<?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-12208900</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:26:27.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulge In Reminisce</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12208900.post-4740309304342988580</id><published>2009-09-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:12:32.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Lebaran.</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Mohon ampun maaf zahir &amp;amp; batin.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-4740309304342988580?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/4740309304342988580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=4740309304342988580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4740309304342988580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4740309304342988580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/09/salam-lebaran.html' title='Salam Lebaran.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-6544927147288492674</id><published>2009-09-11T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:35:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet down.</title><content type='html'>My internet connection at home has been down for quite some time due to faulty cable.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I could get it change by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Feels like there are lots of things that I want to share, which sadly I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently using the PC at work.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I need to make it fast as my colleague needs to use it to prepare for his flight.&lt;br /&gt;Boohooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our special 2 is coming in few weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Hari Raya Aidilfitri.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, till next time.&lt;br /&gt;Gd nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-6544927147288492674?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/6544927147288492674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=6544927147288492674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/6544927147288492674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/6544927147288492674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/09/internet-down.html' title='Internet down.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-2949204963916694517</id><published>2009-08-14T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:37:41.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Class 3.</title><content type='html'>N-O-R-T-H-W-E-S-T has airborne and I'm done with the closing of flight report. 1 down and 1 more flight to go. QZ7977 will be departing from SIN to BDO and I have to start preparing manual in less than 2 hours time, while most are enjoying their sleep. But nevermind, I'm left with 1 night before my long weekend. It's off rest rest, baby. And another date with Ee this Sunday. Everything has been planned out, only the matter or execution. Counting. Counting. &amp;amp; still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ramadhan is around the corner. This year again, I can feel that something is missing. Like I used to say, things will be never be the same again since Arwah nenek left us. I really miss her. Miss her touch. Miss her love. Miss her everything. I guess only when we lost our loved ones, we will start to appreciate the person more. Then there goes, "if only." It's been 16 months now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semoga roh Arwah Nenek tersayang dicucuri rahmat dan beliau ditempatkan bersamaan mereka yang beriman. Insyaallah.&lt;/span&gt; Al-Fatehah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of life, I've always picutre it like a moving wheel. Doesn't mean if you are on top of the wheel, you will remain there forever. One day, just one fine day, things will not work the way you want it to be. Result? Think for yourself. Afterall, we are all human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm pretty excited for the coming days. Not only it's a long break for me. But, Ee will be converting to his Class 3 licence this Wednesday. Then, it's pimp my ride time. Cuzzie Kak Et &amp;amp; myself are even thinking if we could chip in and rent out a car, not only for the festive season but otherwise. Since both she &amp;amp; Ee have the licence, why not? Hehe. Just planning about them driving makes me a happy kid. Lol! Perhaps, I shld just renew my PDL and book my practical. Then, I'll welcome myself to the gang. Y not kan. Hmmmm...... I always wanted to challenge with Ee when comes to Class 3. But ya, I admit defeat la dear. He has most of them. Class 2B, 2A &amp;amp; 3. Soon Class 2 coming right up. 2 more pract before Tp. You see, how can I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But takpela. What his, is mine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, HAPPY BELATED 44TH, SINGAPORE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-2949204963916694517?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/2949204963916694517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=2949204963916694517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2949204963916694517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2949204963916694517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-class-3.html' title='His Class 3.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-8910804854981680285</id><published>2009-08-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:43:44.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 monthsary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/h&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6171378-edited.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P6171378-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will always be &lt;3ing u.&lt;br /&gt;study smart, dearest boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-8910804854981680285?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8910804854981680285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=8910804854981680285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8910804854981680285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8910804854981680285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/08/14-monthsary.html' title='22 monthsary.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-8249869426976427137</id><published>2009-07-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:41:49.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted an iPhone. Been browsing through various websites in search for reviews when it came out a year ago. But at that point of time, I couldn't afford it as my saving was limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard about a new model, iPhone 3Gs appearance and had since received tremendous applications in US, i decided to start saving. More. I was expecting it to arrive Sin somewhere in September or October and hoping that I could be among the first few to own it. I even registered as a member with Singtel so as to be able to find out of any latest news. Semangat, I know. But it really surprised me when I received a notification from the chosen service provider that iPhone 3Gs will be launched from 10th to 12th July 2009 and those who wish to purchase had to make reservation and placed an advanced $50 deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apelagi, I quickly made my online transaction. At first I decided to grab the 16GB black, but towards the end I changed my mind and chose the white colour instead. Ask me why?... Because it's unique &amp;amp; only iPhone 3Gs came with that colour. So at least, people will know that I'm using the latest version. Showing off? Hmm not really la. Just for you to envy. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collection date was on the third/last day of the launch which was on Sunday, 12th July 09. As it was on news 2 days before that people had to wait up to 6hrs just to get hold of the new gadget, similar thing happened on the final day of event. Except that I dont have to queue that long. Approximately, I waited for about 2 to 3 hours before leaving the Comm Centre @ Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. I just came back from my night shift and got home to wash up before heading to the location. Was very shagged but it was worth the wait. Met with the lovelies after making purchases on the accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enjoy the peek-chures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7121751.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P7121751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7121753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P7121753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7121754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P7121754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7121755.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P7121755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7121756.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P7121756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7121760.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P7121760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcoming iPhone 3Gs. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7121809.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/P7121809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a lighter note, anxiously waiting for Man Utd trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cruising to KL with happy2 pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gd night, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-8249869426976427137?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8249869426976427137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=8249869426976427137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8249869426976427137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8249869426976427137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/07/iphone.html' title='iPhone'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-6324526864129047243</id><published>2009-07-11T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:23:09.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me &amp; myself.</title><content type='html'>I cant wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you later.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-6324526864129047243?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/6324526864129047243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=6324526864129047243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/6324526864129047243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/6324526864129047243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-me-myself.html' title='Just me &amp; myself.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-2785034540406240478</id><published>2009-06-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:02:07.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>Others get a better treatment than those bonded by blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand how the whole thing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-2785034540406240478?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/2785034540406240478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=2785034540406240478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2785034540406240478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2785034540406240478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-4228553793843246251</id><published>2009-06-03T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:41:55.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Oohhh So Long!</title><content type='html'>It seems that my blog has been invaded by aliens. Its been long, real long since I last updated. I miss blogging. But somehow or rather, I'm just too lazy and when mood strikes, it got worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why I'm back now. It's all because of my loved ones out there who kept pestering me to update. As you know, my last entry wasn't a pleasing one. By just looking at those pictures, it's more than enough to make us weep. We just miss Arwah Nenek. Things won't be in this state only if you are around, Nenek. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shouldn't go further or else tears will start to flow. Moving on, I'm pretty exhausted actually. Worked from 0900-1600, handling extra flights compared to other days. Went over to Charming's place to change and rode to JB to get our Golden Tickets. We were in the right momentum throughout the journey until baby began to stall in the middle of the expressway. Stopped over the road shoulder and tried to figure out what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see from Charming's facial that he wasn't happy. I decided to leave him alone, finding the way out by himself. I didn't want to interfere as I know that things will get real bad if I did that, especially when he started to perspire. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 5minutes, kick-start was successful and we continued our way to Woodlands Checkpoint. I tell you, it was a freaking long queue. Patience was the key then. Passed both authorities and vroooom to Leisure Mall looking for Ms Choo. Want to know why we were so eager to meet her? Hmm, let you know later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we stopped over Charming's friend shop to get baby to undergo a 'health screening' test. True enough, there were some problems with baby. Thus, resulting to the stalled machine. We waited for nearly an hour and the half to get it repaired. By the time stomach pon dah keroncong. So ape lagi, Singgah Selalu la. Haha! Food was great afterall and left JB at 2330.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be in e same shift later and tell you what... I have to go and force myself to sleep. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01746-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC01746-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One reason for me to smile to bed =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden Tickets, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fieelia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/fieelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;just 3 words; I LOVE U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alritey, good nite darlings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-4228553793843246251?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/4228553793843246251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=4228553793843246251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4228553793843246251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4228553793843246251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-oohhh-so-long.html' title='Thats Oohhh So Long!'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-4841679843445425012</id><published>2009-04-06T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:50:44.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Death Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>Beloved Arwah Nenek,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 1st year of your death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been quite hard without you around.&lt;br /&gt;We are living each day as it is, not as lively as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;We all miss the spread that you used to prepare for us.&lt;br /&gt;We all miss the moments that you spent with us.&lt;br /&gt;We all miss your LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; WE ALL MISS YOU A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenekku tersayang, semoga rohmu dicucuri rahmat.&lt;br /&gt;Dan semoga kamu diletak bersamaan orang-orang yang beriman.&lt;br /&gt;Merinduimu selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatehah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory of Hajah Hasiah Binte Hassan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GetAttachment.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/1-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01694.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC01694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stay strong Nek Esah's Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-4841679843445425012?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/4841679843445425012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=4841679843445425012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4841679843445425012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4841679843445425012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-death-anniversary.html' title='1 Death Anniversary.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-1330387596501281519</id><published>2009-03-18T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:15:34.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His 22nd.</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I updated on the happening events. Excuse me for being MIA. I'm forced to work long hours to earn extra cash just for the month of MARCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the good news, people.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Dearest EE, hope you love the mini surprises.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY, Charming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-1330387596501281519?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/1330387596501281519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=1330387596501281519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1330387596501281519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1330387596501281519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/03/his-22nd.html' title='His 22nd.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-7315310267877226987</id><published>2009-01-21T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:49:15.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;16th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140006-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/PC140006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The belated bird day hero, brother Helmi on QR638.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May your wishes come true &amp;amp;&amp;amp; study smart la. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-7315310267877226987?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/7315310267877226987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=7315310267877226987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7315310267877226987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7315310267877226987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-16th.html' title='Happy 16th.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-8404648943554516200</id><published>2009-01-12T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:42:39.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Work.</title><content type='html'>There were lots of things that I would like to do but time is always coming in my way. Speaking about time, it's never enough for me. Perhaps, it's because I don't plan my events well or maybe it's never enough. There was once someone told me that the following 3 things are never sufficient: Time, Money &amp;amp; Sleep. How true is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm still at work now. Just started my afternoon shift since 1500 and till now, I only did 2 flights. Most of my past time was spent on my lunch &amp;amp; my darling lappy. Best kan. It was only my lappy that I paid attention to till Charming got jealous as I didn't text or call him. Heh. &lt;em&gt;Sori la b. Smile please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This office is already like my second home. If I'm working, it will always be work-sleep, sleep-work. Longer hours at work but less energy used to perform task. Even if I did overtime, like 5 hours or so, I will have to do only an additional flight. Working in this aviation line, especially in my department, isn't stress at all. Such situation will only occur when there is a problem with the flight that you are doing which seldom happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Need to start preparing for my next flight.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, people.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; oh, LOVE's ord is exactly 4 months from now.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-8404648943554516200?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8404648943554516200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=8404648943554516200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8404648943554516200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8404648943554516200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-work.html' title='About Work.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-3330662226397103557</id><published>2009-01-09T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:52:06.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>080109</title><content type='html'>Baby ee, can we go to Marina Barrage.&lt;br /&gt;Pls pls pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm still awake at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;This new lappy of mine is sumpah driving me crzay.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to upload pictures but forgot to charge my cybershot batt.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetful sangat2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 2009 was welcomed with a peck on the cheek &amp;amp; beautiful fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, bid goodbye to the disaster year.&lt;br /&gt;May this year be a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Charming, you still owe me my zoo trip hor.&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a year now.&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, I'll continue to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday trip coming up in few months time.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year, people.&lt;br /&gt;Muackss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-3330662226397103557?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/3330662226397103557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=3330662226397103557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/3330662226397103557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/3330662226397103557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2009/01/080109.html' title='080109'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-8887665448189928836</id><published>2008-12-28T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:23:28.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Action.</title><content type='html'>I'm back in 1 piece.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday trip was great! Very!&lt;br /&gt;Will blog on that soon after uploading of pictures completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my sis said that I only update my post once a month.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Ye ke. *thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that,&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Oh, New Year please come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-8887665448189928836?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8887665448189928836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=8887665448189928836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8887665448189928836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8887665448189928836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-action.html' title='Back In Action.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-3970503609849894197</id><published>2008-12-02T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:08:03.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild child</title><content type='html'>It was all unplanned. Talked on the phone with Aziyah one day before and without knowing, we met the next day. We all just miss one another la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st december wasn't lileky the date for Charming &amp;amp; I as it was on Monday and shops closed early on the very day. Boring! After cracking our brains long enough, we decided to ride down to town to see what we could get there. Left baby aside and walked all the way to Cathay Orchard. I suggested to Charming that we should grab couple movie tickets for Wild Child, because that was the show which we wanted to watch since the opening but wasn't available at GV Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, purchased the tickets at Cathay Orchard (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the place where we first went for movie during our dating days, more than a year ago&lt;/span&gt;). Then made our sweet escape to.... CHEERS! Haha. Wanted to have our dinner first at KFC but Aziyah called and thought of meeting up with us as her workplace was somewhere near town area. It was all yes from us and we even offered to walk to Far East to meet her there since she was less than 1oom from suggested meeting point. But this clever lovely girl opposed, saying that she didn't like to wait for others. She preferred to advance to others than having others to advance to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive. We granted her wish. Got oursleves a bottle of sportade and sat on a bench outside BK. Charming mentioned if we could sit outside, or at least a place where he could smoke. But being a 'nice' girlfrend, I declined. He knew it, and good thing was he too didn't really mind. If the answer was to be a yes, it's just a lucky star on him. Heh.  Futhermore, I'm trying my best to help Charming reduce smoking and and and, my tactics really work wonders. Not s-m-o-k-i-n-g for 2 days in a row is neither a problem for him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay2, side tracked. Moving on, waited for Aziyah but she was nowhere on sight. Called her mobile and was informed that she boarded wrong bus. Haha. Kekek tau ni makcik. So not wanting to wait any longer, I asked her to alight and get another bus back to Far East and there will be our new meeting point. This time, no objection. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her and had our dinner at KFC. There were lots of things that we shared. Some happy, sad stories. Next, called Dhila and fortunate for us that she was at home on that very day. Else, it's difficult to get through this sweetie because her cell is rarely activated. Chatted for few minutes to ask on how she was doing and plan our next outing together. I sooooooooo miss her la. Long time tak jumpe tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to Somerset to accompany Aziyah to the train station before proceeding for our movie. While walking, we came across several christmas trees. I wanted to snap snap around but Charming &amp;amp; Aziyah sungguh tak sporting lor. They said ramai orang la itu la ini la next time boleh la. BOOHOOOOO! Sent her to the station and bid goodbye. The next time we knew, she text us and asked if we could slack with her + Din + Fahiq + Afdal at Pasir ris. Rode there after movie and sat for some time before teh tarik for supper. Can you see how much she misses us. Hahaha! Sadly, Fika wasn't around. If not more merrier sia. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, HAPPY HOLIDAYS KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PB190126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/PB190126.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Vivo City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Muackss. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-3970503609849894197?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/3970503609849894197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=3970503609849894197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/3970503609849894197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/3970503609849894197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/12/wild-child.html' title='wild child'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-1163914017554217050</id><published>2008-11-21T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:57:42.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>I'm plain sleepy. Just started my 0500 shift more than an hour ago. Didn't sleep well the day before as I was busy 'running some errands' &amp;amp; entertaining my beloved Charming through the phone. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted like we never chat before. There were lots of issues which we laid out and share our point of views on the different matters raised. What makes our conversation more challenging was that both of us wanted to be in the winning position and we continued and continued debating till i surrendered the white flag. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. Holiday trip coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Charming, lets go town this Saturday! =)&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the bouquet of flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOOOOOOO LOVE AWAK LA!&lt;br /&gt;Muackss muackss muackss........&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-1163914017554217050?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/1163914017554217050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=1163914017554217050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1163914017554217050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1163914017554217050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-7160233115289184676</id><published>2008-10-29T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:40:22.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCH</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I almost can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT BITCH &amp;amp; THE UGLY BEAR IS STILL ALIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they have repented after that fateful accident, but NO! They are still bugging the FIEELIA's life. I bet they have nothing better to do, trying to seperate us up. But bitch, we are doing very well. We don't need people like you guys to mess our lovely relationship. Get a life please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I should be the one asking why God created such human beings like both of you. Animals are way better than people like you. Seriously. Afterall, as a DIPLOMA holder, I did my family proud unlike you. What do you gain after all the years in school? Wasting your parents, or should I say your mum's cash and not complete your studies. Trying to act as though you are the best. Fuck off la k. Pity your mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say, WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;Umur dah meningkat, dah macam mak bapak orang tapi perangai tak ubah2. Ish2.. Mcm sampah masyarakat. Hak-phuiiii.. No wonder bersatu, 2 X 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God that 1 day you guys will be back to the right path. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;Im nice, you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-7160233115289184676?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/7160233115289184676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=7160233115289184676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7160233115289184676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7160233115289184676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/10/bitch.html' title='BITCH'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-7431882813205743136</id><published>2008-10-21T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:51:41.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heh.</title><content type='html'>I will be back, hopefully sooooon.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-7431882813205743136?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/7431882813205743136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=7431882813205743136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7431882813205743136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7431882813205743136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/10/heh.html' title='heh.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-6514463124089602132</id><published>2008-09-08T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:37:01.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I still couldn't find my Adobe Photoshop disc and this is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;There are tonnes of pictures that need editing.&lt;br /&gt;My journal is getting ridiculously dull as each entry passes especially without the peeek-chures, yea I know.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Oh my! This is so random.&lt;br /&gt;I better hunt for the disc first.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, just wanna wish the coolest Abg Usop a happy bird-day.&lt;br /&gt;Zinger meal right up.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta hunt for the disc &lt;em&gt;yangItaktaumanediesembunyi&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; then get ready to meet Charming Love + Cuzzie Kak Et &amp;amp; Abg Iday + Kak Sarah &amp;amp; Abg Im for our buke session later.&lt;br /&gt;The best chicken rice stall, meet u later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geylang si paku Geylang.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT MENJALANI IBADAH PUASA, korangs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 more days..&lt;br /&gt;F I E E L I A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-6514463124089602132?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/6514463124089602132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=6514463124089602132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/6514463124089602132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/6514463124089602132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-8687825149679805595</id><published>2008-08-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:45:24.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>Some people think that they are big enough to settle things maturely as sdults do.&lt;br /&gt;But, action speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;Do you call complaining matters to parents a mature act?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it's not!&lt;br /&gt;If you have problems with me, come straight to my face and deal with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask others to call me in the middle of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Please pick up the darn phone when seeing my number.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be afraid or coming up with IOE (Infinity Of Excuses) that you are busy and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to sms those shits, I bet talking on the phone wouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;And please hor, RESPECT HAS TO BE EARNED!&lt;br /&gt;If you want others to respect you, you jolly well respect others first.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what fucking shit you want to bitch about me.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, because at the end of the day, I won't lose anything.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still the same old same old person.&lt;br /&gt;So who are you to say that I'm a changed person.&lt;br /&gt;Check you blindspot before uttering a single word.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm a DIPLOMA holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooo fucking pissed off sak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-8687825149679805595?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8687825149679805595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=8687825149679805595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8687825149679805595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8687825149679805595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/08/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-5995178000557053114</id><published>2008-08-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:09:44.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bumper.</title><content type='html'>I always believe in Karma. Like I used to say, what goes around ccomes around. You can say us this and that, which might not be true. You can twist &amp;amp; turn stories, which might divert the listener's attention. But believe me, all that would not last. Unless it is, count yourself lucky. &lt;em&gt;Tuhan maha adil dalam segalanye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those out there who is caught in this situation, just bear with it for a while. Whatever people want to say, let them. Even if they want to act like big hero, let them. For all we know, there is no one who is as powerful as &lt;em&gt;Allah.&lt;/em&gt; So shitty, or should I address as shitties, look yourself in the mirror first before trying to act as a dumbass super-hero k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was thinking of visiting the saloon somewhere before Aidilfitri. I just need to revamp my hair. It's been ages since I'm stuck to this hairstyle. I don't think I'm going to go for another dye session. Simply because I want my original colour back. Or maybe I just do a touch-up to those highlighted ones. Or should I curl my hair? Spiral perm? Digital Perm? Setting Perm? Or just snap it short? So fickled, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edited9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe just a temp curl like this? It's always sucky when comes to decision making. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urghh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-5995178000557053114?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/5995178000557053114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=5995178000557053114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/5995178000557053114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/5995178000557053114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/08/bumper.html' title='The bumper.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-96179789136342390</id><published>2008-07-23T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:07:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our off day.</title><content type='html'>For the first week after so many weeks, my off day as well as Charming's clashed. I was a happy kid, of course. And I'm looking forward to the coming weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had planned to watch midnight movie as it had been quite some time we missed that out. Over the moon at first, I googled to observe which sotyline was more interesting, either Wedding Daze or Driving Lessons. Confidently, I told Charming, "B, we watch Wedding Daze la k. I read on net and crite die macam best je. But we have to go Cathay to watch. GV takde." He replied, "Up to you la syg. I anything." I suspected really well that he was going to say that because from the day I knew him, he's an easy person. So I suggested, "We go Cathay Cineleisure k." Affirmed he replied, "Okay. We go booked our tickets first because I'm meeting ______ later to exchange mudguard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All set. We decided to meet aound 9 plus at night as I wanted to catch some sleep after ending my straight 3 days of night shift. And thinking that Charming would only be free after 9pm and at 10.30pm he wanted to meet his friend, I guessed that time was the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, he was held up with something and we only met at 10.15pm. I wasn't angry at all, by right I should. Simple. I knew his schedule for the day and I believed he too was rushing to meet with the ever fast going time. Therefore being nice, I decided to cancel our midnight movie date and straight away meet his friend. He put his bag at my house as he was leaving back for camp after sending me home, which apparently was about 20mins journey from my house. You see, with his 2 days work and 1 day off, it was obviously irritating. If I happen to work on his off day and he happpens to work on mine, then we'll just stay at home and do own stuffs. And this could welcome problems. But with our patience and more of his, our relationship is still growing stronger. Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met his friend and exchanged mudguard took about an hour. By then it was already 12.15am. Rode to KTM to eat our favourite Mee Chilli Prawn but by the time we arrived, the place was already closed. Hampa sungguh. We only settled for Mama's Prata &amp; Roti John next door. Settled at ECP after that and we had a heart to heart talk. &amp; most of it was about, '9 more months to ORD.' Cuteness la my Charming ni. I replied, 10 more months to our sweet escape. Wohoooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, speaking of the bike Charming had bought, I forgot to snap a picture of it la. Me n my forgetfulness! Haiyah. Those who are kepo'ing to know what bike he bought, it's just a normal RXZ. He already sold his 2 years' Spark. Better for me, best for him, he said. =) The most important thing is that we he didn't make use of the money from spark to purchase the new bike. It's his hard earned cash okay, and for whoever out there yang suke kepo2 nak mampos, he even forked out nearly 1K to pay the remaining instalment for that spark. But whatever it is, B... I can't wait for you to drive that Suzuki Swift la. Straight after ORD we rent a car la k. Pls. Pls. Pls. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, tomorrow is back to work. Time to have a good sleep. &amp;&amp; to brother's gf, I've read your entry. No worries la sis. I don't mind lending you my listening ears. It's alright. Don't have to feel bad or whatever k. =) Meet up soon. I know I know I still owe you Ben &amp; Jerry. &amp; for Charming's Bro, Ayid, I know I still owe you a meal. I masih ingat la k. &amp; B, you owe me a trip to ZOO. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to PAY DAY. Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-96179789136342390?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/96179789136342390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=96179789136342390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/96179789136342390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/96179789136342390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-off-day.html' title='Our off day.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-2494918926651010145</id><published>2008-07-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T03:48:18.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Work has been keeping me busy. I'm not complaining a bit, mainly because I love my job. No, Im not a Pax Service girl, excuse me. I'm working with other ground handlers where our task is mostly to handle the crews. Most people has this mindset that if you work in the airport, you'll tend to get bitchy and start flirting all around. How can that be true? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe that. Like what I had told Charming that if you know how to control yourself and you know that you work just for the sake of earning halal income, everything would be fine. Futhermore, I know my limit &amp;amp; I love my boyfriend. Geeeeezz.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working with CIAS for almost 2 months now. Alhamdulilah I'm able to cope with the job scope. Being a beginner was not easy. There were lots of things that I needed to learn. At times when Charming &amp;amp; I quarrelled about my job, it just hindered me from performing my work well. But not anymore now. Although my work environment consists of mostly males, the whole could click quite well with me. Hmm maybe because my Cuzzie Kak Et &amp;amp; I work in the same office. Hehe. No la, partly due to being one of the youngest there. LOL! Addition to that, Charming had began to appreciate my job. So minus off the 'gadohpasalkeje' part. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be attending loadsheet couse somewhere this or next month. I soooo can't wait okay. Don't know what I mean right? Nevermind, lets just talk about it when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, peekOchures just speak thousands of words right.&lt;br /&gt;So shall we? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edited1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLM freighter. Cool shit. This aircraft was going to KL &amp; there were 4 racing horses in it. Cuteness. But the smell was oh my..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;current=edited2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FedEx freighter. The biggest cargo company.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;current=edited3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lufthansa Cargo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;current=edited4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a private jet okay. It arrived in Singapore just to fetch the France Ministers who had attended meeting in the Lion city.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from attending to these cargo flights, I also went on to the passengers' aircraft. But sadly, I didn't snap on those jumbo airbus la. Perhaps next time. Moving on, Kak Sarah &amp; I went to Terminal 3 the other day and something just caught our eyes. Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;P E R F U M E S !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;current=edited6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Klein. For him &amp; her. Really good catch. What's more with the promotion + 20% off staff discount + 7% tax free. Lagipon, Charming just bought me a MNG handbag when we went shopping last week. Hehe. So B, the blue one is strictly yours. =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;current=edited7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keychain &amp; lipgloss I got as free gifts. Cute kan.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;current=edited8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/edited8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfume hunting would not be perfect without this. Salvatore Ferragamo. Wohooooo. I've been wanting to get this since the first time I stepped my legs in the transit perfume store okay. Maybe I'll get Victoria's Secret when my next pay comes. It's so addictive when comes to shopping. Not only when buying clothes or accessories. *Grinning*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; The good news is that, next week Charming will get a new bike! He can't wait &amp; so am I. Vvrrooooommmmmmm. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-2494918926651010145?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/2494918926651010145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=2494918926651010145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2494918926651010145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2494918926651010145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-has-been-keeping-me-busy.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-8138491261628423698</id><published>2008-06-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:45:02.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhila's 21st.</title><content type='html'>Miss Lia will be back soon with more interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading &amp;amp; keep kepo'ing. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/220108-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRD-DAY to SWEETY DHILA.&lt;br /&gt;Although I've wished you on your special day itself, I still want to say this.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;Key to freedom&lt;/strong&gt; phrase hor.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the 21ST club, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya. Muackss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way, you're never gonna shake me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my babyEE... -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-8138491261628423698?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8138491261628423698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=8138491261628423698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8138491261628423698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8138491261628423698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/06/missed.html' title='Dhila&apos;s 21st.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-7508521277773250737</id><published>2008-05-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:25:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AarizFais.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/AarizFais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aariz Shauqii &amp;amp; Md Fais.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kids really do make us smile.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-7508521277773250737?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/7508521277773250737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=7508521277773250737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7508521277773250737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7508521277773250737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-kids.html' title='2 kids.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-2737287331752151785</id><published>2008-05-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:45:35.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38th day.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I signed in to Windows Messenger, it just never failed to remind me of someone. Someone whom I really adored. My late Grandmom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings &amp;amp; cousins expressed, in their own ways, how they missed Nenek. Just like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 38th day that late Grandmom passed on. The happy moments we family had still lingers in my mind, especially when I went through the albums. 15th May 08 will be the 40th day but &lt;em&gt;kenduri Arwah&lt;/em&gt; will only be carried on 2 days after that due to unavoidable reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah after &lt;em&gt;kenduri Arwah&lt;/em&gt; and all, we will be heading to Pusara Abadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/1-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can never express how we miss you.&lt;/center&gt;&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/12208900-2737287331752151785?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/2737287331752151785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=2737287331752151785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2737287331752151785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2737287331752151785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/05/38th-day.html' title='38th day.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-5284082223988940195</id><published>2008-05-05T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:42:30.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1941 - 2008</title><content type='html'>Only the first quarter of the year, yet there were so many unforeseen things that had been happening around. 23rd March 2008 will be the date which I will always remember in years to come. Not only it's 2 days after my age day, but it was the day that changed everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something had happened to my grandparents on the faithful day. I wouldn't elaborate much on how the incident took place though. Those who had read the papers, count yourself lucky. My family &amp;amp; relatives had been spending exactly 2 weeks, keeping vigil by my grandmom's side praying hard for her that things would go on fine in the days to come. We came to SGH Burn Unit every single day and left the place with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmom received a 40% burnt and my grandpa, 10%. Therefore, my grandmom condition was rather serious compared to my grandpa. Doctor had informed us that her percentage of surviving is low as she's already aged and there were lots of complications in her. Hearing that, tears began to roll. I forced myself not to believe what the doctor said and kept telling myself that my grandmom will recover. I know she was strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent the first 8 days in SICU as her condition was very critical whereas my grandpa was admitted in the normal ward only on 26th of March when he came for his follow-up. Both needed to undergo skin grafting which I tell you was VERY painful, although with anaesthetic. But alhamdulilah, my grandpa was recovering well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days in SICU for her before she was moved to HD ward for the following 4 days. HD ward is a step lower than SICU. Therefore, patients whose state of health improve will be pushed to the HD ward, still under careful observation. Looking at the situation at that point of time, we were relieved. We thought that there was still hope. It was in the HD ward that I last spoke to her, due to the countless tubes in her. I asked her how was she feeling, and her replied was "Sakit, nak balik." I told her that everything would turn fine and it's only a matter of time before she'll get back home. At that time, I couldn't hold any longer. I asked her to rest well and I went out tearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light that we saw, only lasted for a while. Her health worsened and again, was sent back to SICU. All was at the peak. She wasn't responding to the medicine, milk and so on. And her kidney started to fail until she needed to undergo dialysis. Seeing all these just made our heart sank. Chances of recovery was very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next very day on 6th April 2008, around 4am, we received a call from hospital saying that my grandma's heart had stopped few times but they managed to perform resuscitation. We rushed down to the hospital and was told of the bad news. Doctor told us to leave all to fate and those who haven't been visiting my grandmom were advised to come before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9am, the SICU was totally crowded unlike the norm whereby, only 2 visitors were allowed in at a time. Relatives from Johore, Malacca, KL, close friends, friends all came to gather. Right when the clock stroke 1.21pm, my grandmom stopped breathing. We cried. Cried like we've never cried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose someone close to us for the first time wasn't easy, especially to my siblings and I whom she had looked after for 20 over years. She was like a mother to us. In all occasion, we grandchildren will always be her first priority. She never failed to leave us out whenever she wanted to go holiday. She never failed to cook extra just for us. She never failed to give us pocket money everytime we went out. She never failed to put a smile on our face. She never failed to do laundry for us although she was not well. Life had been very difficult without my grandmom around. I believed, in our family eyes, Nenek is a lady that cannot be replaced by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walaupon hajat Arwah untuk berangkat ke Umrah pada 02.06.2008 tidak kesampaian, tapi kami percaya bahawa niat beliau telah sampai terlebih dahulu. Nenek, kami semua rindu teramat sangat padamu. Semoga kamu diletak bersamaan mereka yang beriman. Semoga roh Hajjah Hasiah Binte Hassan dicucuri rahmat. Al-Fatehah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll always miss you, Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;May you have a speedy recovey, Atok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those times......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where grandmom passed on.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was where we peeked.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't abide by these.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The everyday entrance/exit.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where we sat as a whole.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HD Ward.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050508-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/050508-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where late grandmom was pushed out to the mortuary.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-5284082223988940195?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/5284082223988940195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=5284082223988940195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/5284082223988940195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/5284082223988940195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/05/1941-2008.html' title='1941 - 2008'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-9068449688628625641</id><published>2008-04-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:10:54.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Off.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;BUT not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; although this gonna be off the track,&lt;br /&gt;I stillstill wanna say that&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Fie lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you people wanna say, we are happy together.&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah, this relationship will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah yang menentukan perkara yang terbaik untuk umatnya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you have no right to make any assumptions or what shit you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-9068449688628625641?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/9068449688628625641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=9068449688628625641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/9068449688628625641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/9068449688628625641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-off.html' title='Time Off.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-4689948837181874978</id><published>2008-03-28T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:39:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BITCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt; WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND, BEAUTIFOOOOOOOOL!! &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; remember that! &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, FIEELIA 21st celebration was SPLENDID okay. Enjoyed every moment of it. &amp; Singapore Flyer was double triple wow. With darling love, everything seemed so treasurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm not in any mood to describe our celebration. Just hope that things would go on fine on my side, especially when my grandparents are not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah, you both will recover.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-4689948837181874978?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/4689948837181874978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=4689948837181874978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4689948837181874978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4689948837181874978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/03/bitch.html' title='The BITCH.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-4712027998639131328</id><published>2008-03-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:31:05.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bird day Charming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00267-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00267-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRD DAY, BABY EE!! &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;-Muackss- &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;the label 'Key to Freedom' baby!&lt;br /&gt;hehe!&lt;br /&gt;more surprises coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;hoho!&lt;br /&gt;S A T U R D A Y pls come soon.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to her big day...&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to Lil Amirul big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-4712027998639131328?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/4712027998639131328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=4712027998639131328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4712027998639131328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/4712027998639131328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-bird-day-charming.html' title='Happy Bird day Charming!'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-2172652161324912921</id><published>2008-03-17T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:21:07.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock Ticking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;1 more day to Baby Love EE big day! &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;4 more days to her big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;5 more days to Lil Amirul big day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-2172652161324912921?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/2172652161324912921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=2172652161324912921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2172652161324912921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2172652161324912921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/03/clock-ticking.html' title='Clock Ticking.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-8380432082994288815</id><published>2008-03-12T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:59:41.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton session.</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a badminton session with the Childhood Gang. It's been quite some time since we last did such exercise. As Charming was on duty, I decided to occupy myself with some activities rather than being cooped up at home like the Saturday before. And result was, we were not only enjoying the matches but much of the camwhoring part. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-Chures. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00195-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00195-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00198-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00198-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jailbirds act alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00203-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00203-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gangsters-victim cum singer in crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00214-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00214-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cutest ones. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00182-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00182-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture msg from Charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sent to me soon after he snapped the pix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sweet of my &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage3-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/collage3-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another surprise. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a limited edition okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fieelia's collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to my Baby EE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's the 2nd week of March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sooooo can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those plannings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those birthday celebrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those days we are turning twentyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those time we are allowed to watch RA movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those 'key to freedom' and bla bla bla label.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's coming rreeaall soon. Wohoooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 more days to HIS big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9 more days to HER big day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-8380432082994288815?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8380432082994288815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=8380432082994288815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8380432082994288815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/8380432082994288815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/03/badminton-session.html' title='Badminton session.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-7314846682918820252</id><published>2008-02-29T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:58:26.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Escaped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were supposed to meet up for sumptuous dinner just now. BUT Charming was called back to camp just after 13 hours he book out. Originally according to schedule, he should report back only at 3pm today as he is still undegoing a training in an island which I will not disclose here. So the plan is he was actually given a 2 days work and 2 days off consecutively until April, before he will be back at his usual unit. The thing is, 28th FEB 08 was initially set to be his off day! And to make it sounds worst, the last time that we actually spent time over dinner was last two Saturdays. Ya, 16th Feb 08. A super sweet belated V celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the manhunt for the alleged leader of the Jemaah Islamiyah militant network in Singapore following his escape from custody had caused Charming and other NS men to report back to their respective unit. I could hear his frustrated voice over the mobile when he told me of the news. Fact is, I was too. Our whole plan was ruined and we were forced to postpone it to Monday. That if, he is not activated. What if he is? CHOY LA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the JI Militan, Mas Selamat Kastari, I am still figuring out how on earth he could escape. From what I read, he was placed in a temporary cell which was held with tight security. He only went missing after making his way to the toilet and till then, it was not known where he moved. Like me, I'm real sure that others will start to wonder about the country's security following his evade. Well, let's pray and hope that this will only last for a while, even I know many important personnel have start cursing here and there. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our big day will come pretty soon in less than a month. Sungguh impatient. If you readers are still playing the guessing game here, let me just tell you that I'm not refering to our wedding day or what okay. That will be the next few years ahead, insyallah. Too early to get married la. We still need our space and enjoy our life first. School. Work. Get the 5Cs and so on. Heh. Aku tau, macam paham eh. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th March 08 &amp;amp; 21st March 08 are obviously an important dates to take note for FIEELIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;Happy leap day, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage3copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/collage3copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U're missed, B. Please please please sing me that DEALOVA song again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- aku ingin menjadi mimpi indah dalam tidurmu&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin menjadi sesuatu yg mungkin bisa kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;karena langkah merapuh tanpa dirimu -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18 more days to his BIG day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21 more days to her BIG day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-7314846682918820252?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/7314846682918820252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=7314846682918820252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7314846682918820252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/7314846682918820252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/02/escaped.html' title='The Escaped.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-1556232605795873441</id><published>2008-02-20T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:34:35.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially ended.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Past days were the WORST especially when Major Project submission date was coming. Lirong, Safwah &amp;amp; myself stayed in school to almost 9pm every single day to get our programs running perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our proposed date for the presentation with both evaluator and supervisor was on Monday at 10am, which was 2 days ago. However, things started to get darn bitchy on Thursday evening. The IP telephone was not working when we restarted the hanged PC. Tried various ways to get the connection and re-run the IIS in the server but still, it just refused to get the freaking connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Friday after my french peresentation, when we came back to check, another matter arose. The PC was locked by don't know who. Typed out all the passwords that we could think of, but still to no avail. Called our supervisor and the lecturer who was in charge of the lab but they didn't seem to know what the password was. Thought of using the other side PC to run my asp.net/wml program which I was in charge of. However before I could even transfer the files from my thumbdrive to the C drive, I realised that the PC didnt have any server that was connected to the IP telephone. Another problem! Another headache. I swear all of us we were so stress at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back on Saturday hoping that the lab tech could help us with reseting of the password. Unfortunately, we were told that the administrator who was responsible for the PCs configuration in that particular lab was on leave. His colleague tried to help us with the administrator's password but it wasn't successful as the lab was set with different settings. So he advised us to come back on Monday at 8am to look for the specific lab tech. The feeling was so sucky and we felt that we're doomed. With presentaion in 2 days time and we couldn't get the thing running. Omg! Not only stress, but we were afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As advised, reached school at 8am on Monday morning. Administrator came down and recalled the usual password he always used. BUT, still can't log in. Double triple stress! He went back to his office and came down with a CD and a small notebook. Went through it and re-installed the whole software that prompted him to set a new password. Success, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he was done with password resetting, both out evaluator and supervisor came in. So it was time to present and the IP telephone was still not working. Sucks! No time for us to look into the matter. No time for me to check what went wrong and so forth. I'm doomed! Individual evaluation and the whole network was playing trick on me. No choice, went on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected after the whole demonstration, we received our piece. Evaluator and supervisor were of course not pleased with our work. We were told to come back on the coming Friday, at first, to present our WORKING network to them plus the Course Manager. Yes, CM. See how serious it was. They said what they wanted to say and left with words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INWT test at 2pm on that very same day. 3hrs left to study, yet I wasn't in the mood. Couldnt concentrate and kept thinking why must all this happened. Why were we so unlucky Why the IP telephone wasn't working when I desperately need it to work. Why need to present to Course Manager. Why Why Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm, sat for the paper. Was fortunate that the paper was manageable although I didnt study. Used up 30minutes of the 2hrs duration paper and left the lecture theatre. Checked my cybershot and Lirong left me a message that supervisor wanted to see me. Met her and was told that the whole group must present again on Wednesday at 10am, which was just now, with a condition that the network must be working. This was because she felt that we were unlucky on that Monday when the PC was locked and IP telephone was not working. So, she gave us another chance. It was really not our fault okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, everything worked well just now! Hurray!! She was satisfied with our project and we need not come back on Friday to see CM. Relieved! We've passed the biggest hurdle, and insyallah, come May 08 we'll graduate with a Diploma In Mobile &amp;amp; Wireless Computing. Happy tak terkate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composition was done. Time for peek-a-chures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage1-ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/collage1-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the tedious and hard work was paid off.&lt;br /&gt;Programming wasn't that easy okay. It took me long before I managed to display those error messages using asp.net/wml on an IP Telephone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage2copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="339" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/collage2copy.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye Avaya Lab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00507copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00507copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00507copy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CMSK4 group members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best mates that I will confirm miss sangat2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31012008187copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/31012008187copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;POE group members. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With that, school term has officially ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time to get a rest and quickly get a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alritey, gotta siap2 to meet the LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gd day, pple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00259copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/DSC00259copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 17th Birthday, Mr Ayid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- coz u and i both love -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-1556232605795873441?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/1556232605795873441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=1556232605795873441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1556232605795873441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1556232605795873441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/02/officially-ended.html' title='Officially ended.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-651200938566196277</id><published>2008-02-10T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:17:12.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always.</title><content type='html'>Let's wait with anticipation for my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;Sameoldsameold busy + not in the optimum mood to update.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with exciting stories.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HEART U MANY MANY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;it's your lost, it's my gain&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-651200938566196277?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/651200938566196277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=651200938566196277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/651200938566196277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/651200938566196277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/02/always.html' title='always.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-1199978557783289189</id><published>2008-01-22T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:23:10.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Monday</title><content type='html'>Lesson began at 9am and ended at 12 noon yesterday, or should I say every Mondays. It was such a draggy morning for me as I forced myself up to wake up an hour before class commenced. Did that, I was still late. Ya I know, STANDARD ah. Hehe. Reached INWT lab at 9.40 and since Mr James was so kind, he gave me a mark. Haha. Indeed lucky. Others who came after me were also marked present. Reason being 'Sir, MRT broke down. Don't blame me.' LOL! Yup, it was on the news actually. &lt;em&gt;Tapi dorang ni lambat sebenarnye takde kene mengena dengan MRT. Nak attendance nye pasal je&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after lab session, Sha and myself settled at my Mp lab to surf the web browser. We wanted to kill time while waiting to have lunch with Hanna whose class duration lasted the same as us. Only that this NAFA student wasted time on transportation back to Tampines. &lt;em&gt;Kesian betol ni minah halloween. &lt;/em&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Sha's handset rang, we off the PCs and left the lab. Made our way to Tamp inc to reunite with Hanna. As usual, both Tp mates were late. Eh, blame the bus this time. 23 was freaking darn late okay. &lt;em&gt;Sumpah tak bedek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Food Culture at Century Sq to have our heavy lunch. &lt;em&gt;Maha lapar smue.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Then while eating, I realised that someone was waving at me from far. Obviously I know this someone la. Hehe. That someone was..... Someone who had lost so much weight. Someone whom I only viewed her blog and friendster to get updated. Someone whom I've never met for quite some time. Someone who is in love with the boify and looked matchable together. Someone who has been wanting to know about my surprising life. Someone who has the same bangs as me. Above all, I'll let you know about this 'Someone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then. Hanna and Sha went to pierced their tragus. 2nd tragus okay. The first time was on their left and this time it was on the right. &lt;em&gt;So korangs, dah complete kan. Dah tak nampak botak lagi. &lt;/em&gt;Haha. When comes to this little2 things, Mum and Charming always shared the same view. They don't allow me to pierce anyhow due to this and that when I popped the question. Typical of Mum. Typical of Charming. But whatever it is, I still love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to wrap up my Monday, the 2 girls accompanied me to pay Charming's bike installment. And this particular Red Yamaha Spark 135 caught their eyes. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Sanggup suruh aku tanye the harga. Gi amek lesen dulu la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Friendster &amp;amp; Messenger list had been edited. Most photos were uploaded at Aliah's friendster profile. But sorry to others as my profile is restricted to 'FRIENDS ONLY.' Messenger wise, I've blocked &amp;amp; deleted some contacts which I'm not fond of or those who I only talk to once in a blue moon. Heh. Soooooo, now is the short &amp;amp; sweet version of Aliah's Friendster profile + Messenger list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, pictures just speak thousands of words right. So people, enjoy picture'ing + caption'ing =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/220108-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aliah &amp;amp; CHF Hajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/220108-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Major Project groupmates. From left: Lirong, Safwah &amp;amp; Myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yea, the hair. I know I know...) Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/220108-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sameoldsameold Dhila. Luplup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/220108-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now... She's the 'Someone' that I was refering to earlier. Miss Mj. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(See, we have the same bangs. Wohoooooo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/220108-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOODBYE to the M1 simcard. Booohoooo. Singtel lovers, we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't ask, dah humban pon. Period.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220108-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/220108-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ending won't be perfect without a picture of FIEELIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-1199978557783289189?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/1199978557783289189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=1199978557783289189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1199978557783289189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1199978557783289189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-monday.html' title='Just another Monday'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-1383695660805001946</id><published>2008-01-17T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:29:23.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress out!</title><content type='html'>Major Project is driving me nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Booooo-booooo without Md Shafiee Bin Salleh around.&lt;br /&gt;5 days &amp;amp; still counting.&lt;br /&gt;OUCH..&lt;br /&gt;Friday come quick and please oh please, let my dearest out of the jungle safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS U HELL LOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-1383695660805001946?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/1383695660805001946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=1383695660805001946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1383695660805001946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/1383695660805001946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/01/stress-out.html' title='Stress out!'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-2937115484053794841</id><published>2008-01-12T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:26:59.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2008</title><content type='html'>Finally my blog is again, up and breathing with its latest fresh outlook. I'm positive of letting the url stays as it is but all entries typed since 2005 were already deleted. It took me quite some time to think proper as whether or not I should change the site and delete the unnecessaries. Being fickled, it was rather difficult to search for an outcome. But with the existence of Charming who shared his opinion and insisted that I should leave my blog as it is, there you go. &lt;a href="http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; remains. Just read, no hard feelings and oh! no comments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's almost the 2nd week of the brand new year. Resolutions? Hmm.. I decided not to come up with any because, I know I won't be able to fulfill them. Based on past experiences la. Haha. So why waste my time, right? I'm just hoping that 2008 will be a better year than 2007, definitely. What's more, 2007 wasn't a smooth sailing year for me. Really. Of course minus off the part where I found my true love after our 6 long years of friendship. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2008 brings more smile than frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y137/aliah87/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekends, people.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12208900-2937115484053794841?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/2937115484053794841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=2937115484053794841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2937115484053794841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2937115484053794841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-my-blog-is-again-up-and.html' title='Welcome 2008'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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-12208900.post-2368219721111369175</id><published>2008-01-07T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:06:16.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction.</title><content type='html'>WILL UPDATE SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG IN CONSTRUCTION!&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/12208900-2368219721111369175?l=fickled-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/2368219721111369175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12208900&amp;postID=2368219721111369175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2368219721111369175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12208900/posts/default/2368219721111369175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fickled-lia.blogspot.com/2008/01/kjhh.html' title='Construction.'/><author><name>Indulge In Reminiscence.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545053617935500657</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></feed>
