skin. Is nicer! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ye ke?? but i like this one! hehehe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really rough week. It all comes to an end when I finally got out from the job that I hate so much. All thanks to Kak Ina who understands me that much to actually be by my side. Now, I'm back to square one; JOBLESS. It's okay, I'm learning to see things with an open mind and looking on the brighter side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past days were spent with none other than my partner in crime, Roy. I'm glad he's around when I'm kind of feeling down. He cheers me up with truck loads of laughter. And this is the time where I really learnt somethings about him, which is truly heartbreaking. I feel so sorry for you but I still can't believe you managed to make it through. You're one strong kid, at that period of time. Nevertheless, I'm always here for you whenever you need me. Even if you don't need me, I will always be there. Heheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SS6GCiSBG0I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6fGMNAm_ivY/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273299591817665346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SS6GCiSBG0I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6fGMNAm_ivY/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I love you kememeh!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I had dinner with Kak Ina and Nani at City Hall. While we were chatting after our meal, a chinese man walked pass us and something dropped off from his pockets. A packet of ciggarettes! I told Nani to pick it up and gave him back but we end up picking it up for ourselves. Hehe! However, the person that had the most of it was Kak Ina. Hmpf! On our way home in the train, Nani and me started laughing when a song from my playlist was played. The reason is because, that particular song was recorded and it sounds so bad. Real bad that it can make a baby cry. HAHA. Nani text something and showed me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miskin siak."&lt;br /&gt;"Lagu takde beat nye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we burst into laughter again. I'm so cute sehhhhh Nani! Nyehehehe! Okay, so random. I don't know what to blog about lahhh. At night, had a short chat with Fir baby. He's being such a pesty these few days, always making me feel doleful. I can't stand it when people just cuts into what I'm trying to say and then, keep on talking when I'm doing the same and refuse to listen to me! I really wished he was right infront of me so that I can slap his blatant mouth. *GGGGRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me what should I be doing after this? Back to rotting and be a potato couch lah, what else can I do. Din nudged me in msn, informing that he will be meeting Roy and Elfie at Civic and wanted me to tag along. Well, I'm just waiting for a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call, call, CALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I finally realised. You deep, keeping me close so it's hard for me to let you go. You always got a place in my heart, dear. But I've been patient and understanding enough, please don't wait for it to run out. That's when the chances will end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-538736971571338326?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/538736971571338326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=538736971571338326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/538736971571338326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/538736971571338326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-really-rough-week.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SS6GCiSBG0I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6fGMNAm_ivY/s72-c/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-6597278425205521124</id><published>2008-11-24T11:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:56:36.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSojDATRRzI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2lLdTi5DUF0/s1600-h/1_969318985l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064848317990706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSojDATRRzI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2lLdTi5DUF0/s320/1_969318985l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIR BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll pray you'll have a blessful life today, tomorrow and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm still waiting for the day when you'll show that your words are true and when I can finally say that in the end, it was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSokn-w89UI/AAAAAAAAA1g/1TCLSUvaqAg/s1600-h/1_240221801l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSoleRvEvKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/D0DW8VT3zaM/s1600-h/1_240221801l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272067515877735586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSoleRvEvKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/D0DW8VT3zaM/s320/1_240221801l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 19th BIRTHDAY YANA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May you success in everything you do and be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSomH1j_RQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Mb37DZItceY/s1600-h/P8240778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272068229869552898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSomH1j_RQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Mb37DZItceY/s320/P8240778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 59th BIRTHDAY DADDY DEAREST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll always pray for your good health and you're the cutest daddy in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you very much. Muah muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSonCEDU7sI/AAAAAAAAA14/-ox3mm8DNbI/s1600-h/P8240783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272069230191505090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSonCEDU7sI/AAAAAAAAA14/-ox3mm8DNbI/s320/P8240783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AUNTIE DEAREST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May you find happiness in your life and we pray for your good health!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you Aunt Leha! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, birthday wishes for all the November babies. I love them all, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I've started on my new job and I'm really upset with it. I don't wish to explain any further, I just hate this job! I cried every night, wishing I could get away from it. Really. I've never hated something I'm doing so much in my 19 years of life. I guess I have to preservere, like Udynn adviced me. I'll be in it for only a month and I hope to get a better one after that. *SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kak Ina for listening to all my whinnings. She's been a great sister and the only one that really relates and bonded well with not only me, but with Nani as well. She showered us with alot of attention these past few months. I just admire the way she opened up to us. First she listens, then she'll ask and then comes the encouraging and supportive words. I love you sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I skipped work and decided to take an mc. See, I feel it'll be a waste of time if I haven't had any interest in work at all. No passion, no work. But no work, no money! *GGGRRRR! I need the strength to endure with this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSvZbR9mDwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r6ZpuXe3HyU/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSvZbR9mDwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r6ZpuXe3HyU/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272546851468742402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met these lovely people on Saturday night. It was all a last minute thing. I was suppose to head to Powerhouse with *someone* but he just blew everything up. As expected. I texted Ijan and head down to town where Roy, Dolly and Qina joined us shortly after. Head home at 12am, ran for the last train and met Joe at Woodlands. So that's how my weekend was spent. Abit dull, yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better make a move now before I start to blog crap or nothing at all. Haiz. Take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-6597278425205521124?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6597278425205521124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=6597278425205521124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6597278425205521124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6597278425205521124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-fir-baby-ill-pray-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SSojDATRRzI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2lLdTi5DUF0/s72-c/1_969318985l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-6371505775898873404</id><published>2008-11-16T23:12:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:24:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ranger: tk payah carik keje..menganggur sudah..kan best hari2 tido..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;- ohh lupe, kan u sponsor i duit. duit bapak kasi i u belom kasi lagi ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana Sugarpie: sad nyer post.. oh btw, great dah dapat keje!! keje maner sey!! kalo near leh lunch samer2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- yes, dah dpt keje! it's at beach rd. dekat dgn ur workplace tak, dekat tak??? hehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udynn: heLLo...................*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- hello awak! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana Sugarpie: wah dat time i go ur blog privatise ingatkan dah private nanak invite kiter!! lupe nye tukar skin la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- ehehee! ya lah darling, didnt manage to finish changing the layout, so set to private first. don't worry, if I privatise it pon, you'll definitely be invited. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSA4fjfCzBI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5yibFDRjohI/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA%21+%C2%A4005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269273678776028178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSA4fjfCzBI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5yibFDRjohI/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA%21+%C2%A4005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The job that I got requires me to start work this coming Thursday. So instead of starting on the 27th, it was brought forward to 20th November. I'm all excited and also worried. Who will be guiding me there? Are the staff there very friendly and helpful? Will I be able to stand up and meet their standard? Geesh! I'm freaking out! I'm hoping for the best on my first day of work next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I did nothing at all. Laughing and goofing around with the sisters and brother at home. Nani and myself then followed Abg Khai and Kak Lia to NUH to visit their Uncle who met with a horrifying accident. His flesh was taken out from his left thigh. Despite the pain, he still remains cool, as if nothing happenned. Very funny old man. He was thirsty and wanted cold drink. Abg Khai then said, "Sakit-sakit minom air sejuk eh!" Unexpectedly he answered back, "Ahh, nak mati, mati lah!" Hehehahahuhu! We find that so amusing! HEHE! How I wished my days are filled with laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's back track a little bit. Nani and me was at Marsiling on Tuesday night when Dad decided to fetch us back to Bedok. We don't know why he's being so nice to pick us up all the way here every now and then. Abit weird though. He used to nag and refuse to whenever we need that favour from him. We then fetched Mum and Kak Lia at Geylang after their religious class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSBNcbXCyqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/KtOCE1N95rQ/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA%21+%C2%A4015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSBNcbXCyqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/KtOCE1N95rQ/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA%21+%C2%A4015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296714799565474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSBNcfN-twI/AAAAAAAAA1I/kBnHEONX1aM/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA%21+%C2%A4009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SSBNcfN-twI/AAAAAAAAA1I/kBnHEONX1aM/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA%21+%C2%A4009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296715835291394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;FUGLY!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, Nani and me met Kak Ina for late dinner at a nearby coffeeshop. It was when we walked off from there that I realised my food wasn't paid which also means I ate for free. It's not that we did it intentionally. We did want to pay (like duh!) but somehow got too carried away with our conversations that we eventually forgot my food wasn't paid. Nani said my face is officially crossed out form that eating place. HAHA. We were walking and laughing our way home when Nani got smacked by Kak Ina with her shoe bag, jokingly. And prankish Nani thought that I should get one too. I was trying to avoid the shoe bag but it end up hitting my sexy lips! The strike was so hard that it cut my upper lips and bleed. My eyes was teary by then! The next few days I was with a puffy lips. Thank god it's fine now. Sexy lips are back! HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the weekend, we spent our nights at Marsiling, working our ass off in the house. Aunties, Uncle, &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; and cousins also dropped by. Maybe that's the last time we will be gathering on weekends? We're so far away now, who would come all the way to the end of the world? For sure our family gathering that's usually on every weekends will be a nodge under now. Boohoo! Aniways, did spring cleaning as we will be renting our home sweet home to strangers soon. Hmpff! I'm still very much upset about this okay. I'm sure gonna miss my cosy bedroom. *sobsob. Our stuffs are ready to be moved now. REALLY. I'm feeling very torned up lor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, I have another 3 more days to have fun before I start serious work. Roll in the party and let's get loose!!!! Ehehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day after day, time pass away. But I just can't get you off my mind. Nobody knows, I hide it inside. Night after night, I hear myself say; Why cant this feeling just fade away? There's no one like you, you speak to my heart. But its such a shame, we're worlds apart. But if I let you go, I would never know what my life would be. How will I know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-6371505775898873404?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6371505775898873404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=6371505775898873404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6371505775898873404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6371505775898873404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/11/job-that-i-got-requires-me-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SSA4fjfCzBI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5yibFDRjohI/s72-c/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA%21+%C2%A4005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-1581805913497330154</id><published>2008-11-12T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:12:35.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very first day of my life was when you let me go. It was a blessing in disguise, now I see that I'm beautiful. All we ever did was fight, we were so disfunctional. Now I've forgotten all the time and all the days that I was loving you. Just like a ghost from my past, saying that you want me back. But I've closed that door. I don't want to be in that pain that I felt before. If only I could be myself without your approval anymore. If you love me, leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there used to be a time that I would've taken you back again. But now that I have you out of my mind, I'm totally independent. So you can save your little lies cause I know whats happening. You're missing me but say goodbye npw, to all the days I was loving you. If you really wanna help then you should go. I promised myself that I'd let it alone at the back of the shelf cause where I put what we had, I'll never going back. NO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you love me, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- kat deluna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry baby. It's better if we just let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-1581805913497330154?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1581805913497330154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=1581805913497330154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1581805913497330154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1581805913497330154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-first-day-of-my-life-was-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-5129430212433141793</id><published>2008-11-10T15:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:09:44.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLLLLUCKKK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;nurul neea&lt;/b&gt;: hi there titi! best nyer dapat tengok gmbr! take care. huggies and lotsa kisses &lt;img src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- suke, suke, suke! i miss you neeaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;wawakiss&lt;/b&gt;: lovely pictures! &lt;img src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/3/smile.gif" alt=":)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- thank you darling. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;sally&lt;/b&gt;: my sis continued smoking uh ? coolsh*t ! and btw , imy dear cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- yes and hush about it. well, good thing we met last few days, if not, i'll be missing u more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Nana Sugarpie&lt;/b&gt;: hahaz.. takper titi, there's still lots of job opportunity.. stay positive aites bebz.. u look sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- thank you for your comfort words hunneh. i'm trying to stay positive! hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it a habit to reply to all tags whenever I post an entry okay. I've got so many of them tagging me but I failed to reply to all. Sorry lovelies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRf0c_wcpHI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6gpGFFJPv2o/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRf0c_wcpHI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6gpGFFJPv2o/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266947068221236338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of overnight at our Marsiling home, yesterday Nani and me finally return to Bedok. Daddy fetched us after &lt;i&gt;jemputan&lt;/i&gt;. Kak Lia's friend came in the evening and they went home only at 9.30pm. I was feeling so blased, I didn't know what to do the whole night. Kak Lia then decided to go supper at Simpang Bedok. We settled on western food from Spize. I had Chocolate Sundae and we ordered more when Kak Ida and Abg Romy came to join us. Unfortunately, my appetite was mucked up after Fir called. Had a little misunderstanding that turns into a volcano blow up and I hung up on him. I was angry and didn't want to make things worse, with his peppery attitude. Reached home around 12 plus, still feeling fresh and alive. Eventually, Nani and me laughed our way to sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we're back at Marsiling again. Nani had her exam paper earlier and she was late. She's like freaking out when our bus arrived 15 minutes late. LLLLUCKKK NANI, LLLUCKK!(inside joke). Hahaha. I went online and Kak Ina nudged me. She asked me to call Kak Ita's (her bff) office to try my luck on an opening vacancy for Receptionist there. I did give them a call but was told to send in my resume and wait for their call if I was shortlisted. -_-" Can my luck get any better?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, I hope good things will be coming my way cause I so need it. LLLLUCKKKK BABY, LLLLUCKKKK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-5129430212433141793?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5129430212433141793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=5129430212433141793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5129430212433141793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5129430212433141793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-week-of-overnight-at-our.html' title='LLLLLUCKKK!'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SRf0c_wcpHI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6gpGFFJPv2o/s72-c/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-8111898539784764666</id><published>2008-11-06T21:29:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:04:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The interview for receptionist cum admin assistant on Tuesday was disastrous. First, I was 45 minutes late. Then, I wasn't prepared to answer some of the questions shooted and I kept staring into space cause I was feeling sleepy. The manager there talks damn alot and, NON-STOP! Wind it all up, I screwed it. Sounds so me right? *GRRR! I even told Eza to shoot me in the head with a gun but she offered to dump me in a river instead so that I could still swim and stay alive. So I went back home (Marsiling) and continued my beauty sleep. I was awake only when Nani nudged me saying that Mum called and they're on the way to fetch us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRM1c0_VxnI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1SOGt1zc0Go/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRM1c0_VxnI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1SOGt1zc0Go/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265611158703162994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;sloppy me.....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRM1pT7qKaI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/3p-wzkvg_Aw/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRM1pT7qKaI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/3p-wzkvg_Aw/s320/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265611373167651234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;**********&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMWQDrlF3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sQh073pOGDs/s1600-h/CUsersZarinaPicturesYati6.11.08Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265576854448052082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMWQDrlF3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sQh073pOGDs/s400/CUsersZarinaPicturesYati6.11.08Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated 18th Birthday to Ain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mini celebration yesterday. Eventhough our gathering was not complete with all of our mates, it's still an amusing one. We went to Snow City in the afternoon. We had extra fun as we got free entry, all thanks to Shukry, Ain's secondary school friend who works there. It was Ain's and my first time there, so we were hyperly excited. We were in there for like 1hr30min and it was freezing cold! We played from 6.4 deg to 5.2 deg. I swear I can turn into ice. Wintry!!! The aftermath; red nose, red ears, rosy cheeks and wet hair. Hah! Photographers snapped lots of our photos but sadly we only bought 5 pieces, of the best ones obviously. We left at 6.30pm and warmed ourselves with hot drinks at Mcdonalds. Next, we cabbed to The Chevron for bowling. Yes, another thing that I've never done before. &lt;i&gt;Kental seh aku!&lt;/i&gt; I must say my first time trying was hell entertaining and not bad too. Ehee! I managed to strike once, but for Marnie. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMF1SYkL4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/y9KiR13Rwus/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265558802352320386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMF1SYkL4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/y9KiR13Rwus/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMjnqQ7S6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/RCRuJNdANoo/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMjnqQ7S6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/RCRuJNdANoo/s200/005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265591553593396130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMEk-umO0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/4sjIGUsIVIg/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265557422686485314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMEk-umO0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/4sjIGUsIVIg/s200/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXE1l7UBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/paYLZCN3dvc/s1600-h/Image006000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265577761199312914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXE1l7UBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/paYLZCN3dvc/s200/Image006000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXE8qOARI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Mbfpqc5tGvk/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265577763096363282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXE8qOARI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Mbfpqc5tGvk/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXieSG2uI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vUkHRdz_YuI/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265578270338243298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXieSG2uI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vUkHRdz_YuI/s200/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXiBiI9RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ulE4n_83P6k/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265578262620861714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMXiBiI9RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ulE4n_83P6k/s200/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMX2VcmwwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/VpFNXqSEIH4/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265578611563741954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMX2VcmwwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/VpFNXqSEIH4/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMX2ZYmrWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/j7KhsDIuH3E/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265578612620701026" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMX2ZYmrWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/j7KhsDIuH3E/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go karaoke later on but decided to drop the idea cause it'll be abit pesky to go home in the wee hours. Headed for supper at Alkafe Gombak and damn, we felt so droopy. Great gratitude to the three of us for making Ain's birthday celebration a successful and an enjoyable one. And huge greatfulness to the birthday girl herself for the treats. Hugs and kisses to our dearest Ain! More of such activities again please. This time with the full squad, it'll be more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMYZkx5cEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/jl2gAufHN8k/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265579216974999618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMYZkx5cEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/jl2gAufHN8k/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMYZuodGDI/AAAAAAAAAzI/7JbA3i0gVrA/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265579219619747890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMYZuodGDI/AAAAAAAAAzI/7JbA3i0gVrA/s200/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMY71roD5I/AAAAAAAAAzg/CDHrqh4k3bU/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265579805627649938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMY71roD5I/AAAAAAAAAzg/CDHrqh4k3bU/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMY7eOW6pI/AAAAAAAAAzY/T_wUKA99HM8/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265579799330876050" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMY7eOW6pI/AAAAAAAAAzY/T_wUKA99HM8/s200/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMZWQz50-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/778Iq5oomxA/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265580259586724834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMZWQz50-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/778Iq5oomxA/s200/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMZWcApAhI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OA5bMEsHOO0/s1600-h/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265580262592938514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SRMZWcApAhI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OA5bMEsHOO0/s200/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, more photos in my gallery. :) Today, met up with the girls again. We shared some stuffs to each other and really, this is the day where I really know more about these two ladies. Well, no matter what, remember that we will always have one another to turn to okay girls. Let's keep this friendship going despite the things that happened. And I shall not pen down what happenned after that. Aniways, apology to my sugar spicy Eza for not able to meet you. Really sorry darling. I feel remoursed for not texting you earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, Fir's finally back! Yippee! I was at the NTUC with the girls when I received his text. &lt;i&gt;Happy youuu!&lt;/i&gt; Got to talk on the phone with him before he went to bed and yeahhhh, he has alot to share. I'm so glad he's all fine and our conversation was filled with laughter tonight. Awesome. &lt;i&gt;Kesian, member kene confinement 24hr for not taking care of his rifle(sp?).&lt;/i&gt; Don't worry dear, your homesick-ness will be over tomorrow. All right, I shall make my move now. Another big day tomorrow, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-8111898539784764666?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8111898539784764666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=8111898539784764666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8111898539784764666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8111898539784764666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-belated-18th-birthday-to-ain-we.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SRM1c0_VxnI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1SOGt1zc0Go/s72-c/W%C3%A9%C3%A8%C3%AA!+%C2%A4022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-5438265449654825981</id><published>2008-10-30T18:09:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:57:11.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My time was not well spent eversince I've moved to Bedok. It felt like a prison there. I have nowhere to go, nothing to do. Mostly, I would be wasting my nightlife at the Mcdonalds nearby, just hanging around with wonderful people. Friends are so far away from me and it's abit pesky everytime we were to meet. I have to wait for the day where I will visit my abandoned home at Woodlands which we finally met. How pathetic can my life get. *Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I met my kememeh Roy and Elfie at Civic Centre. We hung out after like donkey years and I must say I missed the times we used to be. Okay, the past is all in the past. We have a little plan in mind for this weekend. An exciting one indeed. It's something we used to do everytime, of course last time. However, not putting much hope on it. I don't want to get crossed and upset time and time again. So yah, we'll see what's the outcome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets go a little way back to the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blasting weekend after a long, long time. 26 October 2008, Sunday, was the day that I forget about everything for a moment. I was taken away from my botheration, all thanks to the people that made me smile throughout the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQn2KykTWhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/7MzmCWJGMFw/s1600-h/Ryan+Azhar+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQn2KykTWhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/7MzmCWJGMFw/s320/Ryan+Azhar+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263008304792295954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy 20th Birthday to my B Azhar!&lt;br /&gt;May you live a wonderful life today, tomorrow &amp; forever.&lt;br /&gt;I love you! Too bad you didn't make it to my open house lor, you missed all your favourite food!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family held an open house last weekend. Well, new house and everything right. :D Eventhough mostly who came was Abg Khai's side and his friends, it was still fun. The atmosphere was super &lt;i&gt;kecoh&lt;/i&gt; and I love every second of it! The preparation was tiring and my sisters together with cousins and I tried many times to get away from it. We even went to Macdonalds at 1am for supper so that we can sneak away from helping awhile. Ehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at 10am with &lt;i&gt;doa selamat; kenduri&lt;/i&gt;. After that, guests keep coming one after another, non-stop! The buffet was superb and everyone keep going back for more. &lt;i&gt;Makan ber-round-round lah katekan&lt;/i&gt;. There were quite a spread of food served. There were Laksa Penang, Nasi Jagung, Ayam Masak Merah, Udang Sambal, Tulang!, Mee Soup, Beef Steak, Kuih-Muih, Cocktail, Rojak Petis, Bubur Kacang and Lontong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I gained few kilos on this particular day. Heheh! Now I'm back to my diet! Pffft. Please don't mind my bloaty-bloaty breadbasket in some of the pictures okay. It all went down by night time. Ekeke! I kept running into my room for cool air every minute and soon, my room was filled with kids. It really felt like a kindergarten in there. I love them (okay, only the cute ones). They were so adorable that I kept playing with them and I fell in love with one. I'll put up his photo on later part okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I invited very few of my close friends but sadly only 3 of them turned up. Thanks for coming all the way down from Boon Lay. &lt;i&gt;Aku sayang korang!&lt;/i&gt; I didn't get to talk much to them either as I was abit assiduos in the kitchen, so I was like all over the place. But still, my guests was not left disdained. :) To those who didn't text me that you're not coming, I &lt;i&gt;merajuk&lt;/i&gt; okay. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I'm rolling the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnimDdC8SI/AAAAAAAAAsY/yXrKBe2yfBY/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnimDdC8SI/AAAAAAAAAsY/yXrKBe2yfBY/s200/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262986782949175586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnEvb5ZulI/AAAAAAAAAr4/BB_fLDBQ4Ws/s1600-h/SDC11257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnEvb5ZulI/AAAAAAAAAr4/BB_fLDBQ4Ws/s200/SDC11257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262953958780549714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnEwY8KCJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/R65OPkMOGT0/s1600-h/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnEwY8KCJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/R65OPkMOGT0/s200/DSC02990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262953975166666898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnEvvYLOEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nzmysslBScU/s1600-h/DSC02989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnEvvYLOEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nzmysslBScU/s200/DSC02989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262953964009896002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnviWVEheI/AAAAAAAAAtg/TbOjINNF0hg/s1600-h/SDC11239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnviWVEheI/AAAAAAAAAtg/TbOjINNF0hg/s200/SDC11239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263001012947682786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnvhvbdAFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/8Xdt8VcYr_w/s1600-h/SDC11240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnvhvbdAFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/8Xdt8VcYr_w/s200/SDC11240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263001002505470034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crush for the day.&lt;br /&gt;He's super adorable right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnuQiWCBgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ALvgCFt-ilU/s1600-h/SDC11223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnuQiWCBgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ALvgCFt-ilU/s200/SDC11223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262999607423665666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnuP6Msd-I/AAAAAAAAAtI/RJSMzm8SNfA/s1600-h/SDC11241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnuP6Msd-I/AAAAAAAAAtI/RJSMzm8SNfA/s200/SDC11241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262999596647086050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite two!&lt;br /&gt;**** and ticklish Hana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwG-sqp8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/4_iq-vqj13k/s1600-h/SDC11246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwG-sqp8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/4_iq-vqj13k/s200/SDC11246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263001642259359682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwFzWM-PI/AAAAAAAAAto/KAc0wYSx7Bk/s1600-h/SDC11244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwFzWM-PI/AAAAAAAAAto/KAc0wYSx7Bk/s200/SDC11244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263001622032480498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more kids and they're driving me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwtG0XreI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Wi4n3LezwLo/s1600-h/SDC11247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwtG0XreI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Wi4n3LezwLo/s200/SDC11247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002297274183138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwsziDriI/AAAAAAAAAt4/U2zwUDv8btg/s1600-h/SDC11250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnwsziDriI/AAAAAAAAAt4/U2zwUDv8btg/s200/SDC11250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002292097101346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a baby with a good-looking daddy. Eheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnxzY4rsPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/unQ7A5KIiJg/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnxzY4rsPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/unQ7A5KIiJg/s200/DSC02996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263003504714952946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnxzHRqjqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0PQEXUM2Fcw/s1600-h/DSC02995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnxzHRqjqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0PQEXUM2Fcw/s200/DSC02995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263003499987898018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sayangs in white!&lt;br /&gt;and oh gosh! I look super short seh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnyWu0ekpI/AAAAAAAAAug/PfP6C5iSIr0/s1600-h/DSC02998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnyWu0ekpI/AAAAAAAAAug/PfP6C5iSIr0/s200/DSC02998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263004111898317458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnyWD9z8FI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JCTyVA9DQQc/s1600-h/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnyWD9z8FI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JCTyVA9DQQc/s200/DSC02997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263004100394741842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left: my darling &lt;i&gt;kememeh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right: the ANIMAL! nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnzdHGnLuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2FhAjK36CFk/s1600-h/SDC11226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQnzdHGnLuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2FhAjK36CFk/s200/SDC11226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263005321007673058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little miss vain&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flat by 11pm and again, I managed to get away from cleaning! Nyahahahaha! I woke up the next morning and the house was spick and span. Heeee! I have more over at my photo gallery. And more coming up after Sister Ina transferred the rest to the lappie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten a proper meal today and now I'm shivering. I don't know what illness I have that if I don't eat properly, I'll get dizzy and my kness will go jelly-yow. Hehehe! Now I'm waiting for Mr McDelivery for my Double Cheeseburger meal. Yummeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-5438265449654825981?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5438265449654825981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=5438265449654825981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5438265449654825981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5438265449654825981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-lovelies-26-october-2008-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SQn2KykTWhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/7MzmCWJGMFw/s72-c/Ryan+Azhar+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-1090506870336818782</id><published>2008-10-25T03:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:01:09.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQIf0qudpCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WFbKE5e9PUk/s1600-h/editted(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260802304404988962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SQIf0qudpCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WFbKE5e9PUk/s320/editted(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met my sugar, spice and everything nice girlfriend, Eza. I feel like she's the one and only friend that I can depend on now, through happy or sad times. I just don't know where the rest of my closed ones have gone to whenever I need them. I must say this tiny lady here is the only one that knows what I have gone through these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we decided to go Geylang yesterday. Haha. Miss Expecting is craving for some malay tradisional food; &lt;i&gt;kuih muih&lt;/i&gt;. I lost count of how many rounds we made at the market in search of &lt;i&gt;pulut serunding&lt;/i&gt;. Too bad every stall has sold out every piece of it! The &lt;i&gt;makciks&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;pakciks&lt;/i&gt; started to laugh at us for walking rounds again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were cooling ourselves down over cold drinks when suddenly an uncle came to us for money. The funny part was, he even said this to Eza when we ignored him; "Cantik ah kak. Bulu mata lawa lah, fake eh, ke betol? Eh, fake eh?" And he won't make a move until Eza said yes! Hahaha! Trying so hard to get a dollar eh? &lt;i&gt;Pakcik, pakcik&lt;/i&gt;. I have no idea they even keep up with our trend; fake eyelashes. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then bused down to Tampines Mall after our heavy lunch in search of my sandal, but to no avail. Eza, I really liked the one at Tanjong Katong Complex okay! All thanks to my elephant feet that I can't fit into it. Hmpf! We were walking towards the mrt station when a malay kid popped out from nowhere saying, "Fuh kak, kakak putih melepak ah. Boleh tolong derma tak kak, dari pagi ni" to me. I was like...wtf. I gave him one look and walk away. Not being selfish or what, but his way of asking for donation really irritates me. No sincerity at all. I hate this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, thanks to Eza for making my day and being there when I need someone. I love you, mok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan with someone got into a mess and I'm just too lazy to dwell over it anymore. It's not the first and I bet it's not gonna be the last time it will happen. I just don't feel appreciated. Well, whatever. Nobody even cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated, Belated 18th Birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AZRI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-1090506870336818782?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1090506870336818782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=1090506870336818782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1090506870336818782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1090506870336818782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-i-met-my-sugar-spice-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SQIf0qudpCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WFbKE5e9PUk/s72-c/editted(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-8377126500744096976</id><published>2008-10-20T13:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:24:56.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/11748244396600-1.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the structure of your heart. Why do you tear my broken soul apart? Is this a dream or my reality? Love comes without after warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away, you tell me nothing else but lies. I try to run away, cause I just want to live my life. I want to run away, as long as I see you by my side. I try to run away, but I can't find a place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not your fucking second choice. No, I am not turning down my voice until you understand there's nothing to comment, until you realise that we could touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it's out of control? Can you feel there's nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;Enough of whimpering, now I'm standing on my own feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell I've never felt so alive before. I'm still struggling through everything and I realised that I can't run away from reality. I have to be brave and strong enough to face all this. Afterall, that's how life is isn't it? It would be meaningless without the challenging obstacles. That is where we learn what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPw83ki5ldI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xcX1CAZmb0E/s1600-h/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPw83ki5ldI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xcX1CAZmb0E/s320/DSC02961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259145390262425042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPw84PXK6eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/j285CzATdxk/s1600-h/DSC02962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPw84PXK6eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/j285CzATdxk/s320/DSC02962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259145401755953634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I went to Roy's open house. Ijan and Marnie picked me up at my voideck and we made our way there. I was very glad they wanted to fetched me cause the moment I sat in the car, it started to rain heavily. We were the third guest to arrive and the food there was appetizing! Then there were cute kids running everywhere when more guests arrived. I love those kids, all of them looked so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPw-m0R0byI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9CL9Km6wzNM/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPw-m0R0byI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9CL9Km6wzNM/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259147301451231010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop, Lina's crib for open house too. I met Ekin at Woodlands Interchange and we bused there. I was too full to eat but I don't want to upset the host there, so I ate half bowl of Laksa which still I was unable to finish. So Ekin the hungry ghost helped me finish my food up. Hehe! We stayed abit longer to catch up on things and I head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to get ready to visit my Mama in hospital. I really hope she's all fine after the operation. You have our prayers dearest auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, blog again soon. &lt;br /&gt;Tchau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-8377126500744096976?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8377126500744096976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=8377126500744096976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8377126500744096976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8377126500744096976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-know-structure-of-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SPw83ki5ldI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xcX1CAZmb0E/s72-c/DSC02961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4555244749681165853</id><published>2008-10-11T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:13:55.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPALeoM_dhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ub0Svwh9neY/s1600-h/2529264785_8d34b679e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SPALeoM_dhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ub0Svwh9neY/s320/2529264785_8d34b679e5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255713385957258770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every single thing that you do feels like a spear piercing through my heart, tortous. You don't seem to be aware of my feelings. I can't go on like this. I'm not strong enough to face it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to live my life without you. Please, please I hope you understand. Quit begging me to stay, cause I know I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we both know, it's better if we just let it go. &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/sad/310.gif"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4555244749681165853?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4555244749681165853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4555244749681165853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4555244749681165853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4555244749681165853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/10/every-single-thing-that-you-do-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SPALeoM_dhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ub0Svwh9neY/s72-c/2529264785_8d34b679e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-3593233121092507533</id><published>2008-10-07T11:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:59:32.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SOrz4VjBDxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6UlxU_Mt35E/s1600-h/snapshot20080713095232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SOrz4VjBDxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6UlxU_Mt35E/s320/snapshot20080713095232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254280064463343378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I texted her a bdae wish and she replied with a sad emoticon.&lt;br /&gt;"I turn 30 and my sisters all not at home!"&lt;br /&gt;And I replied, "30 inside but 13 outside! Hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;Just to make her feel abit better. *Chuckles&lt;br /&gt;We'll see you tonight okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SOrz4lyi9SI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DxLHOLxkln4/s1600-h/nanee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SOrz4lyi9SI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DxLHOLxkln4/s320/nanee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254280068823446818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 30th &amp; 17th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest, beloved sisters!&lt;br /&gt;May you live happily today, tomorrow and forever.&lt;br /&gt;I love you twinnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SOrZZL7Y0lI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kcaj_KKzLD4/s1600-h/SDC10585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SOrZZL7Y0lI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kcaj_KKzLD4/s320/SDC10585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254250942002942546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why, I really don't feel the vibe. It's Hari Raya and I feel like it's another day where my family will gather and meet my relatives. I don't join in photo sessions and I was feeling so lethargic. Maybe I'm just affected by the changes around me. Must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the days visiting my relatives was quite fun. Now I'm looking forward for our Raya outing with the Bishanians. Oh, I miss them like crazy, only God knows. This time, let's hope everyone made it eh Roy, especially our Jannah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm meeting Roy today, and I'm gonna pay a visit to my last workplace to meet my darlings. I miss them very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri,&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-3593233121092507533?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3593233121092507533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=3593233121092507533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3593233121092507533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3593233121092507533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-sure-why-i-really-dont-feel-vibe.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SOrz4VjBDxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6UlxU_Mt35E/s72-c/snapshot20080713095232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-3465133021841422495</id><published>2008-09-26T14:16:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:27:32.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyNIXoBWKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/a3VbHDFgWaI/s1600-h/My+kememeh!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyNIXoBWKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/a3VbHDFgWaI/s320/My+kememeh!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250226440527501474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, 22 September, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the salon to redo my stubborn curl on my fringe. It looks much better now. Went over to Roy's crib and we watched Camp Rock. We then head to Causeway Point banquet for our dinner. It was a funny moment when we were there. Roy met up with his "girls" and I head home with Nani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 24 September, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to go before I'm officially out from Animal. And the bond between us gets stronger and stronger. I was so shocked to see a notice outside our store. It states that they really need a part-timer. How can they replace me that fast? Heheh, &lt;i&gt;step sedih&lt;/i&gt;. Babies, looking for a part-time job? Vacancies open at Animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played and had fun during work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyEx6Gon0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/fSn4oIfetcA/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyEx6Gon0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/fSn4oIfetcA/s200/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250217258552696642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyEx8oD7-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/-AUyjQZWXF4/s1600-h/DSC02085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyEx8oD7-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/-AUyjQZWXF4/s200/DSC02085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250217259229769698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyCcYdtE4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/SqXdyGCOwDg/s1600-h/DSC02081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyCcYdtE4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/SqXdyGCOwDg/s200/DSC02081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250214689722143618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyCcZYSniI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6lEh1AEpMT0/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyCcZYSniI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6lEh1AEpMT0/s200/DSC02082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250214689967873570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before I end my work for the day, I got a surprise by these two lovelies. I was serving a customer when Regina suddenly said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina: Eh Titi, your phone ring inside store. Got someone call you. Faster go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abit blur. I opened the door and the lights was switched off. I was wondering why they turned off the lights. When I push the door fully open, there lies an adorable cake with a candle on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyJMpSPNeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/M_msM77IBqU/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyJMpSPNeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/M_msM77IBqU/s320/DSC02088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250222115940939234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart dropped and I almost cried. They're a sweet bunch are'nt they? I turned around to see them smiling, jumping and shouting "Farewell, farewell" happily. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy happy girl! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyLnqCph5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/070wmxfFU18/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyLnqCph5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/070wmxfFU18/s200/DSC02087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250224779023714194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyLnt7SrYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/w7rw5-rBgPw/s1600-h/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyLnt7SrYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/w7rw5-rBgPw/s200/DSC02092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250224780066598274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyMMvG-SII/AAAAAAAAAfg/RBW6MNgzwPY/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyMMvG-SII/AAAAAAAAAfg/RBW6MNgzwPY/s200/DSC02089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250225416039188610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyMMmcxoVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JXdCFcjlNKs/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyMMmcxoVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JXdCFcjlNKs/s200/DSC02090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250225413714714962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so so much sweetie pies. I love you darlings!&lt;br /&gt;Now I seriously can't bear to leave ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;A big kiss for both of you; Mmmmwwwaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, 25 September, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last time I worked with Yvonne. See you soon again darling! I'm gonna miss our crazy conversations that will crack our ass! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w274/titijepun/ptrprfct017.jpg"width="350"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, me and Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos, hop over to my photo gallery!&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon! Take care babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-3465133021841422495?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3465133021841422495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=3465133021841422495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3465133021841422495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3465133021841422495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/09/kememeh-aku-rindu-kau.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SNyNIXoBWKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/a3VbHDFgWaI/s72-c/My+kememeh!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-7436156804499246952</id><published>2008-09-23T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:34:10.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6GC25V9rjM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6GC25V9rjM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with this song, all thanks to Camp Rock!&lt;br /&gt;Next up, High School Musical 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-7436156804499246952?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7436156804499246952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=7436156804499246952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/7436156804499246952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/7436156804499246952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-in-love-with-this-song-all-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-3649612470398102347</id><published>2008-09-21T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:34:22.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNXKdd7qhtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E7hALCM1YGI/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SNXKdd7qhtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E7hALCM1YGI/s320/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248323548370077394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've changed my hair to the old style. TitiJepun is back yaw! Hahaha. I'm not really satisfied with my hair now though, maybe because it's much shorter and thinner and I'm not used to straight hair anymore. I want my long perms! :( Aniway, thanks to Kememeh for recommending the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm left with only two weeks in Animal. I've decided to move on to a better place which I believe is the best for not only me, but my future as well. I'm so upset that I'll be leaving my gorgeous babes behind. Not only they change me to a better person, but I learnt alot during my almost half year there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast eh, I didn't notice I've been there for almost half year. I'm so gonna miss these people truck loads! I love love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaniways, how's the preparations for Raya going for you babies? Must be exciting right. Well, not much for me, I only bought one of my baju and still searching for another one. I don't feel the excitement anymore, I'm not really sure why. Maybe because I'm not celebrating at my own home, but at my sister's place instead. So I feel abit down thinking that my own house at Marsiling will be quiet and no makeover. &lt;br /&gt;*Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you babies have fun spring cleaning your home and of course, baking cookies! Heheh! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-3649612470398102347?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3649612470398102347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=3649612470398102347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3649612470398102347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3649612470398102347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so-ive-changed-my-hair-to-old.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SNXKdd7qhtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E7hALCM1YGI/s72-c/DSC02701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4925593253696135876</id><published>2008-09-12T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:33:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SMoIOECTYoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GBqSHPKgBMA/s1600-h/pÃ®Ã§tÃºrÃ¨+pÃ«rfÃªct!000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245013753720955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SMoIOECTYoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GBqSHPKgBMA/s320/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'M BACK! I'M BACCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of apologies for leaving my blog so dead and dusty. I really really missed blogging and so glad to finally have the time to update. Weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have alot of things to update about and I don't know where to start. So I've decided to just post up the pictures that I have in my photo gallery over at Multiply. You can hop over if you wanna know what has been going on (not much though) in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm disappointed to say that my family have moved to Bedok, staying under one roof with my lovely Kak Lia and brother-in-law. It was heartbreaking when they made that decision, without sparing a thought for my younger siblings and most importantly, ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so upset leaving my hometown where I've been living in since childhood. The friends I made, the memories here. It definitely won't be the same over at Bedok. I must say I'm not used to the environment there yet. To make it worse, it's an incovenient environment. Since that my sister's flat is the very, very last block, it's not helping that we're far away from the roadside. With the hot weather, I will be sweating like a pig by the time I reached the bustop. And if I end work late, the neighbourhood will be so deserted and spooky. See, it's so much different there. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will still be popping by my home at Marsiling here once in a while. And ever since I've moved to Bedok, it's been so hard to meet up with my friends. :( I really hope my parents will change their mind (fat hope!) and come back living here again! &lt;br /&gt;*sob sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll start uploading the pictures and I'll blog again soon, maybe. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm so so so late to say this but I would like to wish all my muslim friends out there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT MENJALANI IBADAH PUASA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4925593253696135876?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4925593253696135876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4925593253696135876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4925593253696135876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4925593253696135876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-im-baccckkkkkkkk-thousands-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SMoIOECTYoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GBqSHPKgBMA/s72-c/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-8467405236250588059</id><published>2008-08-23T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:27:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm off to KL with my big family in a few hours time. I've not yet packed my stuffs and I'm feeling so sleepy now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I would like to take this oppurtunity to wish myself a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in advance. Heheee!&lt;p&gt;I'll update once I'm back home safely. &lt;br /&gt;Take care lovelies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-8467405236250588059?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8467405236250588059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=8467405236250588059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8467405236250588059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8467405236250588059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-off-to-kl-with-my-big-family-in-few.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-1262635694279171272</id><published>2008-08-18T23:17:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:22:15.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sometimes I totally forgot that I actually owned a blog. That's how long I haven't been updating my blog eh? Okayla, not really that long. I'm just too busy with work. Actually managed to change to a new blogskin but was rushing to meet Roy last minute and I have to skip the idea of blogging yesternight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went through hell recently and yes indeed, I slipped into a few-days-depression. You know, when you'll just burst into tears out of a sudden, thinking almost about everything. When you wouldn't want to meet anyone and only wanna be alone. However, I managed to snap myself back to reality and try to be strong to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went out, met my friends and shared everything with them. I guess all I really need was a listening ear. Thank you my darlings for being there for me. I love you Roy, Ijan, Regina and Izzah. I wouldn't know what to do without you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aniways, I went to Sister Marlia's crib and I'm so loving it there. Only thing is that her furnitures are not in yet. But still, I don't friggin understand why everyone is so obsessed with that place. I do have the pictures but I have to resize it all, so I'll just give it a miss to post it up today. On my next entry perhaps? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmelspd2kI/AAAAAAAAAZw/NeeCXU0ysRM/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmelspd2kI/AAAAAAAAAZw/NeeCXU0ysRM/s200/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235890412272343618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmel7eHOWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/T6AKQ9Zq2-A/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmel7eHOWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/T6AKQ9Zq2-A/s200/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235890416251255138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmdxAfjmEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pbaY9tEahhY/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmdxAfjmEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pbaY9tEahhY/s200/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235889507066419266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Abang lobang&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmdxuGxLXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FfmuDl36Txs/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmdxuGxLXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FfmuDl36Txs/s200/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235889519310482802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and the pompan giler. Heheheheheheheh!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now let's see what I'll be doing this week;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;19 - 22 August 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working my ass off, and heading down to Ijan's chalet after work on Friday with Mr Roy. Watch out for me Ijan, I'm coming for you! Heheee! Remember, &lt;i&gt;claim duit taxi eh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;23 - 25 August 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be celebrating my birthday in KL baby. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 6 more days to my 19th birthday! And I just realised that I'm getting older. Pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-1262635694279171272?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1262635694279171272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=1262635694279171272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1262635694279171272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1262635694279171272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-almost-forgot-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SKmelspd2kI/AAAAAAAAAZw/NeeCXU0ysRM/s72-c/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4575644086130586753</id><published>2008-08-10T21:46:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:27:24.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been spending most of my times with &lt;u&gt;them&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They were my air for the past week. Thanks girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJ7yykhT5bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9Y7xB9ubE3w/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJ7yykhT5bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9Y7xB9ubE3w/s320/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886767661868466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJ7yyzP1KDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xaXpUX5AdB0/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJ7yyzP1KDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xaXpUX5AdB0/s320/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886771615082546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJ7yzOgccZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GGZo10uaOUU/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJ7yzOgccZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GGZo10uaOUU/s320/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886778932523410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crucial for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking deeper into this affliction and I'm gonna drown anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to despise my work, I'm missing someone badly and I think I'm going into a state of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I gotta get my body moving and shake this stress away. &lt;br /&gt;You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;14 more days to my special day&lt;br /&gt;and you're not here with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4575644086130586753?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4575644086130586753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4575644086130586753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4575644086130586753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4575644086130586753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-crucial-for-me-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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/_NWDi0g58wss/SJ7yykhT5bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9Y7xB9ubE3w/s72-c/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4494492011183523876</id><published>2008-08-03T16:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:08:09.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjNvZG4vI/AAAAAAAAAW4/svYitZXvplg/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjNvZG4vI/AAAAAAAAAW4/svYitZXvplg/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230336367460279026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY &lt;b&gt;EZA&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blessful day today, tomorrow and forever.&lt;br /&gt;We love you kecik! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjN-WKbCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8eHDkoXFRHE/s1600-h/IMG_7867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjN-WKbCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8eHDkoXFRHE/s320/IMG_7867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230336371474459682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjN3aowVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wDUDY1Jl-DI/s1600-h/IMG_7868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjN3aowVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wDUDY1Jl-DI/s320/IMG_7868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230336369614176594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXktfYnMSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tWlRg4x8_AE/s1600-h/IMG_7877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXktfYnMSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tWlRg4x8_AE/s320/IMG_7877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230338012430676258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;minyak-minyak face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXktja5dMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AJV7owYIVCw/s1600-h/IMG_7879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXktja5dMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AJV7owYIVCw/s320/IMG_7879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230338013514003650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXkts5x4sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lfOkoPY3o1Q/s1600-h/IMG_7863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXkts5x4sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lfOkoPY3o1Q/s320/IMG_7863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230338016059450050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjOBaw2dI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KDIuKD8rIWo/s1600-h/IMG_7874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjOBaw2dI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KDIuKD8rIWo/s320/IMG_7874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230336372299061714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjOPTdOJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eSelKCzlGJI/s1600-h/IMG_7876(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjOPTdOJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eSelKCzlGJI/s320/IMG_7876(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230336376026511506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, remember that we will always be there for you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and listen to what your heart says.&lt;br /&gt;That's the best for you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4494492011183523876?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4494492011183523876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4494492011183523876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4494492011183523876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4494492011183523876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-19th-birthday-eza-may-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SJXjNvZG4vI/AAAAAAAAAW4/svYitZXvplg/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-6044037445968936269</id><published>2008-07-29T10:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:29:07.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19 more days to my pay day.&lt;br /&gt;that's like friggin loooooooooooooooooong.&lt;br /&gt;and what's with the idea of holding it back for 2 whole weeks???? &lt;br /&gt;just give it to me baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57OWnsgpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LOD_rGX1spI/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57OWnsgpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LOD_rGX1spI/s320/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228251703944184466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57OqG7v9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/3jXn5pRaLbs/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57OqG7v9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/3jXn5pRaLbs/s320/DSC01831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228251709175480274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57O0e3dNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xd-uLWMp6_o/s1600-h/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57O0e3dNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xd-uLWMp6_o/s320/DSC01825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228251711960216786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my &lt;i&gt;kaki gereks&lt;/i&gt; at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57PerM0QI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ycUhVq5mtFU/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57PerM0QI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ycUhVq5mtFU/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228251723286237442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI58JhX-zlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EwnWVUHcu2U/s1600-h/DSC02006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI58JhX-zlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EwnWVUHcu2U/s320/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228252720443346514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Roy at Clarke Quay after work yesternight. We catch up on things a lil bit and walked to City Hall. While walking, someone who was breathing really hard came to me and had something in his hand; my sweater (i was lazy to put it IN my bag, so i just hanged it ON my bag)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have dropped 2.4km away from me, that's why he's out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And maybe, just maybe, we could make it happen afterall. It's only a matter of time baby. Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-6044037445968936269?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6044037445968936269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=6044037445968936269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6044037445968936269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6044037445968936269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/07/19-more-days-to-my-pay-day.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SI57OWnsgpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LOD_rGX1spI/s72-c/DSC01824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-5562749285424982860</id><published>2008-07-25T11:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:11:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIleR3Iou3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/CrJ37KxeTeY/s1600-h/Image00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIleR3Iou3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/CrJ37KxeTeY/s320/Image00712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226812503491132274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm feeling so so dispirited with an abrupt wisdom tooth growing. It aches like hell that it affects my throat which includes slowing down my munching and swallowing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgZrBv31I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cx1mAoHBo-s/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgZrBv31I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cx1mAoHBo-s/s320/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226814836703223634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgaAovDYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/c135MdjcsRg/s1600-h/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgaAovDYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/c135MdjcsRg/s320/p%C3%AE%C3%A7t%C3%BAr%C3%A8+p%C3%ABrf%C3%AAct!003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226814842503892354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world adorable babies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgabEG5WI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TlSh4GIqX78/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgabEG5WI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TlSh4GIqX78/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226814849598023010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ika's second child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgacOOsgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4O0KZIkNBMk/s1600-h/private_1_4c29cc5182d6c980757d3cd1502add47eff3e5adb1196afe54c835bcd01f6f4am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlgacOOsgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4O0KZIkNBMk/s320/private_1_4c29cc5182d6c980757d3cd1502add47eff3e5adb1196afe54c835bcd01f6f4am.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226814849908912642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone's baby boy. *WINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlhLFjc5BI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-LVE8nSkpLQ/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIlhLFjc5BI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-LVE8nSkpLQ/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226815685637497874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the &lt;i&gt;budak hensem&lt;/i&gt;; Aniq. See how fast he grows. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-5562749285424982860?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5562749285424982860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=5562749285424982860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5562749285424982860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5562749285424982860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-off-day-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIleR3Iou3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/CrJ37KxeTeY/s72-c/Image00712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4734005358282412281</id><published>2008-07-19T15:15:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:53:52.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure ya'll noticed that I broke my promise to update an entry weeks ago. I was too busy, that's the reason why I abandoned my blog all this while. And seriously, it took me 10 to 15 minutes thinking on how should I start blogging and what I've done in the past weeks. It feels like I've not been blogging for donkey years and I've lost the incredible aura! How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, obviously I can't remember every single shit that happens the past weeks. I'll just post a rough review on what I did okay. That is if, my memory's not failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23 June - 7 July 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was posted to Expo for the Great Singapore John Little Sales. It was damn, damn exhausting and felt like the worst days of my life. I came across the most irritating, fucked up customers in the whole wide world. I really feel like kicking their ass and chopping off their hands. Some were being very inconsiderate. They ignored our offer to help them search for their size and they mess up all the tops/bottoms that we folded countless times. Luckily the new part-timers was a bunch of sweet pies who always made my hell day an enjoyable one at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made new friends there. I must say all the staffs there are friendly and crazy ones. We felt so placid with each other eventhough we just met. It was a great oppurtunity for me to meet more people and also improve on my up-selling skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between my off days, I managed to enter the hall as a customer and what else, shopped till I dropped. I dragged Izzah along with me and we were going crazy down there. I'm a gleeful girl after our shopping day ends. We had our late dinner at banquet and chilled with Izzah's friends at Civic Centre. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Pictures currently not available*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the days which I can't recall when, cousin Farah actually treated us dinner at Pizza Hut. All I could remember was I had junk food throughout the day. A fattening day I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Pictures currently not available*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 July 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I got him back real good and officially dump him. You know, I know right Nani. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 July 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to Azhar's Uncle's wedding ceremony. I showed up with my parents and my brother. We arrived at the very same time with the newly weds. The bride looks beautiful, she have the sweetest smile. I didn't manage to snap any pictures because we were rushing to another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 July 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling excited and impatient the moment I got out from bed. The reason is because, (1) I'll be getting a new handphone, (2) I have a workout appointment with my manager and (3) I'm having lunch with my girls; Izzah and Nursha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGstyzZtaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QKwPrTVrsww/s1600-h/nokia-5610_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGstyzZtaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QKwPrTVrsww/s200/nokia-5610_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224646945457943970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhh, my newborn baby. Hahaha! I got it at a really great deal. It's their zoner's day and I got a $100 discount. And since I save $100, I bought myself a 2GB memory card at 15% discount. It saves me alot yaw! After that, I trained down to Yew Tee and head to the community centre with Jo. We really worked our ass off yeah. I was perspiring like a pig and had a really nice shower. Parted ways with Jo and trained back to Woodlands for lunch with the girls at Pizza Hut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I know, junk food after a workout right. Fortunately, I managed to cut down on the food there. And I really mean cut down. I ate only a slice of pizza, a piece of chicken wing and a bowl of mushroom soup. Proud or what! The first step of having a healthy balanced diet. Haha! &lt;i&gt;Macam paham je&lt;/i&gt; Went for a lil' bit of shopping. Bid goodbye to the girls and I met up with Nuraini and Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGiYNpURGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ip1ghRjkM6I/s1600-h/pizzah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGiYNpURGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ip1ghRjkM6I/s320/pizzah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224635579590001762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Nani was being such a sweet sister. She wholehearted-ly came down to my workplace to accompany me home. But of course, she will and always, without fail wanna &lt;i&gt;ketok&lt;/i&gt; me in return. So being the thoughtful and kind elder sister, I treat her to supper at Causeway Point before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGq2hWIB-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/LUtaxYOoC9g/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGq2hWIB-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/LUtaxYOoC9g/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224644896367314914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGq231QilI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tRWHW9mBsw0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGq231QilI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tRWHW9mBsw0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224644902403476050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't mind my face, I was shagged.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Azhar fetched me from work. He arrived an hour earlier before I finish my work so he went shopping, alone. He came back to my outlet with two boxes of new shoes and a box of donuts, of all the foods available. Donuts is the first one to be in my "no-no" list. The thick chocolate and all just scare me. Heh. After I finish work, we met up with Khai and had our dinner at Carls Jr. We had a great time catching up with each other's life after like 45648132 days of not meeting. We chilled at the Sky Park and went off at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGpg1MkyeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mv_FdjasTfU/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGpg1MkyeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mv_FdjasTfU/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224643424227215842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGpFUOApbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eSl00WylSyo/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGpFUOApbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eSl00WylSyo/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224642951518397874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my OFF day! I actually have a long list of activities planned but none of it was carried out. Someone just bugged me early in the morning, making the start of my day a very, very bad one and that I was too shagged to actually drag my sexy ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now rotting at home, downloading a few songs. I just realised that I got a $20 voucher from Nokia to download songs from their website. I've downloaded only 5 songs and now I still can't figure out what song I wanna have. Any suggestions anyone? Especially you Mr Roy. It will expire on the 31st August, so let me know alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go people, blog finally updated! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4734005358282412281?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4734005358282412281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4734005358282412281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4734005358282412281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4734005358282412281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-you-people-noticed-that-i-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SIGstyzZtaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QKwPrTVrsww/s72-c/nokia-5610_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4914781989836569403</id><published>2008-07-02T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:26:50.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Oh my! John Little Sales at Expo is killing me now.&lt;br /&gt;So glad that this will be the last week. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be back with a proper post next week.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry babies. Keep those tags rolling in okay.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4914781989836569403?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4914781989836569403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4914781989836569403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4914781989836569403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4914781989836569403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-expo-exhibition-is-killing-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-2833259515281849292</id><published>2008-06-23T20:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:22:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SF-dPD64GEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/k8hAXIsWu2M/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SF-dPD64GEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/k8hAXIsWu2M/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215059775594174530"width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mr Roy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your craps and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing you for few weeks feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like part of my soul is missing.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet you soon, I'm missing you so badly.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SF-dPFLx29I/AAAAAAAAATw/96XyJWIbp0E/s1600-h/1_723929031l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SF-dPFLx29I/AAAAAAAAATw/96XyJWIbp0E/s320/1_723929031l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215059775933504466"width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Firdaus Tang.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you giving me your full attention.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you calling me your dearest.&lt;br /&gt;See, now you make me depend on you. &lt;br /&gt;I can't accept the things changing between us.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-2833259515281849292?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2833259515281849292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=2833259515281849292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/2833259515281849292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/2833259515281849292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-roy-munez.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SF-dPD64GEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/k8hAXIsWu2M/s72-c/DSC00336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-1294022513776493460</id><published>2008-06-20T22:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:02:46.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! Apologies for abandoning my blog for the past weeks. I was one busy bee but now I'm back here to update. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened for the last 10 days and it's a pity that I suffer from short term memory loss. So I shall just update those things that I remembered doing okay. Let's roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 June 2008, Thursday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It was one hell of a fun thursday night ever in my almost 19 years of life. My company held an event at MOS, with the purpose of promoting our new brand to the youngsters. There was our company name all over the place, Animal, Animal and Animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got free entry, all DJs wearing our Animal tops, we got dozen rounds of free hard drinks and we were the VIP for the night. Which means, we were in the Sky Lounge of MOS! How cool right! Sorry eh, abit excited. We were spotted by the photographer and *snap snap! Unfortunately, our picture was nowhere to be found in the website. Dumbass. -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so everyone was high, some were drunk and we boogied all night long. I even got myself a stranger to dance with. He's quite cute and we exchanged number. HEHEH! We sticked together all the way and he got the chance to follow me up to the VIP room. &lt;i&gt;Suke lah&lt;/i&gt; of course. Fir is his name. We laughed, talked and he even sang to me. Oh god, how sweet. Well, what can I say, I was high and was only half conscious. Saw alot of familiar faces, ex Fuchunians especially. I went back home with Yaz, while the rest stayed abit longer. Tell me, how exciting can my night be? *WINKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pictures are only half of the Animal Staff.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-lvOcPqI/AAAAAAAAARY/ye6Kfh0mzlE/s1600-h/1_161857919l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213970549152956066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-lvOcPqI/AAAAAAAAARY/ye6Kfh0mzlE/s320/1_161857919l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-l0FBt6I/AAAAAAAAARg/VlgGosfVI_A/s1600-h/1_281209904l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213970550455646114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-l0FBt6I/AAAAAAAAARg/VlgGosfVI_A/s320/1_281209904l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-l6RftZI/AAAAAAAAARo/bQj-z4ZEdx0/s1600-h/1_297482892l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213970552118556050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-l6RftZI/AAAAAAAAARo/bQj-z4ZEdx0/s320/1_297482892l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-mHI0QQI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZC84B7_wez4/s1600-h/1_332973971l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213970555571814658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-mHI0QQI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZC84B7_wez4/s320/1_332973971l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I love these girls. Izzah &amp;amp; Yaz.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;15 June 2008, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Met up with cousin Farah and head to SGH to visit our aunt. My whole family was there, including Farah's family. We then drive down to Sultan Road to celebrate Father's Day and Mummy's belated birthday over dinner. Brother-in-law ordered bone steak and I'm glad I only had one piece of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;16 June 2008, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was feeling excited (which I'm not supposed to) when I saw Elfie making his way into my shop. He gave me a tight hug and it makes me feel so happy. I don't know why. I actually spend my break chilling with him but it seems like our conversation is not smooth as before. Maybe because I start feeling insecure around him. Haiz, Elfie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work at 10pm, I head down to Boat Quay and meet up with Ijan and Marnie. They've been bragging me to come down of course. It's been a while since our last meetup. We spend the night drinking away and reminiscing the past. Our school memories that is. We cabbed home an hour after midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;17 June 2008, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It was my off day but I have to head down to Marina Square to register for my place in the John Little Expo sale next week. I got Fie to accompany me since my friends were not free. We catch a movie at Cathay after that and just chilled throughout the night. I'm so happy because I didn't have to fork out a single cent out of my wallet. EHEHEHE! He even hailed a cab and send me right infront of my doorstep. I must say he's really good at making a lady impressed. I LOIKEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20 June 2008, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Fir brought me to Sentosa today when I told him the day before that I wanted to go swimming. Damn, he's such a sweet boy! Eventhough we arrived Palawan Beach quite late, we still had fun. Jumping and splashing in the sea. He even got sunburn while I'm still as fair as a snow queen. HAHA. We were feeling too tired and draggy that we fell asleep in the bus. Poor thing, he's down with flu and fever, just because of playing in the sea with me even when he's feeling exhausted from yesterday's outing with his friends. Right now, he's in a deep sleep, like a cute baby. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there you go, blog updated. Looks more like a rough review eh. Aniways, I'm so sleepy now. Oh and sorry if there's only a few pictures. Maybe I'll update again soon? Tchow babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-1294022513776493460?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1294022513776493460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=1294022513776493460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1294022513776493460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1294022513776493460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-people-apologies-for-abandoning.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SFu-lvOcPqI/AAAAAAAAARY/ye6Kfh0mzlE/s72-c/1_161857919l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-8753398766167737449</id><published>2008-06-10T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:32:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once a friend, never a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An undefined feeling inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know that it's his POP day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's wretchful that I couldn't find the right reason to text or call him up.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him being unsrupulous, I wouldn't be feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, so sad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-8753398766167737449?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8753398766167737449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=8753398766167737449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8753398766167737449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/8753398766167737449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/06/mixed-feeling-inside.html' title='once a friend, never a friend'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-1097385382410993525</id><published>2008-06-09T21:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:42:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues movie marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SE02GPqre7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IJoOYtf92ZQ/s1600-h/GraduationPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SE02GPqre7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IJoOYtf92ZQ/s320/GraduationPoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209879824850189234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SE02GtdMtWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0HveAdNGL9Y/s1600-h/NeverBackDownMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SE02GtdMtWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0HveAdNGL9Y/s320/NeverBackDownMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209879832846710114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues and I'm glad it's my off day. I joined Roy to a movie marathon over at Katijah's crib. First, we stopped by a nearby coffeeshop to grab our lunch. Damn we were famished!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was only at 3.30pm that the movie marathon started. We watched Graduation and Never Back Down. Both movies have quite a great storyline, with a lil bit of motivational message to go along. Overall it was &lt;i&gt;okay²&lt;/i&gt; for me. The only thing that got my head hooked to the tv screen is because there's hot and cute guys in the show. Heh! Oh, we even watched Over Her Dead Body too, but only to a certain part as the disc decided to breakdown at the very wrong time. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Kat's crib at 7pm, feeling sleepy. I end up taking the long route back home due to the heavy traffic at Woodlands Checkpoint. I'm really getting fed-up with the traffic jams almost every single day. It's such a nuisance having to alight at the bus stop few blocks away when there's actually a direct stop right infront of my block. Plus, I think I'm the laziest person in this world to walk. Seriously, I am. Especially after work, I'll get all weak and tired you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of work, I'm on the morning shift tomorrow. How sucky. Looks like it's gonna take me a few weeks to blog again. I try to come back blogging if I could find the time alright. Till the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night babies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know what you're trying to do but I can see that you make foolish moves everytime. Trying to cover up your own mistakes makes you look even more stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-1097385382410993525?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1097385382410993525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=1097385382410993525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1097385382410993525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/1097385382410993525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-movie-marathon-on-monday-blue.html' title='monday blues movie marathon'/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SE02GPqre7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IJoOYtf92ZQ/s72-c/GraduationPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-5819298413379355640</id><published>2008-06-08T14:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:20:05.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEt340GWz8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/_pxiUDzq734/s1600-h/707182259l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEt340GWz8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/_pxiUDzq734/s320/707182259l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209389211925794754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the fondest memories we gather in the journey of life are the ones that remind us of our beloved friends. Moments of endless laughter, longest chats and beautiful times shared with friends are simply priceless. So often when I read a beautiful poem or a quote about friendship I am instantly drawn into my world of beautiful memories about the times I spent with my friends. The very essence of life is to continue to make such beautiful memories, that one can look back upon and smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment lasts of all a second, but the memory lives on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have the time to blog again. Woohoo! I've been so occupied with work and I must say I'm not enjoying every second of it. Well, I used to but not anymore! Shit happens and things got out of hand. It's so unfair. What can I say, I'm still stuck in hell. I'm just waiting for the right time to walk out from there. I will someday. The clock is ticking baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also lagging behind on my lovely friends. I realised that I failed to squeeze some quality time for them in my schedule. I'm so sorry babies. Especially Roy, Yana and Azhar. I promise we'll meet up soon okay. JB trip next week perhaps? I wanna get a new shoes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aniways, my aunt and her children met with a terrible accident when they're on a vacation at Malaysia. My three little cousins was discharged from KK Hospital on Friday. One was with a broken leg and the other two was with minor cuts and bruises. Their elder sister, Fiqah had both legs broken and she have to "learn" to walk again. She's feeling better now, Farah and me even had the time to talk crap with her. She's so cute. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, her mother is in critical condition, I think. Mum and Aunts will be visiting her today. Mum told us that my little cousin, Hanis, told his mum that he had a dream that they met with an accident there, but my Aunt ignored him. It really happened and tears rolled down his cheeks when he said this to us, "Die tanak dengar cakap kite" (She ignored what I said). Sad right. There's nothing much we can do but to pray for their wellness. Get well soon cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pay day is drawing near and I'm super excited! I finally can use those bags and tops I reserved from my shop. Can't resist, they're too pretty. And I still have some other things to buy. I need to have a budget or I'll definitely overspend. I have to save up for my KL trip on my birthday! Surely I need my assistant with me when I go shopping. Mr Roy please! ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-5819298413379355640?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5819298413379355640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=5819298413379355640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5819298413379355640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5819298413379355640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-of-fondest-memories-we-gather-in.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEt340GWz8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/_pxiUDzq734/s72-c/707182259l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-7682393557739375509</id><published>2008-06-02T23:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:28:52.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEQYiXiiRPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nEHEEA0AViY/s1600-h/Photo0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEQYiXiiRPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nEHEEA0AViY/s320/Photo0729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207314047860622578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went to visit my sick Uncle Sani in the afternoon. I was so happy to see him having improvement in his health. He's taken off from all the tubes and he can move his legs all by himself now. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdullilah.&lt;/i&gt; He's beginning to respond to our callings, not like the last time when he was too ill to do anything. I hope he will stand up on his own just like he used to one day. We will keep praying for you dear Uncle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that we're only few blocks away from Auntie Leha's house, we decided to drop by. Farah dropped by too after work and so does Auntie Zizah and Sally. Then Faliq reached home together with his gf, Shira. We had few cups of tea and went to the nearby Teh Tarik coffeshop for our dinner. Farah, Faliq, Nani, Shira and me were sitted together and we reminisced the past. Way, way back when we were so young. The day when we used to pee in our pants and do silly stuffs. It's soo sweet. In fact, it's too sweet that we didn't realised how much we've grown and changed. We grew up together and I hope nothing will break us apart. I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEQV5HiiROI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PJTD4mGN6C8/s1600-h/Photo0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEQV5HiiROI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PJTD4mGN6C8/s320/Photo0721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207311140167763170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEQYiniiRQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8OR276DKei8/s1600-h/Photo0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEQYiniiRQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8OR276DKei8/s320/Photo0725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207314052155589890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone had a new hairdo, despite making a promise to do it together with me. Bitch! Well, I just have to wait till I get my hands on that ke-chings and voila, I shall have a new hair. Nyeheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, back to work tomorrow and I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-7682393557739375509?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7682393557739375509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=7682393557739375509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/7682393557739375509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/7682393557739375509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-everything-turned-out-way-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SEQYiXiiRPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nEHEEA0AViY/s72-c/Photo0729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-6385032953949198127</id><published>2008-05-31T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:13:19.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;40% discount coupons have been given out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work is such a pain in the ass nowadays. Too many things happened and everyone is not happy. I have been feeling so moody and restless at work. Can I say I'm starting to hate my job now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;quit, Quit&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-6385032953949198127?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6385032953949198127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=6385032953949198127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6385032953949198127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6385032953949198127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/05/40-discount-coupons-have-been-given-out.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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-4631613678290397990.post-3651378113889372713</id><published>2008-05-19T18:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:26:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SDFw8C_5leI/AAAAAAAAAPw/krwlT1GSX7s/s1600-h/Farah%26Titi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SDFw8C_5leI/AAAAAAAAAPw/krwlT1GSX7s/s320/Farah%26Titi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202063221488981474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miss my long straight hair. It's coming back soon baby!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no friggin idea on what to blog about. My life is partially dull right now and I'm working my ass off every single day, well of course, except on my off day. I can't believe I managed to stay on this job for a month now. Congratulations to me! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress is starting to pile up now that I've improved on my sales floor perfomance. I'm currently under training for stock updates, product knowledge, and also learn cashiering. I have to learn everything fast because the GSS is starting this Friday. Pffftt! Let's hope everything goes well for me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, I have an announcement to make. Listen up okay babies. Right now, I have 5 pieces of coupons left for the 40% staff discount. I don't think I'm gonna use them up so, I'll be issuing them to those people who I know that drop by my workplace. It will be due on the 31st and that's exactly 12 days away. Come down to HarbourFront Centre and find me okay! I'll be waiting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels so dry and painful right now. I guess I need to rest well for my hectic schedule this week. Chow babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-3651378113889372713?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3651378113889372713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=3651378113889372713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3651378113889372713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3651378113889372713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/05/alrite-heres-rough-review-of-what-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp0.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SDFw8C_5leI/AAAAAAAAAPw/krwlT1GSX7s/s72-c/Farah%26Titi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-6933726093443408458</id><published>2008-05-14T20:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:58:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCraIi_5laI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FRZ7Ek8upSw/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200208560121288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCraIi_5laI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FRZ7Ek8upSw/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was my off day. Met Roy after his school to get his eyebrow piercing done. Unfortunately, his "Uncle" wasn't there. We'll be going down tomorrow instead, maybe. And I have a new tounge stud with a word "bitch" on the upper ball. Now I have a bitch on the top and a star below. Cute right! I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were walking towards a block when this Indian lady said there's a baby bird in a nest, was put aside because they were cutting down the trees. Poor thing. I almost teared, looking at those baby birds. Eyes still closed and can barely chirp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much hesitation, we decided to bring the baby birds home for some food. Roy's mum called and she told him to bring the birds home, so that she can give some milk from you-know-where. Hahaha! &lt;i&gt;Macam siak.&lt;/i&gt; We put them in a shoe box and Roy brought it home. Take good care of Leha and Lela okay Roy. See, we even have a name for them. But I have no idea why Leha and Lela, of all names. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the time at work passed by real fast. I was in the morning shift and was smiling away when told to sign out. We did spring cleaning in the afternoon and I was satisfied when I saw the glass display sparkling shinning. Heheh! &lt;i&gt;Tak sia² aku panjat tangga nak lap tu glass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Raffles City outlet to collect some stocks. Went off together with Yaz and we were laughing all the way until my ears turned burning red. So paiseh! We bid goodbye and went separate ways as I'm meeting Roy at Civic Centre. Got free drinks from Mcafe, all thanks to Roy's friend. But, FADIL wasn't there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, tomorrow is my pay day and I'm so happy! *jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before I go, I wanna make a special dedication to these two love birds, Erin &amp;amp; Nizam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SD1k4QlHyxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yWxeRZU5CY0/s1600-h/1_678903350l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SD1k4QlHyxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yWxeRZU5CY0/s320/1_678903350l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427661996280594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru.&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blissful marriage today, tomorrow and forever!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a cute baby.&lt;br /&gt;Meet you soon okay Erin darling.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-6933726093443408458?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6933726093443408458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=6933726093443408458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6933726093443408458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6933726093443408458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/05/surprisingly-time-at-work-passed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCraIi_5laI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FRZ7Ek8upSw/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-5230932420215374184</id><published>2008-05-11T20:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:41:16.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCbrTi_5lYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hmxHWkIYEUY/s1600-h/ayat-ayat+cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199101540890678658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCbrTi_5lYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hmxHWkIYEUY/s400/ayat-ayat%2Bcinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I watched it today with Mum, Nani and first sister. The storyline is very, very unique and it's so touching. Before you catch this, please prepare a box of tissue paper. I'll rate it 5/5 because I like the different language they speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, my sister bought Mum a dress and a shoe from Charles &amp;amp; Keith as a present for Mother's Day. Went home and other sisters made a mini surprise party with alot of food layed on the table. We had barbecued chicken and steak, nasi briyani and western food prepared by sisters. A scrumptious dinner with family on a weekend is always the best. I love it when we get together and laughed all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCbteC_5lZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_En-A0jqwgk/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199103920302560658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCbteC_5lZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_En-A0jqwgk/s400/DSC00374.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA! Okay so sorry, I couldn't get any decent photo. Eheheh! That's after dinner, clearing the table and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;NaNa SuGarPiE: ey sweetz, i've already relink u.. dtg slalu2 k dear.. wah dah start keje sei!! keje mcm fun eh tak stress. aiyo.. not like mines.. take care darlz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thank you sweetie. yes, my keje very fun, but abit stress also! u take care too aite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wawakiss: ohh. tukar link tak inform. bwek uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eheheh! sorry sayang. i forgot lah okay. so now you know. huhu!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaiii: yooohooooo~! ure relinked loves. anyways, i was at harborfront last Sat u know! n i walked passed tat shop! i think tat was u loh standing at e entrance. HAHA! coolness kannn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha yah! i knew it was you. muke mcm familiar jer. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B'nora: relink done honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thanks darling. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deena: hello there..was bloghopping..ohh my i just shopped @ animal store just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hello! thanks for dropping by. oh really? which outlet you shopped at?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;titiBELLE: Hey babe, relinking done! Must give me discounts okay, if i ever happen to shop there. HEHE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay, thank you sweetie. yes, of course. discounts especially for you. hehe!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neea: &amp;amp; may i know ur workplace at which level? since u so called know edeel, we can go there &amp;amp; see u cum buying some stuffs there too! edeels short of bottoms! &amp;amp; that ull give us discount! yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love the dress, i wore it just now. it's gorgeous! my workplace is on the 2nd level, opposite of Pastamania. see you soon okay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShiiraDevil: Linked ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thank you hunneh. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, Feer dropped by my workplace yesterday and make sure you come back to get that present okay! Nyeheheh. And to Ahboi, sorry hor, my off day today. Hahaha, drop by another day okay cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to prepare myself mentally and pyshically because my schedule for next week is like crazy. Andddddd, I'll be working on a Sunday next week! Walaney, shitass lah. Let's hope that I won't be half dead by the weekend okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-5230932420215374184?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5230932420215374184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=5230932420215374184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5230932420215374184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/5230932420215374184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-i-watched-it-today-with-mum-nani.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp3.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SCbrTi_5lYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hmxHWkIYEUY/s72-c/ayat-ayat%2Bcinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-21149680842798039</id><published>2008-05-07T21:05:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:12:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nea: titi update !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;updating hunneh! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanavodka: hey titi! kau keje ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in retail line. feel free to drop by my workplace okay! HEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meera: hello pretty , relinked me okey.. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sure babe. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanach|ca: hey will relink you soon. thats good that you found yourself a job. retail ke? all the best! take care lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, retail. and thank you hunneh. you take care too! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nea: hello darling! can you pass me your blogger email address? pass me soon alright. cheers~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorry for the late reply okay. yatijepun@hotmail.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifye: siket jek ker titi lawa ? muahahah ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sikit² jer, tak leh lebih². nyeheheh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apology for ignoring this blog for quite sometime. Before you babies get sick, I'll swab off the dust collected in here. And thank you for tagging despite of me not updating. Keep it rolling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I've been oblivious to my blog is because I'm busy working my ass off. Finally, I got my off day today. Things are going back on the right track and I hope everything will be much better this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SB03dkx8oAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xeFGymtrNGQ/s1600-h/hbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196370526284324866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SB03dkx8oAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xeFGymtrNGQ/s400/hbf.jpg" border="0" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my workplace. &lt;b&gt;Animal, Harbour Front Centre.&lt;/b&gt; It's a UK leading freesports brand and it's only 2 years old in Singapore. I think so lah. So obviously, all the items are from UK and the prices are quite extortionate. But, being a sweet and wonderful friend that I am, I can give 40% discount to you babies if you purchase any item, only at my outlet lah of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you should get the idea what job I'm doing now, unless you're a dodoberd. I love my job! I have a lovely manager who loves dancing in green and a bunch of crazy colleagues who never fails to brighten up my day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is fun but I also missed out alot on my friends. I only have limited time to meet them, not like before. I'll end up feeling too tired after work or have to rush home early as I'll be working the next day. As you know, I'm a lazy ass. If I happened to have a late night, I'll never ever wanna open my eyes so early. And, I have stubborn eyes. Heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I really have to take my job seriously because I don't want to be jobless and stay home all day again. I hope to meet my sweet sugarpie babies soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, the dress that I purchased from Nea's blogshop arrived safely in my mailbox today. I'm so excited and can't wait to wear it on Sunday! Take care babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-21149680842798039?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/21149680842798039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=21149680842798039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/21149680842798039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/21149680842798039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-apology-for-ignoring-this-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SB03dkx8oAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xeFGymtrNGQ/s72-c/hbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-3227620335207396287</id><published>2008-04-28T01:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:02:31.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SBSyg0x8n-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8vqiBwyFzlk/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193972547258720226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SBSyg0x8n-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8vqiBwyFzlk/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to JB yesterday, and also the day before. On the Saturday, I couldn't get anything except for a blouse because all the shops are closing, all thanks to that someone. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I bought my Everlast shoe, a pair of tees and my makeup stuffs. It was scorching hot and I was perspiring like god-knows-what. Cannot tahan, I was feeling so rimas. We reached back here and chilled for a while before heading back home. Thank you very much Roy for your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abit disappointed when I learnt that someone was jabbering behind me all this while. I loved him like my own but, it's bad that I'm beginning to despise him now. They can say that I'm a bad friend but I don't think he deserve my friendship. I used to treasure him but now, I feel remorse about meeting him in my life. Oh well, looks like we only have memories left. Goodbye &lt;s&gt;friend&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of work will start in less than 12 hour and it's best if I tuck in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-3227620335207396287?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3227620335207396287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=3227620335207396287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3227620335207396287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/3227620335207396287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-went-to-jb-yesterday-and-also-day.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SBSyg0x8n-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8vqiBwyFzlk/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-4734679195753713019</id><published>2008-04-25T23:01:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:52:05.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc121/kathryn_7/Photography/happy.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a rough review of what I did today. I'm too sleepy to blog in a proper way right now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;center&gt;Went for an interview at HarbourFront Centre.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;center&gt;Had my late lunch at Mcdonalds, alone.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;center&gt;Did abit of shopping at Vivo City, again alone.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;center&gt;Seventeen magazine as company throughout the journey home.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;center&gt;Continued my sleep upon reaching home as I woke up damn early today.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And, thank god I got the job. Yaz, thanks for recommending me this job. I shall treat you dinner one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm one frenzied girl because my lovely Uncle Rosli will be driving me and cousins to JB for our shopping spree on Sunday. I'm so gonna get a pair of shoes and a few tees. Can't wait baby, can't wait. Roy, sorry tak jumpe tadi. I feel so tired and sleepy baby. We'll meet tomorrow okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are back on track and I'm dancing my ass off. Ouwwlalaaaaaaa~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-4734679195753713019?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4734679195753713019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=4734679195753713019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4734679195753713019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/4734679195753713019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-went-for-interview-at-harbourfront.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc121/kathryn_7/Photography/th_happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-9028307610759853377</id><published>2008-04-24T08:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:18:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p183/extra_0rdinary/photography/morning.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-9028307610759853377?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/9028307610759853377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=9028307610759853377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/9028307610759853377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/9028307610759853377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-im-moving-but-i-go-nowhere.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p183/extra_0rdinary/photography/th_morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-6782251793042848924</id><published>2008-04-23T21:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:06:00.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my song doesn't suit my layout but heck. I'm too lazy to change to a new song because when night falls, my internet barely move. So please, bear with it. I promise to edit it soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SA9AGEx8n9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lS_K_avZEZY/s1600-h/3689497943331l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SA9AGEx8n9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lS_K_avZEZY/s320/3689497943331l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192439368488099794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was his birthday yesterday and I couldn't find the time to blog about it. So here it goes. Happy 22nd Birthday Ah Boy. Have a blessful and wonderful life ahead. Don't forget your promise cousin! Be a man of your word. *WINKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body was aching after the 'riot' and I didn't do anything much since then except that I went down to ITE Bishan with accompany from Roy to collect my $300 voucher. Wooooo. Moolahs baby! Then met up with Piah and Gegel. I was so jealous over Gegel's hair and told her that I'm gonna get mine done next week. Well, she kind of snapped me away from my fantasy. Hehe! She advised me to use up that money for my daily needs when I'm looking for a job or when I'm already working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that's definitely not an option. So how am I supposed to execute my desires? Damn. How I wish I never met her. Heh, kidding. Looks like I have something to ponder about. Nevertheless, I shall thank you for giving me a poking point there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall officially announce that I miss Venture Era. Maybe it's time I make a comeback? Only to collect my 6 tubes of toothpaste that I owe people actually. That's the last of me they'll see. Muahahaha! Alright, I wanna watch Over Her Dead Body before I tuck in to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have enormous space to sleep, I tend to have sweet dreams. Really. Okay, Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-6782251793042848924?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6782251793042848924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=6782251793042848924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6782251793042848924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6782251793042848924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SA9AGEx8n9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lS_K_avZEZY/s72-c/3689497943331l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631613678290397990.post-6203795887647085875</id><published>2008-04-21T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:51:57.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAyYitttjFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sGQxQpVgDwQ/s1600-h/Blood+Systerz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAyYitttjFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sGQxQpVgDwQ/s320/Blood+Systerz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191692192605637714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well, you made the right decision by leaving me all alone to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me space. I guess I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;Tears will eventually fade and this shit will end someday.&lt;br /&gt;Only time can tell. I love you my sister. &lt;br /&gt;I always will.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: terima kasih banyak² Roy. I love you too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631613678290397990-6203795887647085875?l=little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6203795887647085875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4631613678290397990&amp;postID=6203795887647085875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6203795887647085875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4631613678290397990/posts/default/6203795887647085875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-writings-on-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>TitiJepun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00891578011861710327</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NWDi0g58wss/SAyYitttjFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sGQxQpVgDwQ/s72-c/Blood+Systerz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
