<?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-32309518</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:33:53.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after 1988</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309518.post-1679740970684162611</id><published>2007-05-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:57:32.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's happily attached with that new girl of his.&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the point why im crying like a shitass now!  A year and 5 months all to a fucking waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im strting a new blog a new single life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link me at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.velvetlaces.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-1679740970684162611?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1679740970684162611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=1679740970684162611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1679740970684162611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1679740970684162611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hes-happily-attached-with-that-new-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-9016387430057677786</id><published>2007-04-30T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T06:24:51.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what have i done to make you choose that girl over me&lt;br /&gt;have i ever played you, like you always do.&lt;br /&gt;have i hurt you deep inside that you want this to end.&lt;br /&gt;you know how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;you have our hopes and dreams so high.&lt;br /&gt;and now ure just washing off your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why a breakup.?&lt;br /&gt;just because you like that girl. well maybe you begginng to love that girl that you got no more feelings for me. am i that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, my love for you is beyond say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so crushed. This would be my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will change a new blogger soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get you guys informed.&lt;br /&gt;till then. im a single person right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-9016387430057677786?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/9016387430057677786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=9016387430057677786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/9016387430057677786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/9016387430057677786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-have-i-done-to-make-you-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-6441497976549080244</id><published>2007-04-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T08:49:47.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;&amp;amp; off day finally! so i spent the enire day from 11:00am to 11:00pm with the boyfriend.:)) The past 12 hours or so has been terribly fun, fun and more fun :D besides the fact that i have a 1200-1500 words report that is still waiting for me to complete.im a happy girl today. Or shall i re-phrase that, i have not even type out the shit yet! Im happy because today me and the boyfriend did nothing productive. We just wasted time! Its so fun to waste time then to chase after time (&lt;em&gt;which i did most of the time&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically had nothing to do and decide not to take the bike and take the public transport instead. i love taking the sbs with him, cause i can spent more time hugging him, kissing him, talking crappy staff, share jokes and just snore our asses off in the bus as it takes around 1 hr 15 mins from Bayshore to reach Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mebf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went cineleisure and rent a room, so we can have our private show shown at our own privacy. Cool isnt it. Its cheap cheap!! :)) its like 16 buckaroos only fro 2 friggin hours. and then we get pretty hungry and headed for Cuppage for lunch. Its good chinese-halal food. Basically it was  late lunch. really late. we had lunch only at 6:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: awak..awak... couple gado awak.&lt;br /&gt;me: hehehe.. tts like us last time. always fight for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;him: hehhhe.&lt;br /&gt;me: hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so we practically luff at the arguing couple. Okay we're mean.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mebf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch the BF decide that we shuld burn the fats and walk our way to Plaza Sing. I knew its only 10-15 mins walk from orchard. but guess what, me and him we're dead hungry by the time we reach there and decide to stuff ourselves with Mc Donalds. :)) i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE EAT ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mebf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shopped/window shopped till we're dropdeadtired. We played arcade, of course i lost with the racing car game thingy. i always lost. What. nothing surprising, i suppose guys are good in drifitng. in life too. if you get mydrift. &lt;em&gt;(winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mebf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. i bid goodnite to all. :) &amp;&amp;amp; pay should be rolling in by next week wednesday or thursay i supposed. Im gonna be richie rich for a day!! even if its for a day, im loving it people. YAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-6441497976549080244?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6441497976549080244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=6441497976549080244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6441497976549080244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6441497976549080244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-off-day-finally-so-i-spent-enire.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-5411659028371137704</id><published>2007-04-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:21:13.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IPP IS OFFICIALLY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER &lt;/span&gt;BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEEBAH!ANDRE ANDRE!! &lt;/em&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh-my-goodd. 3 months has swiftly past us. without us even notice it.its preety fast i suppose. Swarovski has been so much of a bliss to work with. My starting pay was $450 as usual, but today my cheque says &lt;strong&gt;$855.00.&lt;/strong&gt; :)) i know, they decide to pay me not according the school system. :)) im so happy.yipeess..(&lt;em&gt;jumps&amp;jumps&lt;/em&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;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/money.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think my contribution here, its not to a waste, the daily starbucks, haagen daz, coffee bean, delifrance, plum juice, fried char kway teo, durian puffs from the opposite hotel, TCC cheese cakes, that my collegues shower me with.you know those luxurious food. Im absolutely sanctify and blessed. :)) they even want me to contine my days there. i mean why not with great collegues and great atmosphere, there was never one time i practically have to drag myself to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells..and at the same time im missing sch and friends terribly!!! really bad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, bye swarovski, and hello school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i so cant wait. 2 more days to school!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-5411659028371137704?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5411659028371137704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=5411659028371137704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/5411659028371137704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/5411659028371137704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/ipp-is-officially-over-baby-yeebahandre.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-4388140105699241400</id><published>2007-04-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:33:14.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 more FRIGGIN' day of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; IPP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; we're officailly done with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Smiles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-4388140105699241400?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4388140105699241400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=4388140105699241400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/4388140105699241400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/4388140105699241400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-morefriggin-day-of-ipp-were.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-1813723694683815364</id><published>2007-04-25T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:28:07.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because i have been working since sunday from 10:30am to 9:30pm everyday without even an off day, my shoes decide to have its last day with me yesterday&lt;em&gt;.(it just cant take the pressure anymore, maybe)&lt;/em&gt; I had to wake up 8:00am in the morning just to get a pair of shoes for my today wear. how sad rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wednesday Market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with the sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/lalalamarkeet-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/fucktheface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i shall bid you goodbye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-1813723694683815364?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1813723694683815364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=1813723694683815364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1813723694683815364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1813723694683815364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-i-have-been-working-since.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-6248341610715179697</id><published>2007-04-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:17:45.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im tired. lets count down together people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 more days of IPP only!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&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/32309518-6248341610715179697?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6248341610715179697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=6248341610715179697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6248341610715179697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6248341610715179697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8075226419550939453</id><published>2007-04-22T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:22:00.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay heres for my manja-lizzy who decide to add and spice up my very dull boring life by jotting down the 10 werid things you dnt know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 WEIRD THINGS YOU DONT KNOW ABOUT ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&amp;&amp;amp; i swear you wont want to know also)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#1. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman cannot live without the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;#2. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman needs the mirror. I tell you she's a very insecure person.&lt;br /&gt;#3. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman likes to look at pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;#4. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman loves dressing up. I love dolling myself up. I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;#5. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman is obsessed with herself, her clothers, her Everything.&lt;br /&gt;#6. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman is a camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;#7. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman loves cheese cake, pizza, anything assocaites with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;#8. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman loves to look at mat rep. But when ask, she says "I HATE MAT REP"&lt;br /&gt;#9. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman is a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;#10. I, Nur Fatin Bte Ajman blushes very easily!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i told you. better off not reading. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehehehe. im going Tekka mall with the boyfriend in 3 hours time to eat chapati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-8075226419550939453?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8075226419550939453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8075226419550939453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8075226419550939453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8075226419550939453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-heres-for-my-manja-lizzy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-6811831639590631851</id><published>2007-04-21T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:55:58.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAM AND HOP was AWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Songs was pretty great. But the crowd wasnt into raggae songs. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their respond and reaction towards the songs like sooo Starhub. OMG OMG i know why, look at the OGLS. Shila. Starhub! of course. hahahaa. :)) i know u gonna kill me shila upon reading this. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy to see Shila Lizah Lilin and Aida. OMG. so happy you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i first hug shila. i see she so happy screaming when she see lilin back at the dance floor. (because by the time she knows me, fatin has already reached sch) the fact that she didnt see me. but i was already hugging her. See, what more can i say. Starhub. 3 years in poly, she still havent change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Lizah. so happy man!&lt;br /&gt;she was like: ko pegi keje pakai baju macam gini. wah best sey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. my friends were practically in their formal wear. bloody hell excited to see all my friends!!! its been 3 MONTHS man!!!! wuhooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lilin wer's the pictures?? i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so ppl, the pics of me and my classmates wont be up so soon till i get it from lilin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i wana dedicate this to aida, shila, lizah and suhara plus lilin for contributing the cab fare. Thanks you soo much. i forgot to bring my ez-link card and had no $$ with me. all i have was a helmet. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they so kind that because they want me to have all the fun and not miss any of the good songs, they all share cab fare for me! OMG it was good. The apek taxi was rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: apek can go faster.&lt;br /&gt;apek: wat faster.&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;(shuts up and then groans.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: apek drop me at the gate behind wer the driving centre is.&lt;br /&gt;apek: You want me to go to NYP or driving centre!&lt;br /&gt;me: nvm la apek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godamnit. everything was so perfect that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandaida2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my aida! i soo miss her. she's having so much fun in life. im so happy fer her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a new staff at werk. and she decide to take pics with me for no reason. its kind of weird when you know a person hours back and she decide to take some shots with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/jillnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis say i look different in this picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-6811831639590631851?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6811831639590631851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=6811831639590631851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6811831639590631851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6811831639590631851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/jam-and-hop-was-aweeesssooommmeee.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-3041716887480389647</id><published>2007-04-20T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:58:29.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so practically the day before yester day me and the boyfriend decide to go for a swim at bedok swimming pool at 8:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The chlorine smell is AWESOME baby!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/qq-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we get preety addicted that we decide to go for another dip at Jurong Swimming pool. Hahaha saw that Boncet Razali at the swimming pool with the new girlfriend. They look so cute wearing pink! Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-3041716887480389647?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3041716887480389647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=3041716887480389647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3041716887480389647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3041716887480389647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-practically-day-before-yester-day-me.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-3179807650329956276</id><published>2007-04-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:00:02.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i thought ben and jerrys is pure LOVE. :) sighs. i want more ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls people. especially my dear NYP friends. if i come back sch and you think im fat, just keep it to yourself okay. hehehe. i hve been eating alot!! OH NO im fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/jjjj.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is when my sis, decide to treat me and mum alot of good-faat-food. and i have to say this. I LOVE THOSE FOOD THAT MAKES ME FAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice-creaaammmss... yummm..&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;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/memeandmeagaian.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-3179807650329956276?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3179807650329956276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=3179807650329956276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3179807650329956276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3179807650329956276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-thought-ben-and-jerrys-is-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8038995825778755705</id><published>2007-04-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:04:42.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;AGAINandagain im saying this. im writing this entry on a standard wordpad that is available in all PCs due to bad internet connection. so i have to practically Ctrl+A and then Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V on my blogger post once the interent is up. I swear i have to say that Singnet/Singtel is not freindly to me. So let me just srts my drift from here....okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally im back at the outlet. No more stress from the office. :))) its freedom people!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, im gonna sincerely jot down the major and minor things that im gonna miss in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. The ah soh that makes for me coffee everyday. &lt;em&gt;( They make for me coffee okay! i feel very appreciated though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;#2. The kecoh-kecoh of the very aunty aunty collegues.&lt;br /&gt;#3. The meeting of press&lt;br /&gt;#4. The reading of good magazines.&lt;br /&gt;#5. Calling up the police-station to ask for permission forms to conduct lucky draws.&lt;br /&gt;#6. Meeting the stylist of fashion magazines.&lt;br /&gt;#7. Calling up the editors and writers of magazines to give us a page in their next issue.&lt;em&gt; (i know this might sound rather pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;#8. The long walk to the nearest makan place during break time. I have to pass two petrol kiosk to get to the eating house kay.&lt;br /&gt;#9. The choosing of accessories for the models to wear in the next run-way show.&lt;br /&gt;lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10. THE YAKULT VENDING MACHINE THAT IS LOCATED OUTSIDE THE LIFT :)) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i've contributed a thoudsand and one sixty-cents and you've made my life a-bit more healthier i suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pps: pls refill the green apple flavour its SOLD OUT) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sourgum.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE. have to read the magazines and sign to show that we read it okay. Its like oral+comprehension+abit of everything. Later they will ask me like &lt;br /&gt;"so any news abt swarovski??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tody, i've made a total sales of $3000 in the swarovski centrepoint outlet that my manager wants me to work tmmorow when its supposed to be my off day. its sad sad okay.&amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp; why isnt my internet in good working condition?!?!?!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the hectic day at work, im glad my sis brought home pints of haagen daz ice-cream fer me to get myself fat wtih. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/tastelikenoother.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-8038995825778755705?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8038995825778755705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8038995825778755705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8038995825778755705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8038995825778755705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/againandagain-im-saying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-1203470581603454106</id><published>2007-04-07T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:09:22.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/rrr.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-1203470581603454106?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1203470581603454106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=1203470581603454106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1203470581603454106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1203470581603454106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-2766325749589723283</id><published>2007-04-07T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:42:40.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAW WEE KEONG AT PASIR GUDANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is a big thing okay.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/weekeong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) to those who might not know what is Pasir Gudang, its actually a racing track in Malaysia for both cars and motorcycles. Cornering and Drifting kinda thing. and i still cannot frigging believe i saw Wee Keong okay. He's also a racer himself. Wee Keong!! haaha. all the way in Malaysia i see my Nanyang Polytechnic mate! cool isnt it! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/PGpart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the awsome sight and smell of Malaysia! yeah baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/PGPart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;checking of tyre pressure in the middle of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/PGPart3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the whole outing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and the boyfriend meet up at 7:00am under my void-deck. 7:00am okay! i tell you. i barely open my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;as usual we'll meet up with the rest at BKE and proceed our way to Pasir Gudang after that. The only thing that is different today. Fahrin is not with us. &amp;amp; I feel GODDAMN INDEPENDENT BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrin will usually take-care of me sort of thing. and whatever i do he will somehow report it to my mum la. I seeriously i dont mind but i finally feel the sense of independency without him! We(me and boyfriend) have to like figure out the roads ourselves and eveerything ourselves. and we pull it through together BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheather was extremely HOT. Its Hot Hot! my shawdows are practically rite under my nose.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a very distinguish line on my arm that seperates 2 skin tones. a clear and a sun-burnt one. its U-G-L-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-2766325749589723283?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2766325749589723283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=2766325749589723283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2766325749589723283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2766325749589723283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-saw-wee-keong-at-pasir-gudang-and.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-1033179621487581827</id><published>2007-04-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:15:46.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; today i ahd a very interesting part in my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an appointment with the "HER WORLD BRIDALS" Fashion stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/socialite.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "socialite" necklace caught alot of my collegues attention though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; not only that today is my first day i met my in-store-manager. She was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manager: hi...so you're my poly intern?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes. (shakes hand)&lt;br /&gt;manager: wel...how do i call you.&lt;br /&gt;me: fatin. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;manager: faa... fa what?&lt;br /&gt;me: (repeats) fatin.&lt;br /&gt;manager: faa...tin?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes&lt;br /&gt;manager: do you have a shorter one?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm....nur?&lt;br /&gt;manager: THAT'S GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so really. isit me or she? Is the name fatin long? lols. wells. i will have to make do with Nur for 2 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sometimes she calls me and i dont even acknowledge. Im not used to people calling me Nur.!! HAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, she told me i have a very very important job, which is to meet the fashion stylist of Her World Magazine at 4:00pm. Now i FEEL IMPORTANT PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, here's one of the major events tt i was in a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/bridalswarovski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the bridal modelling event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/bridal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swarovski Spring/Summer collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people i hate to say this but im mentioning it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY JOB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the great thing is that, they want me to work with them after my attachment!! cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and tml, im going malaysia with the boyfriend, pray for my save journey pls. Thanks. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-1033179621487581827?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1033179621487581827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=1033179621487581827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1033179621487581827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1033179621487581827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-i-ahd-very-interesting-part-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8836602346129812117</id><published>2007-04-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:28:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so me and the boyfriend went jalan-jalan at Labrador Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: i dont know if the spelling of "Labrador" correct anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;so after sending me to a hospital appointment, the boyfriend decide to have a mini picnic together bbbbyyyytheway, the last time i had such romantic time with the biyfriend at the seaside/beach or whatsoever, was when we first met in 01012006. How sad rite? I know. I know. &lt;em&gt;(nods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/labrador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-8836602346129812117?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8836602346129812117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8836602346129812117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8836602346129812117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8836602346129812117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-me-and-boyfriend-went-jalan-jalan-at.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-2397211116823795023</id><published>2007-04-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:20:39.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i swear-to-god i wont deny the fact im a very boyfriend-oriented kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, after being posted to the swarovski outlet, now im shifted to the back-end of swarovski (the office)under the marketing department. I didnt know its kinda fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) we meet the press.&lt;br /&gt;2) we make phone calls to magazine editors,&lt;br /&gt;3) read alot of famous magazines&lt;br /&gt;4) &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; whats more fun, the part of magazine/or newspaper is only about Fashion Fashion Fashion. Im soooo in lurrvvee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya, the bad thing is bad, i got a whole lot of magazines to read! like really alot.The press release meet-up and appointments, come out free gifts for the press, to be the marketer of swarovski.&amp;amp; how the fashion &amp; lifestyle in Singapore. The trends everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i basically have known, a few famous editors for mags like&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen, Bazaar, Cleo, Nuyou, Her World &amp;amp; lots lots more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHECK OUT THE PICS BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/atoffice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/atoffice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats basically what a marketer does.i Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; After work, me and the family together with the boyfriend goes to the airport.For a short-break from the stress at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/airport.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-2397211116823795023?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2397211116823795023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=2397211116823795023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2397211116823795023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2397211116823795023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-swear-to-god-i-wont-deny-fact-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-3900402423581854767</id><published>2007-03-31T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:58:21.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;At present, his off to a friends pit. I dont know why (out-of-a-sudden) i have this very unsecure feeling in me. maybe because they have a saying. &lt;em&gt;"once bitten twice shy."&lt;/em&gt; since im being duped once, i seriously do have a problem in trusting you again. and i mean it. its hard, hard. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont blame it on me this time for not trusting you. but i blame you for betraying my trust not once but three times to four times. now the trust is gone.&amp; i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;if you suceed to gain the trust back, its of your own benefit. i do have a huge issue on TRUST. to love is to trust. to trust is to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it could have been my most brainless and obtuse blunder or in simpler; mistake that i have done. which is to be giving you the never-ending 2nd chances which i doubt many, like me, does it too. wells, in simpler, i shall just have to make believe that a dumb-auquarius like me will only do repeated mistakes.everything here might sound cliche but i hate to say this.cause i hate to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tough tough to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. when's my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tide&lt;/span&gt; gonna come. but i have been having this veryveryabsolute cranky moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;maybe. soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-3900402423581854767?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3900402423581854767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=3900402423581854767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3900402423581854767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3900402423581854767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-present-his-off-to-friends-pit.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-3627542324012034269</id><published>2007-03-30T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:55:36.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally a friggin off day! after 10 hours of work for 6 consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was dead. but nope. still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be the boyfriend spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the accident that my boyfriend had recently, we have had to take the public transport or better known as the SBS bus from now-onwards. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed from Bedok Reservoir to Bedok South to Vivo to Orchard &amp;amp; back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"maklumlah, duit dalam ez-link card masih banyak"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/vivotripwdarling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate alot. really alot. the funny thing about just now, we've got so much cash in hand but, we kind of lost and doesnt know what to do with the money. so we spent a sum of $30 bucks on just purely FOOD FOOD FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, remebered in one of my entries, i mention that i would have a full update on some-kind of appreciation thing to the vanquiz grp. well, its because my boyfriend met up with an accident. So my family went down at the scene and so does vanquiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister was super free to have the pics taken.&lt;br /&gt;i was more in panic state. really, i strted crying on the way to the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a collage that my sister did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/12-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the ambulance? i had a free ride together with the boyfriend in the ambulance!&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is shiok! i feel so important. getting the front seat in the ambulance. when we reach Singapore General Hospital, guess what was my boyfriend first line when he got off from the ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: awak ade gatal gatal dengan ambulance tu nye driver tak?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh! tkde time lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next day i took off from my Swarovski work and brought him to the police station to have furthur report that had to be done and took care of him at home. i know i know, im kind. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/gopolicepost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! on the way back to the police station, i was thirsty so we went to buy bubble tea. but me and the boyfriend forgot to tell the aunty that we dont want the pearls. So my boyfriend came out with a brilliant idea to play the "SHOOTING-PEARL" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its easy. just shoot the pearl with your mouth as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE! I LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/bubbletea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/32309518-3627542324012034269?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3627542324012034269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=3627542324012034269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3627542324012034269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3627542324012034269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-friggin-off-day-after-10-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-1030932806078801310</id><published>2007-03-28T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:18:29.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;DISGUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a&lt;strong&gt; NNBCCB MINAH REP&lt;/strong&gt; strts workn in my beloved outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who are close to me knows im an anti-minah-rep person. really anti! and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she walks in with the super superduper mini skirt with a black tank top that reveals half the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she comes in &amp; says " manager sape? "&lt;br /&gt;im like. "dude! this minah rep werking here! confirm mepek"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pakian mcm nk pegi clubbing ke nak pegi keje."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. nevertheless i still assist her to meet our manager Miss Cynthia. after my managers introduction, my manager needs me to orietate her around! GODDAMNIT man! Y ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i help her around. Here's a few conversation on how a dumb NNBCB Minah sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i orientate her half-heart-edly. I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE MINAHS. and if i have the rights i would want to kill every minah rep in the WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;ppss: most conversation is a mixture of malay and english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okay first lets start with the crystal jewelleries.&lt;br /&gt;Slut: hmmm..okay..&lt;br /&gt;me: all the jewelleries doesnt have die punye price tag.so you basically have to memorise or just look at the catalogue if you dont know kay.&lt;br /&gt;Slut: HUH!!!!! No price tag!!! MAMPOS!! ni yng LECEH ni! PUKIMAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: ar... but you'll get the hang of it soon. All jewelleries ore made from rhodium silver.means no contact with shower or prefume or the silver will tarnish.&lt;br /&gt;Slut: Tarnish tu ape? Rhodium tu aper.&lt;br /&gt;me: ar...you dont know? later i explain.&lt;br /&gt;me: moving on, the gold are basically gold plated. they are not real gold.&lt;br /&gt;Slut: Plated tu ape?&lt;br /&gt;me: -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: HOW ABOUT YOU BRING A DICTIONARY EVERY TIME YOU GO TO WORK ALRITE GIRL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;amp;&amp; The worst part, she doesnt even help out! she's like a dumb-blonde-always-wana-look-good-kinda-thing. Except that she's not blonde, and basically no brains as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: you can go for your beak now. its 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Slut: okay.&lt;br /&gt;Manager: come back in 1 hr time because your next collegue Leon would go for his next break.&lt;br /&gt;Slut: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- 1hr--------------&lt;br /&gt;not back.&lt;br /&gt;----------1hr 30 mins-----&lt;br /&gt;not back.&lt;br /&gt;-------2nd hour-----&lt;br /&gt;return back to the outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo!!! this kind of people also exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: sorry if any of the above entries have Offended the minahs-minahs out there.i just totally hate you people man!!!!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UNLESS you can make my world go round and make me believe that you're a minah but a good great smart one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-1030932806078801310?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1030932806078801310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=1030932806078801310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1030932806078801310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/1030932806078801310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/disgusted.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-7053485716652101334</id><published>2007-03-23T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:08:48.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thnaks to those who are at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family, wes, fahrin, firhan, adha. and the rest whose names i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;thanks once again. I will have a full update soon abt this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-7053485716652101334?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7053485716652101334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=7053485716652101334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7053485716652101334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7053485716652101334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/thnaks-to-those-who-are-at-scene_23.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-7864304637927498726</id><published>2007-03-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:15:25.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I PASS MY FRIGGIN EXAMS WUHHOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad people! i did my parents proud, my sister proud, my boyfriend proud and most importantly, IM BLURDY-HELL-PROUD with MYSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LETS PARTTTEEEHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-7864304637927498726?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7864304637927498726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=7864304637927498726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7864304637927498726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7864304637927498726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-pass-my-friggin-exams-wuhhoooo-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-4863892875480944205</id><published>2007-03-18T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:22:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/bfbfbffbf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i spent the whole off day with my belovedddd boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we did today.&lt;br /&gt;- lunch in tampines mall at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;- bike washing at bedok reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;- dinner at marina square KFC (again.)&lt;br /&gt;- lepak lepak at esplanade&lt;br /&gt;- sit and chill at war memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you. we practically had lunch and dinner at KFC. now im so sick of it. to think of it again. wadahell. isit us or singapore has such limited choice of food to choose from? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend with parents (of both) came out with the topic for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;boyfriend father wants us to be engaged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boyfriend mother doesnt want engagement. wants marriage rightaway after NS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mother wants me to BE wed before my age reaches 25 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;father wants me to be engage after boyfriend goes NS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BOYFRIEND wants me to wear head-scarf(tudung) after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me: HELPPPP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is all this possible. am i that old! i wana be forever eighteen pls pls pls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-4863892875480944205?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4863892875480944205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=4863892875480944205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/4863892875480944205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/4863892875480944205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-i-spent-whole-off-day-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8894510443142515050</id><published>2007-03-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:29:15.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/MCMC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, this is my mini entry to show my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREATEST &lt;/span&gt;freedom. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-8894510443142515050?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8894510443142515050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8894510443142515050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8894510443142515050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8894510443142515050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/hence-this-is-my-mini-entry-to-show-my.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-6439552756187996625</id><published>2007-03-14T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:18:50.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/NABILLLL.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent my entire day palying with the boyfriend-sister's-son.&lt;br /&gt;he's so adorabbbbllleeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-6439552756187996625?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6439552756187996625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=6439552756187996625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6439552756187996625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6439552756187996625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-spent-my-entire-day-palying-with.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-9169172519697680602</id><published>2007-03-10T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T07:22:17.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;somehow i've got to agree with fahrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liars will always be liars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its utterly random here but i really need thruth from everything you do my dear daddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrin here's somehting fr you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that fahrina/sabrina/nurul whatsoever(i realised she has alot of names). is she in her right mind?&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i would love to see you and chacha together. you guys really make the world go beautiful. pls. as a friend, im telling you, choose wisely dude.:))) you're my friend no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sis will be constantly reading your messages. we will support you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalla...i bought for my mum and boyfriend mum's a gift from swarovski. i told you my attachment is pure bliss. :))) and i thank god for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/christmasssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomoro im meeting the boyfriend and finally an off day after 5 days of pure hard work. i really mean hard work can you imagine going to work everyday 10:30 to 9:30. i should be dead by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-9169172519697680602?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/9169172519697680602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=9169172519697680602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/9169172519697680602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/9169172519697680602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/somehow-ive-got-to-agree-with-fahrin.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-668990228049114789</id><published>2007-03-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:41:35.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay people i have to admit its very minah for me to put a malay song in the blog. Wells, i cant help with the song. gosh. i know i know. its just wrong rite? wells.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so tired. its 5 days working marathon.&lt;br /&gt;hadnt had any off day since then. boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;im so fatigue&lt;br /&gt;im so lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a good rest. i have been backspacing every single things i typed. I must be dead tired that i cant make myself sit and type out a decent simple entry of my every-day-boring-life.tommorows another working day. Frankly speaking i dont drag myself to work, because my IPP is kinda fun. But the fact that the working hours is god-damn-long. anways i appreciate to be attached in a shopping mall. i have been shopping here and there. In addition, shopping has been a theraphy since i strted work and those little fill-ins that make me a very very happy 19 year old girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im typing crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to have the sleep baby. Adios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-668990228049114789?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/668990228049114789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=668990228049114789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/668990228049114789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/668990228049114789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-people-i-have-to-admit-its-very.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8486260012728660804</id><published>2007-03-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:22:35.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOULD I OR SHOUDLNT I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cutcut.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells im in a midst of a dilemma if i should own a tag-board or not. Its frustrating cause you have people who's job is to comment and be such a disturbance to ones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to preety admit that im not that strong in accepting people point of view. sometimes its pure irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells..then again, im like missing alot of stuff without a tag-board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..well, since i realised that there's more cons to it.&lt;br /&gt;i shall proclaimed to not-own-a-tag-board.&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/32309518-8486260012728660804?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8486260012728660804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8486260012728660804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8486260012728660804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8486260012728660804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-i-or-shoudlnt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8638079352193983702</id><published>2007-03-05T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:21:54.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kenssss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-friend from hell t-shirt somehow does attract alot of attention from public.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/PIMPPPPPLLLLLEEEE.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i swear i hate my face. ive got 3 pimples for now. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so depressed with the stupid pimples. its so disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;i've been conceal-ing it. but it just dont seem t be concealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCEALERS ARE JUST PERFECT LIARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i hate my bangs i decide to pin up my hair.till it grows long. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-8638079352193983702?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8638079352193983702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8638079352193983702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8638079352193983702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8638079352193983702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-i-swear-i-hate-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-7995285919671070124</id><published>2007-03-04T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T07:52:33.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently listening to : Gwen Stefani Ft Akon- The Sweet Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izit me or the people around me gettimg more deaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first situation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation over the phone btwn Nadia and Sogol.&lt;br /&gt;Sogol: ekh. Kau pat 7-11 kn? Belikan aku Coke.&lt;br /&gt;Nadia: ar ar..okay.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sue: Asal Nadia. Ape Sogol nak?&lt;br /&gt;Nadia: Die nak ikot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Get it. Sogol wants Coke but Nadia over-heard and thought Sogol nak ikot. hahahah. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i guess coke and ikot rhymes afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd situation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me at werk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hi sir, need any help?&lt;br /&gt;man: Hao hao. Ni hao.&lt;br /&gt;me: !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? Ni hao? hahahha. WADAHELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i guess Singaporeans are too busy to even have their ears cleaned. :))&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. Funny lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE BANGS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i hate it!!! (claps!cheers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kentalbngs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I HATE MY BANGS.&lt;br /&gt;okay &amp;amp; i have just officially repeat-ed that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya.&lt;br /&gt;BF: you look so much better. You look more INNOCENT and TAK DEGIL.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you friggin believe it.HE SAID: i look tak degil. i must have been very degil all this while. hahahaha. ANWAYS.I dyed my hair again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser: you want to dye your hair ar?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya.&lt;br /&gt;HD: When's the last time you dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;me: 1 month ago??&lt;br /&gt;HD: AIYO.... your hair alot of colour already lehz.got 3-4 colours on your hair now lehz. Still wana dye ar?&lt;br /&gt;me: really ar? but ya. i still want to color. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehs. and i dont like the result. So i think i still prefer my side sweep fringe. compared to the bangs. which make me look abit of minah plus abit of cheena plus abit of budak-budak. its wrong! HAHHAA. anyways. no harm trying. its not as if my hair's no longer growing. its just that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Hair:&lt;/strong&gt; Pls grow abit faster. i will eat ginseng for you. Just grow okay. Preeety Pleaseee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting my new look, I went down to Siglap at 11:00pm for a pizzahut meeting.&lt;br /&gt;So glad to see ALL of my friends there!! Im like missing them badly. Mizah, Ali, Hani, Sue ya and all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting, went to Starbucks and im so glad to see my cousin working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: alamak awak. Ape jadi nagn rambot awak?&lt;br /&gt;Me: tk lawa ke?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: I like girls yang rambot dier side sweep. Mcm awak nye dulu nye rambot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: alA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at one of the models poster and say very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Ar!!! Ni la. MY GIRL DREAM HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here's bad English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRL DREAM HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I was luffing at him hysterically man! FYI its supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DREAM GIRL'S HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: heres something very very absolute random. Its like one-in-a-million kind of thing for my BF to say something officially sweet to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: If somebody kasi kite 10 billion dollar untuk exchange ngan awak kan, kite tak nak tau.&lt;br /&gt;ME: awwwww....REALLLY?&lt;br /&gt;BF: Lau awak?&lt;br /&gt;ME: lau kite? Hmmm... I take the 10 billion dollar!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was joking. And I had to spent like 5 minutes just to pujuk and console him and tell him I didn't mean it. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-7995285919671070124?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7995285919671070124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=7995285919671070124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7995285919671070124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7995285919671070124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/currently-listening-to-gwen-stefani-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8685035608468676929</id><published>2007-03-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T07:37:09.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently Listening to : Paula Deanda-Walk Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/fierce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend-lier side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/animeoflove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriends random comments on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: wow!!! my gf looks like a Barbie Doll today.&lt;br /&gt;me: that must be an insult to Barbie dolls. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. did you say Barbie Dolls or Babi Dolls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i spent ordinary time with the super-duper-beloved boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mynails.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: im sad.&lt;br /&gt;him: y?&lt;br /&gt;me: you dont like my red nails.&lt;br /&gt;him: i said that?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya.&lt;br /&gt;him: i must be sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;me: ------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;him: its okay awak. i really dont mind if you're nails pink, red or blue, ure still cute, beautiful turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. whats sleepy got to do. i dont see the link. hahahahha.and im always ASSOCIATED with TURTLE.!!!!!! :((&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo hoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-8685035608468676929?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8685035608468676929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8685035608468676929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8685035608468676929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8685035608468676929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/currently-listening-to-paula-deanda.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-998515651446923252</id><published>2007-03-01T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:34:31.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what can i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dont deserve the anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-998515651446923252?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/998515651446923252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=998515651446923252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/998515651446923252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/998515651446923252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-8645624446187929472</id><published>2007-02-28T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:25:47.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally a fucking off day. Absolute lethargic man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: its nice to have people reading your blog and then they come and visit you at your werk place. isnt it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Thnxs asrina for coming down!! hehehe. :)) so happy wen you couple came down. wow what a surprise. oh ya. btw, how am i suppose to tag at ur blog? hehs. you dont own a tag-board kan? wells. anything just beep me. i bet with my toes you and ahmad akan ke jinjang plamin kay. you guys look very sweet together. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for complemeting me at your blog. (blush)&lt;br /&gt;aiyo...next time bilang dulu lar.. i never wear make-up semue sey. muke macam bru bangun tido lagi ade tu.. hehehs. Really appreciate for coming down. :)&lt;br /&gt;thnkkkkk yoooouuu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zainal and audrey also paid me a visit. wow. another lovey-dovey-soon-to-be couple. wait. maybe im not updated. you guys da couple ekh? aiyo..im always not informed! hehehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwaysss...thanks guys. it really make a difference in the god-damn-boring-day i usually have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-8645624446187929472?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8645624446187929472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=8645624446187929472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8645624446187929472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/8645624446187929472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-fucking-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-3127845445025610537</id><published>2007-02-26T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:38:53.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/ReLe_cPTtpI/AAAAAAAAABA/XwbrNTmenNM/s1600-h/blueee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035832514847159954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/ReLe_cPTtpI/AAAAAAAAABA/XwbrNTmenNM/s200/blueee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it just feels like a huge, empty crater in my heart, all of a sudden. I don't know what it is that I'm feeling but I wish it would stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels so weird, does it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And for some unperceived reson, I can't stop crying and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, everything's fine, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just being me. WADAHELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-3127845445025610537?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3127845445025610537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=3127845445025610537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3127845445025610537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3127845445025610537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-it-just-feels-like-huge-empty-crater.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/ReLe_cPTtpI/AAAAAAAAABA/XwbrNTmenNM/s72-c/blueee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309518.post-665152317210405095</id><published>2007-02-20T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:43:00.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATIGUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like crying. im so tired. there's practically something to do evry single day. IPP has so much so contribute to my extreme-never-made-before tiredness.im very very thankful to the government for giving us, the nation 2 days public-holidays-for-the-chinese-new-year. at least i get 2 days off from the very straining attachment. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear beloved goverment:&lt;br /&gt;i think you might want to reconsider about having only 2 days off for chinese new year. or other festivals. I think we deserve a weeks off for every new year. hehes. i really really do think that i deserve rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my IPP mates, be glad for what your attachment is all about.&lt;br /&gt;there's pros and cons to it. Just look at mine, ive got good company, good people,great managers, a-moderate-looking pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work sat and sunday even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes 10:30am-9:30pm (opening of store till closing)&lt;br /&gt;i could be dead by 9:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. Everytime i bring tiger-balm and YOKO YOKO to work. Those massage oilment seem to be abit of help every now and then. So ya be thankful that probably your attachment isnt that bad afterall. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im glad to have great undersatnding friends and managers. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the sisters day out.Going out shopping like rich girls. when we're not.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my lizah shila and zainal and lilin and all my NYP classmates.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my Pizzahut friends. Hamizah, Ali, Aliff, Hani, Hadi.&lt;br /&gt;i miss Aida's comapny.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyhting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprising enough i didnt jot down the fact that i miss my boyfriend rite?&lt;br /&gt;well that's because he's been with me 24-7 accomadating to my very very long and flexible and sometimes in-flexible working hours.Yesterday he overnite at my house again. well did i mention, his BALD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, Aida matair aku da tk saba nk gi NS agaknye.&lt;br /&gt;BOO HOO HOO.&lt;br /&gt;fatins gonna be left alone for 2 blurdy years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padan muke kau fatin, independent la sikit. BOO-HOO-HOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/BALDGUY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-665152317210405095?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/665152317210405095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=665152317210405095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/665152317210405095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/665152317210405095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/fatigue-i-really-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-6990503252067994009</id><published>2007-02-19T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:49:36.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wen i was bored and being vain seem to be far more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;so here are the Swarovski Tiara Tryouts. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/miss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being miss swarovski is just a joke okay.&lt;br /&gt;there's no such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-6990503252067994009?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6990503252067994009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=6990503252067994009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6990503252067994009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6990503252067994009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/wen-i-was-bored-and-being-vain-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-874000297336266239</id><published>2007-02-18T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:47:44.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/chalet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is avery late update on the pizza hut's chalet. :)) enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-874000297336266239?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/874000297336266239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=874000297336266239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/874000297336266239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/874000297336266239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-avery-late-update-on-pizza-huts.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-7374929452973109934</id><published>2007-02-15T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:02:39.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy bbee-elated Valentines Day to all. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work, has been very very tiring and that its straining every power in me. Red-bull is no longer effective. by 5 hours, im like half dead.&lt;br /&gt;anway valentines day went preety fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as told, i was given an off day for tht day. im supposed to fech my boyfriend at school at about 4:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1:30pm. Still in my boxers, with droopy eyes, bacen face, red-bull tshirt given by lee, there was a knock on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alamak sales man pagi-pagi kacau aje..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its boyfriend at the door holding on to my valentines day present!!!&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!!!!! arrhhh!!!! not at the point of time when im very very very burok and very very ugly... with muke blum lagi mandi sey...&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine muke baru bangun tido kind of thing.. hahahha. thats rather sweet of him to go down to my house during his recess time to pass me my valentines day gift. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess whats my Vday pressie is? is something of my favourite. its white and its adidas. Let the pics do the toking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/VDAYGIFT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;exclusive limited edition adidas watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mahal okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yipppeee..so happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okaylah..if your boyfriend buys you a thousand dollar bouquet or have a romantic dinner that costs a BOMB. im definitely no where near that. but im sooo happy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;siggning off..lalalalla~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-7374929452973109934?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7374929452973109934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=7374929452973109934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7374929452973109934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/7374929452973109934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-bbee-elated-valentines-day-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-6809905113591671624</id><published>2007-02-11T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:14:25.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's what my attachment outlet looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/Swarovski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-6809905113591671624?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6809905113591671624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=6809905113591671624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6809905113591671624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/6809905113591671624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/heres-what-my-attachment-outlet-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-2444838877607200350</id><published>2007-02-10T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:46:52.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;pic taken at suntec smoking lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/youmehim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya. i finally realised im old man!. GODAMNIT. im friggin 19.&lt;br /&gt;and ya. countdown to the possible no of years more to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sins makin bertambah, pahala, makin kurang agaknye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with boyfriend the entire day. well that's how i spent my birthday.Now he's sound asleep at ma house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-2444838877607200350?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2444838877607200350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=2444838877607200350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2444838877607200350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2444838877607200350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/pic-taken-at-suntec-smoking-lobby-and.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-3359139520144615906</id><published>2007-02-08T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:38:53.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/RcwTL764-hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rzg2X4QhvJo/s1600-h/Labamba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029415979650185746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/RcwTL764-hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rzg2X4QhvJo/s200/Labamba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and so exammsss are finnnnaaallllly OVER!!!! FEEEEWWWEEEETTT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no! burdens not off yet. Next up is IPP. im attached to Swarovski Crystal Company.&lt;br /&gt;lets pray hard i would either get the one at Vivo or the Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;They say my jobscope is kinda big and broad. like road-shows, retail, customer service in the outlet, who knows, maybe they will ask me to design crystals for future. Hehs fat hopes. or walk on the runway with those crystals shimmering and blinging all over me. how how how i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skali kene lap cystal sampai berkilat ekh?&lt;br /&gt;MAMPOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahha. Dress code all black. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. cos my fav colour is white. and that's the dirrect opposite. i'll manage it well. hopefully. Basic pay is 450 per month. im proud that i strt abit later compared to my friends who have to &lt;em&gt;bersengkang mate &lt;/em&gt;and wake up at 8:00am. Mine starting at 10:30. i know im blessed. hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i've got shift jobs&lt;br /&gt;10:30am-6:30pm&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm-9:30pm&lt;br /&gt;and saturdays and sundays. Depending on the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im not blessed afterall. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE PIZZA HUT FOR THE NEXT 3 MONTHS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BOO HOO HOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to clarify things with the manager already. so that i wun be totally terminated. i will be back to my all-time-fav working place siglap pizza hut after 3 months...wait for me ppl..i'll be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just assume as though im in NS or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;"you know guys are stranded at tekong for 3 mnths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soo happy exams over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-3359139520144615906?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3359139520144615906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=3359139520144615906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3359139520144615906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/3359139520144615906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-so-exammsss-are-finnnnaaallllly.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/RcwTL764-hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rzg2X4QhvJo/s72-c/Labamba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309518.post-2253569790641832889</id><published>2007-02-07T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:38:53.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/RcwGBL64-fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_SagdylgOnM/s1600-h/Image(078).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/RcwGBL64-fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_SagdylgOnM/s320/Image(078).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029401501315430898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exams are major killer. 3 papers has past. and i've got no friggin confidence in all the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Business Finance was so much harder then i have thot. i couldnt even do a question. and i really mean it. i dont wana have those annoying sub-papers. But i so forsee the red marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorang tk agak2 sak set question&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loosing my drive to study. I dont see the point. i study and i still cant do it. ive been sleeping at 2-3am mugging like nobody business and still cant do for exams. i might as well continue to blog, do my shopping, sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK-UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law and EFMA to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so doomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-2253569790641832889?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2253569790641832889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=2253569790641832889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2253569790641832889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/2253569790641832889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/exams-are-major-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EaDMmztVuto/RcwGBL64-fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_SagdylgOnM/s72-c/Image(078).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309518.post-117039810551015632</id><published>2007-02-01T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:35:05.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sisterlylove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&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;i know its a major sin to go shopping when exams is less then 3 days away. But somehow, lets think positive. Its known as the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"dis-stresser"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-117039810551015632?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/117039810551015632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=117039810551015632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/117039810551015632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/117039810551015632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-its-major-sin-to-go-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-117012990922944832</id><published>2007-01-30T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:08:06.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;they say "Life is all about making choices." oh so cliche rite? Well,the thruth is, we ended up not getting what we choose. BOO HOO HOO. i dont wana have exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPP next next week. MAJOR EXAMS next week. and im sinnnnfully blogging here. i hadnt touch on any of my modules yet. im nervous and panic and so afraid if i could not have the fucking time to finsh revising on my modules. i've got freaking 5 subjects. Made up of. Business Law, Marketing Mgmt, Business Finance, Essentials of financial &amp;amp; managment accountings and lastly retail and travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WADDAHELL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls pls pls. i need the drive to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things i need to stay away from&lt;br /&gt;-Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;-PC.&lt;br /&gt;-Adobe Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;-REFIGERATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 7-11 opposite my block. those frquent trips i made to buy my unnecessary snacks.&lt;br /&gt;really! i need to study! okay. i will strt studying at 12:15 considering its 12:00pm sharp now! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try. lets all hooks fingers and pray i will do the best for exams. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-117012990922944832?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/117012990922944832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=117012990922944832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/117012990922944832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/117012990922944832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/they-say-life-is-all-about-making.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116955517704244182</id><published>2007-01-23T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T04:26:17.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently listening to: Blueberry yum yum by Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; i have been pretty busy with school for the past days. What do you exapact from us business women rite? LOLS. anw, i shall self-proclaimed that today SUCK. i shall declare it as my bad-luck-day-kinda-off thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning at 9:00am&lt;br /&gt;Sec Ex-Boyfriend decide to irritate me like shit. It was so irritating.that i had to shout at him. But it still didnt work.Call up boyfriend. tell him what happen. Boyfriend call him up. Guess wht happen. He scolded boyfriend bck. He got the balls to do it man. &lt;br /&gt;PHYSCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF: APE KAU NK AR NGAN POMPUAN AKU AR?&lt;br /&gt;EX: Sape kau?&lt;br /&gt;BF: AKU TAU LA SAPE AKU.&lt;br /&gt;EX:AH..malas ar. aku nk bubual ngan pompuan kau aje.&lt;br /&gt;BF: APE KAU NK NGAN DIE.&lt;br /&gt;EX:Buat ape kau nk tau&lt;br /&gt;BF: SEBB AKU MATAIR DIE LAR.KAU JGN KACAU MATAIR AKU LAGI&lt;br /&gt;EX:aku cume nak mintak maaf ngan die aje.&lt;br /&gt;BF: TU KAU NYE PASAL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) solved. 3 mins ltr..call again at my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINABEHCHEEBY.DONT DIDTURB ME PLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: make sure you're attached to a non-phsyco BF. ITS IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD MOMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 6600 handphone died on me. NO RECEPTION and 5 buttons, on the keypad i couldnt press. !@#$%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide to use old handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to restore all my NYP friends number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach sch, just realised that, old phone cannot make any calls and cannot receive calls. its DEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school early. thot of doing french together with Nurul. But she ended up late and so we didnt do the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to bring lanyard. Cant tap for lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shila step on my feet 2 times today and it hurts so much! hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mktg project, a FUCKING "C" man!!! AAAARRRrrggh. i think zainal put alot of effort on the designs everything. i dont know whats up w that tutor man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made my way to buy waterproof eyeliner. i thought i had cash in my wallet. about to make payment, i just realised i hadnt had any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can i use NETS here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above $5 bucks only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;price of eyeliner: $4.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! went to the nearest ATM to withdrew cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116955517704244182?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116955517704244182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116955517704244182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116955517704244182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116955517704244182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-listening-to-blueberry-yum.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116896577456111425</id><published>2007-01-16T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:47:08.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/MAKE-OVER.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/results.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokey taugey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at home and internet connection is SHIT! Like really SHIT. for the past 2 days its been dead. Especially when i need to use it for school purposes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, because my boyfriend has been pretty busy with work, i shall be a good girlfriend and stay at home and do some revicion for exams. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; and i dont see the point saying the above sentence, because im still  blogging. Alrights, lets make it a deal, after blog, i shall study kay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so life at school is SINCERELY AND I SWEAR BORRRIIINNNGGGG. like totally bored. The prescence of my poly-friends were the only drive for me to go to school. Hehs. I went school with my new-hair. Really. Shila and Lizah didnt saw the difference,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ema went : " There's a difference with your hair, but i just dont know what izit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilin go: "your hair look healthier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat: "You cut your hair ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lam: "Did you change your parting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. no-one actually realise that i change the hair color. FYI for those who seem t see something different in me today and not quite sure about what i did or what acually happen, i change my HAIR-COLOR. only that. Not change of parting, not cutting and i didnt eat any ginseng to make my hair healthier. hehehe. i'll host up the make-over-of-the-hair in a while ive got to wait fer my sis to finish work as she's holding onto my memory card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116896577456111425?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116896577456111425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116896577456111425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116896577456111425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116896577456111425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/wokey-taugey.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116883889326488077</id><published>2007-01-14T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:28:13.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ferr girls out dere..&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;br /&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him. &lt;br /&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. &lt;br /&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. &lt;br /&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends. &lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. &lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i rip this off from my pizzahut friends blog. Its a forward-ed-email-chain-kind-of-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. let me see and edit, concluding that i have a boyfriend and some of the criterias above dont telly with what i have been going through with the boyfriend for a year plus plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;point no. 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay past 2 days he calls me fabulous. Yesterady he said i look geourgeous. Usually he will go "you look pretty". But he NEVER say i was BEAUTIFUL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who calls you back when you hang up on him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never does that right-at-that-point-of-time, but he always does the calling after an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about, if he sees me sleep, he hugs and sleeps together with me. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay he does that a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a point he never did. He will usually, get me a mirror and ask me to groom my-self back so i will look perfect. So i dont know if thats good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who holds your hand in front of his friends. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells.. heres a point i can totally agree on. he holds my hand infront of his friend, my friend and even our PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. he dont go "thats her.." but he'll go.. "tu pompuan aku"&lt;br /&gt;so does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so concluding from the points above, only 3 points out of 8 were pefect. the rest need some adjustments. So am i with the right guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, im happy and content with what i have already. :)) XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116883889326488077?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116883889326488077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116883889326488077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116883889326488077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116883889326488077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/ferr-girls-out-dere.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116859876260855237</id><published>2007-01-12T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:50:47.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/fatyn/new.jpg" width="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention EFMA was a killer? well, it certainly was man. Concluding from the test that i sat for just now, i guess my marks would be prettyy close to zero. :)) &lt;em&gt;and really i don't know why i just inserted that smiley for. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, im rite now chatting with my far-away-cousin from Malaysia. Im jus bored and i insisted not to strt on my projects yet. Maybe later at night. Ok, i've got bloody-red-right-eye. Must be that the contact lense have gone dry. :(( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me what to do. Weather outside has so much so contributed to the boring-ness. Boyfriends working till mid-night so won't be seeing him. Tomorrow's my turn working till mid-night, i guess i wun be able t see him as well. -CRIES- 2 days without boyfriend= BOREDOM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. i forgot to mention this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM FELL DOWN JUST NOW.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Car Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt being rude here to laugh at her, but she did a SPLIT man! i cant even do that. I know it hurts. that's why she's in her room resting for now. But hey! A SPLIT! really, i wish i had reacted fast enough and took a pic of her. ok im bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116859876260855237?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116859876260855237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116859876260855237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116859876260855237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116859876260855237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-i-mention-efma-was-killer-well-it.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116853487563362009</id><published>2007-01-12T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:03:22.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; i decide to host up some old pics of both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/DSKGJSDcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost (claps) for me who have finished her last-minute-studying for the module EFMA which would be tested in few hours time considering its 1:45am now Jan 12-07. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(claps). *Throw flowers at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm. faham ke tak faham ape aku blaja tu blakang cerite lar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, before i proceed to my-always-redundant-entries, i thank lizah and shila for putting alot of effort for the Business Finance Project. really i think they went nuts striving with the projetcs. it was alot of hardwork and i definitely knew and appreciate it. Thanks girls. really,i dont know how i wana potray this teeny-weeny-appreciation of mine, but really, i mean it, THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and done with projetcs, left with travel and french project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tts it! EXAMS next. HOLY-NOT-PREPARED-OKAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not to worry, i hope everything will go fine and take everything day by day. :))&lt;br /&gt;i know im capable. i really wana grab that piece-of-ass-shit-paper-that-guarantees-my-life. they call it the "diploma" i wana make my parents proud. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, to strt off, i shall not skip my lectures anymore. i skip, 2 lectures, 1 french class and 1 more absent without valid reson for EFMA is debarment.  hehs. so ya i guess let me get back to the basic which is to attend classes religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116853487563362009?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116853487563362009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116853487563362009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116853487563362009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116853487563362009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-decide-to-host-up-some-old-pics-of.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116852630212364034</id><published>2007-01-11T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:43:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/meandhoney.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/newnewnenw.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i had family-reunion-sort-of-thing with the boyfriends family. Im so "paiseh" really. Most of the pics were taken secretly. seriously, im such a shyy-banana to even hold up my camera phone and make snaps. :)) hehehe. i just realised how "kental" i was. Seriously, BF Dad's sitting opposite me, BF Sis, on my right, BF on my left and ya BF Mum sat daigonal of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate. and ate. and reach home still hungry. i felt as though everyones staring at me during my dinner with the family. i really really don't know where my food entered.. Like really. hahaha. The family joke, but most of the time i think im lost. really, i so not there..i guess my soul wondered of, im just physically there only. hehehe i was a JELLY-BEAN man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend mum ordered alot. really alot. nasi goreng fr 7 ppl to eat, mee goreng seafood fer me, we had nasi ayam, mee hongkong, me soup, sweet ad sour fish, fries, fish and chips and lots more. really alot. anw, ya as i mentioned, im still HUNNGRRY. hehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116852630212364034?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116852630212364034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116852630212364034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116852630212364034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116852630212364034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-so-i-had-family-reunion-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116823495233233072</id><published>2007-01-07T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:48:38.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i will tell you my own politic from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lifes getting bored! i mean. whats there? besides more projetcs, exams, driving practical, early school time-table. and ya. those bore things. tht practically stresses me evry single minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's mum has been a wonder. She baked fer me cream puffs with lots-sof-custard. Yummy-licious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i wanted to host pictures of the custard-puffs but, only remebered after eating all of them. nyeehas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, good-free-food.:)) okay, ystd, movie marathon at my house again. Me and the boyfriend ate asthough we have not been eating fer donkey years. We bought the grilled pepper BBQ chicken at NTUC, 4 Cheesy Hot dog bun and also a regular cheese with spicy chicken chunks and pepperoni pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-chickenish! i didnt know that 99% of what i eat ysterday contains chicken till i type this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i told you im getting fat!Anw, ya, we finished all the food, by the second movie. Father was kind ysterday, gave my boyfriend a carton of instant noodle fer him to bring home. LOLS. he must have thought my boyfriend drives a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Macam maner Ian nak bawak abah? Ian bawak moto. Kotak ni besar sangat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha. anw, he promised t bring a bigger bag the next time he visit my house t bring the big box of instant noodles home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the Resident Evil, Jurassic Park, Johnny English and also Phonebooth.But somehow both of us doze off by the 3rd movie. Must be we're too full and ya..zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116823495233233072?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116823495233233072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116823495233233072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116823495233233072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116823495233233072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-i-will-tell-you-my-own-politic.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116809877102226465</id><published>2007-01-06T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:52:51.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"oh no awak sick ekh? kite take you home and take care of you kay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once i feel love again! wah. when was the last time he said something sweet as this? maybe when the first time we dated lar. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat has been such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Flu is getting frm bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;Sneezing non-stop irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose-block!!! yuck yuck yuck hate it man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, brought home Chicken Supreme Pizza fer my boyfriend fer his lunch. He fetched me after work and that we headed fer suntec to have good sugar-cane juice. my all time favourite drink.i had my chocolate cheese cake bought at secret receipie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im growing fatter everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya how can i not metioned that i work with my beloved Ali today!&lt;br /&gt;heheheh. He saw my mum and my sis and also my sis friend lar. hahhaha. Its been a long time since i last work. Tmoro im werking again. 12-5.&lt;br /&gt;anways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit. im god damn fickel minded just like wat shila said.&lt;br /&gt;Now ive gt the cash! then i duno if i should cut my hair or not! maybe i should just re-dye!! i DONT KNOW!!! PLs!! i wana do something with my hair but i dont know what to do with it!! Lols. i need more time t think and have it perfect so i wont regret!!! pls...shila lizah..i need more time t think hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116809877102226465?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116809877102226465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116809877102226465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116809877102226465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116809877102226465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no-awak-sick-ekh-kite-take-you-home.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116790438378799741</id><published>2007-01-04T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:53:03.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was strt of sch! my very first day at sch after the 2 weeks break which pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i was hell no mood to dress up fer sch since i wasnt in a good mood as i had a fight with the boyfriend. the arguments was stretching and seriosuly its reaching to nowhere. and there was no full stop fer 2 bloody days.Shila remeber u once say, that, since me and the bf slalu gado and tht eventhough we gado but we still together fer a very long time already, probably me and my boyfriend need to sit down and talk and somewhat discuss rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. we had a fight and i tried the sit-down-woman-and-man talk. bt it dont seem t werk lar...hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fought frm AMK (Ang Mo Kio) then we decide to try the shila method and talk at the coffee shop aftr having the lunch which dont seem t fill my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;and then it got worse so we switch venue t void-deck. and it got more worse. so i decide to stop the whole arguing and went home first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we'll just stick to "if-mara-i-shall-keep-quiet" method kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be kind and give-in when possible.i know his doing his part as well. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, zainal lizah and shila fufilled the promises that the 5 of us made.(lizah,nurul,shila,zainal and me) which was to redo-makedo and reinvent a new hairstyle. so zainal had this lowlights on his hair that gave him a natural look, shila had super jet-black-hair and lizah. She impressed me! like really her hair was nice. she had highlights and her hair somewhat or rather made her look alot fairer. with the new specs that she made. was cool man! she was a total NEW LIZAH! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad t say me and nurul didnat do anything t our hair bcos nurul realises that she should keep long hair and i think i should remain my hair length. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'll do abit of higlights maybe if cash permits.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, Ema had her hair snip short and Lam had his hair bald.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some wrong english used by fatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Lam where's a cap probably to hide his bald head. So i was calling out t Lam in the middle of the lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lam can i see ur bald!&lt;br /&gt;(ppl hear it as)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAM CAN I SEE YOUR BALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shila: Hahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;Me: i mean. can i see your bald head!!&lt;br /&gt;Shila: Yes that sounds better. missing in 1 word makes a whole lot of difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116790438378799741?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116790438378799741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116790438378799741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116790438378799741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116790438378799741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-strt-of-sch-my-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116771324030621962</id><published>2007-01-01T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:50:29.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/1yranni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i proceed, Happy Anniversary Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may sound cliche but really, i love you with all my heart. :)) more than anyone else. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, yr 2007 strt off preetty fine fer me xcept that i had to sent mum to hospt in the morning. wells here something very important fer the ppl who make my life wonderful in the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremsot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/FILE0024.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: You have been my greatest posession. Youre my life. though there are ups and downs, i think we manage to pull through it together. :) when i know its kinda hard sumtyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Squeezett.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizah (PH): The only time i meet you is during work and im so glad that i have you because you're such great advisor that im so literally in love with you. you understand me the most. we've been thorugh alot of love affairs. and i so adore the intimate gossips that we have. and how you made me walk from Geylang to home! Mizah is so evil. how we make our vigin trip to BALI AND IKEA!!! i really LOVE you honey!!!!!!!!!!!! Bali would be such a memorable trip and thnks fer sponsoring 1/2 the cost! LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/FILE0027.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida: Aida, im sad to say, i have never been there when you always needed me. rite? i know im sucha jerk. wells, i just need you to know that, without you, there's no me and my one and only sophian. You brought us back together. and because of you, we're together again. i dont know how you do it. but i really really thank you. excuse my limited vocabulary. but thats how much i wana thank you. We really thank you aida. THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Dazlinyouths.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz (PH): There's no way i can say I LOVE YOU to you. i will make things rest for the both of us now. eventhough i know u still love me like you always do. Its very sweet of you.You've been there during my ups and downs. Especially my downs. there's so many things we go through together. how we enjoy eating durians at Geylang till 4:00am and cant sleep well cause we feel very hot after that. i love the way u are. the many many days you sent me home aftr work at my door step. The movie marathon we always do at Marina Square. The times you call me at 3:00am because you cant sleep and that ure new house has no fan and you really really cant sleep.i think you know me better then i know myself even. Im sad things took a turn. but i really appreciate what we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Hadinfatin.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadi (PH): Youre the guy-friend that i always give a hug without having to think twice. You make me feel god-damn-comfortable. i love you because you know how t draw the line btwn relationship and friends and i think tts toatlly cool dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/InToXiCaTeD217.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisah and Khairiyah: you're my secondary school besties and im glad we still give each other birthday bashes evry year. hahaha. BUT pls pls..dont sabo me this yr. im 19. so lets act adult people. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no pics of you guys together!! damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizah Zainal Shila Nurul Lilin : you're the greatest people that makes my poly life really really meaningful! without you guys i think i wont be where i am today. Youre the best POLY FRIENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Menali.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali (PH): i met you in the early december rite? ure fantastic. seriously. Youre the type of guy that i seek in every guy.You have all the qualities dude. how how how i would wish you're older then me. :)) anw, youre smart, with good character good behaviour and good look. what more can i say rite? you have a lot of girls queuing fer you. so Ali, thanks for being in my life. Its great having you around. and i mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/FatinnHani.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hani (PH): hahaah. met you this yr just like Ali. Thanks for the good time spent and i know how irritating i go wen i say" Hani u gt this song...can u hlp me dwnload this song...can u send me this file...that file....and ya..what's the website to download the themes again?" hahahaha. Absolutley bonkers. i dont know how Hani manage to pull off my irritating-ness. hahaha. WELL...maybe u cant rite?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; so my hands are getting pretty numb fer now. its 3:00am in the morning. Pls dont be upset if ure name(s) not on the list. im just getting very drowsy thats why maybe i leftout ure names. but you know i know that we love each other. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara fer now. lets strt a fresh life in 2007!! feeweet.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...y is my boyfriends part the shortest amoung all?? hiaz.... i must be tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116771324030621962?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116771324030621962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116771324030621962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116771324030621962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116771324030621962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2007/01/before-i-proceed-happy-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116757151556920110</id><published>2006-12-31T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:51:58.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/mememem.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all muslims. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nt fergetting HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year resolutions? i haven thought of it yet. but i will soon maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously ive gt no drive to blog today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116757151556920110?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116757151556920110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116757151556920110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116757151556920110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116757151556920110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-selamat-hari-raya-haji-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116731258099932227</id><published>2006-12-27T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T05:29:41.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so, after four days of not meeting my one and only boyfriend. i really really kind of miss him. and so today, after werk, he fetched me, we had KFC at home and lots of quality time together. anw. his asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that his snoring is kinda loud at times that im backspacing every sentence i type out becuase i lost my flow. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i just ripped this off from Aida's blog and it is so true!!! Seriously, its either me being petty or really, "welcome to the girls life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever come late wen u're miting your gf. You being late is a No-No for us, geddit? Apologise immediately wen u reach her. Beta yet, give her a call, an sms, while u r otw. Apologise sincerely. If she sulks or screams at u, tats a gd ting. Dont scream back at her. All u have to do is stroke her back n listen to her whine. She'll be ok in a while. But if she doesnt, tats it. Its e beginning of e end. Shows tat she doesnt even care if u guys mit up or nt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2:&lt;br /&gt;When shes in her nt so good mood, dont be mad at her. Girls have their on n off days. OK, its nt all e menses fault, bt we blame everyting on it anyway, so just agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3:&lt;br /&gt;Tolerate her, PLEASE! Some guys juz cant tolerate their gfs. If shes being all cutesy n stuf, juz give her a kiss. Tat'll do wonders, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4:&lt;br /&gt;Dont EVER tell her to shut up. Just hear her out. If u really cant take it any longer, juz nod ur head n say "hmm..ok", tat kinda ting. You dont really hav to listen. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5:&lt;br /&gt;When e both of u go shopping, be ard them. They want to ask ur opinion on stuffs, it may nt really matter, bt girls juz wanna ask. Dont go over to e men's section n Never walk out of e shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6:&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her on her forehead sometimes. Dont force ur tongue in everytime u kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7:&lt;br /&gt;Have e iniative to ask abt her personal stufs sumtimes. Tat'll mkae her feel tat u really care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8:&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever say sumting lyk "Eh..u hav no right ok? Tat's my personal stufs". God. Tat hurts so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9:&lt;br /&gt;Msg her a simple "i love you" after u put down e phone, even if u juz said "i love you" while on e phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10:&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, talk to her man! If she daydreams, tat means shes bored. And never let ur gf be bored. Its nt her fault if she calls someone else, coz u werent there to talk to her n b w her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me number, 2,5,8 and 10 are perfetcly TRUE TO THE CORE MAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116731258099932227?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116731258099932227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116731258099932227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116731258099932227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116731258099932227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-after-four-days-of-not-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116711691984648078</id><published>2006-12-26T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:08:39.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/meandaida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; and so i just read Aida's entry. OMG. they look totally in love lar! So sweet lar! Aida i wanted to tag at ur tagboard but i dun seem t able t do it.. bcos i cant scroll down! hahahas. Anw, girl im so happy fer you. You guys look as if ure just "attached" . im so happy fer. Even my mum smiles and laugh to ur entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youre just wondering, me and ian doing perfectly fine.tapi sometimes tu ..i think you know lar ar... hahha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy always girl.i cnt b ter fer you always. but you now and i know we can always depend on each other. Pape just call me ky sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre my Loveliest freind around. XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116711691984648078?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116711691984648078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116711691984648078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116711691984648078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116711691984648078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-i-just-read-aidas-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116707560975782730</id><published>2006-12-26T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:40:09.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/menfizz.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard fer me to work jus now with you ard. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116707560975782730?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116707560975782730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116707560975782730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116707560975782730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116707560975782730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-hard-fer-me-to-work-jus-now.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116707215368118210</id><published>2006-12-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T10:42:33.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was great great great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects a good progress. 1/2 done with marketing, Law completed and Ict completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with travel!! wuhhooo... Claps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall elaborate more on my day tml. today im shagged. anw, i have good clean fun today at werk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116707215368118210?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116707215368118210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116707215368118210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116707215368118210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116707215368118210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-was-great-great-great.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116701425722076389</id><published>2006-12-25T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:37:37.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/merrychristmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing each and every soul a Merry Christmas!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116701425722076389?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116701425722076389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116701425722076389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116701425722076389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116701425722076389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishing-each-and-every-soul-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116701340773416677</id><published>2006-12-25T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:23:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Errors Made By the Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Venue:at Johore Check-Point with the Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;: Awak...Cepat tolong kite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;: Awak tolong kite hide the ciggrates in ur breast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: Awak!!!! You dont hide it in the breast..You hide it in the BRA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;: Ala....same je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116701340773416677?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116701340773416677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116701340773416677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116701340773416677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116701340773416677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/english-errors-made-by-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116685180653345940</id><published>2006-12-23T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:31:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;&amp;&amp; seriously, i miss working with Ali, Aliff, Hani Mizah and the rest. I sincerely sweear that i miss the working life. and this is the first time i felt that way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects are one-moder-fucker. it never seem to end. My ict project, im nt sure what question was i allocated to. was it 3 or 4. Called zainal but doenst seem t have any response. Nevertheless, i still have my law, travel, and marketing projects to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: does it kill to hlp a friend in need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well fer now, im gonna be good and do my law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116685180653345940?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116685180653345940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116685180653345940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116685180653345940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116685180653345940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/seriously-i-miss-working-with-ali.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116680560821538708</id><published>2006-12-22T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:40:08.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Lizah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i find it ridiculous to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aku upah kau ah...pls tolong aku ngan project biz finance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had the intention to treat you as employee or anything of those sort. A help was what i need. i hadnt receive any emails on Biz Finance and i had no freaking idea on wht is happening abt biz finance. There was no way i could do the project because i dont have the excel worksheet on my desktop. Nt only that, today (22/12/06) i left my hp at my uncle's house. Tts why if u realised i have been using my house phone to call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if in anw i offended you or made you feel used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116680560821538708?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116680560821538708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116680560821538708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116680560821538708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116680560821538708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-lizah-yes-i-find-it-ridiculous-to.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116663123173141186</id><published>2006-12-20T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:19:17.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i proceed with my official entry aftr days of absence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i have been very busy lately. In all, i find that time has been preety ridiculous. i dont know what it has flown to. my time surpass me even faster then the bullet train. Like realy really fast.I did a count fer my free days where i can just chill over a cup of coffee infront of a good movie and have fun time editing my blogskin, or just have good night slip with the boyfriend...and guess what, my free days are close to Zero. Zero. i dont know what i have been doing fer the past few days, but it is certainly not rewarding to the once-in-a-blue-moon holidays that im getting now. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised a pattern in most of my entries, do i have to strt of my entries with my irritating rants? such a disgrace, no wonder no one reads my entries. Shame! nevermind.because people can be childish at times and whiney most of the times (fer my case) i will rite my entries as to how i wish them to be paragraph and phrase. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me begin, (if im my instincts are right fer now, the next paragraph, would be merely anoter pure ranting) &lt;em&gt;((u may skip the paragraph if you want to.))&lt;/em&gt; &amp;&amp;&amp; so the wheather has been preety wet fer the past few days. resulting me in an all-over state and condition. Sometimes im with umbrella, sometimes im on a motorcyle all soaked, the nxt time, you see me all dry up on a bike with fulls-on rain-coat. But neverthless, im thnkful tt im still strong and healthy and not sick. Tts why i had the extra extra momentum to blog today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the wheather hasnt been kind enough to me, but i really love the almost-australian temperature tt i have been getting every night when i go to bed. it feels oh-holly-kemmolly-god-damn-good that i dont wana strt kicking on the projects! Seriously i have no drive fer the projects!! i would gv you 5 bucks to just help me with my Business Finance project. Its jsut 1/2 a question. But i seriously, its either that im super duper dumb tt i still dont get how to do or. maybe the Biz.Fiance just suck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps: price can be negotiated if you are willingly to do fer me my project. Anyone??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i just come to realised that, i have actually watched two movies in a week. DejaVu and The Holidays with the BF. and i still can say that my holidays are wasted.? Im sick man! The boyfriend has been a bliss eventhough most of the times his a pain in the ass. He went to werk in the morning, and so i fetched him at abt 3:00pm and then, we headed fer KFC and take the food home fer consumption and then we slept and then we woke-up we eat again and then, we met the best friend at my void-deck and then, 3 of us had dinner togetehr since my mum already prepared and then they went home and im here blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and thats that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to change my blogskin!!!! &lt;br /&gt;im sick with mine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wht the hell happen to Pizzahut. im rather upset. i knew its the holidays, PH sort off have more staff then they usaully have, but that doesnt mean they can ignore my prescence and i have barely any werking days in the roster! im so upset! i wana get a new job! i dont have any slot in the roster fer the weekdays except chritmas! Pathetetic! serisouly i need those ke-ching $$$$$. Hello!!! im broke here!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116663123173141186?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116663123173141186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116663123173141186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116663123173141186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116663123173141186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-i-proceed-with-my-official.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116637717635363451</id><published>2006-12-17T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:45:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im emotionaly depressed for now. This is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time you see me, pls tell me that ive &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; gone crazy yet. Because i have certainly believe that i just turned into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im really not tt perfect Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-im stupid&lt;br /&gt;-im dumb&lt;br /&gt;-im ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if this is bullshit or wat, cause i dont care abt anything fer now. and i dont wana care. and i insist not to care eventhough deep inside i care. But who the hell Care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really really really crazy. Get the drift? Get the Flow? GET IT ???&lt;br /&gt;i hate my violent moodswings &amp; I'm totally feeling empty all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend doesnt get the sense tt im angry with him. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really kick myself.!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really wish you'd understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116637717635363451?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116637717635363451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116637717635363451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116637717635363451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116637717635363451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-emotionaly-depressed-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116629170536369576</id><published>2006-12-16T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:55:35.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/etpp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha. Ecsape Theme Park with the PizzaHut friends is so much fun,bliss,laughter. i couldnt believe the fact that MIZAH CRIED when she took the pirate ship. Here are the few things she said while she was on the thrilling "viking" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizah: "arrrggghh!!!! aku nak balik!!! nak turun!!! aku rela kerje nari dri naik bende ni!! arrrggghhh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe. she literally cried. just FYI if you were wondering how old is she, erm..she's 19. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;we get our sponsored Hip Hop ice-cream which dont seem to quench my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, Alymn joined us. We had to go Aliff-mak-punye-kawan-punye-anak-punye chalet. WHICH IS nothing got to do with us!!!! hahaha. He barely even know the owner of the chalet. the fun part was that we ate the food there despite of being "paiseh" because we're extremely hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we surpise Ali with a very teeny weeny black forest cake that me and mizah bought at down town east, we brought him to the Pasir ris park carpark and lit the candle and sang a bday song fer him.! It work out well! :))) i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs. anw, we had good dinner at Mac and fer me and Ali we had our New York Pizza which cost us only $4 bucks.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what you have learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$10 is sufficient for a day's trip to Escape Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;-$6 for the admission ticket&lt;br /&gt;-$4 for NYP Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;drink the rain-water if youre thirsty! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2:00am in the morning. its super sinful to be blogging when non of my projects are completed. till then love each and every single one of you who made my day at the Escape Theme Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116629170536369576?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116629170536369576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116629170536369576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116629170536369576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116629170536369576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahha.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116628599930865705</id><published>2006-12-15T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:19:59.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/johoretrip1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the overloaded pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116628599930865705?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116628599930865705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116628599930865705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116628599930865705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116628599930865705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-are-overloaded-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116606466338958607</id><published>2006-12-14T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:51:03.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in sch and im having a mother-fucker 3 hours break before my French class strts. oh my what a drag.&lt;br /&gt;and so im back from johore!! im god damn shagged to the max. its one hell of a ride man. with hot swelthering heat during our way to johore at woodlands checkpoint and heavy rain drenched to the core moments on our way bck to Singapore. and not fergetting its JAM!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Straight hours on the bike.! &lt;br /&gt;my ass hurts BIG TIME DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really draining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn tired to even reply any of anyone's messages ysterday.&lt;br /&gt;for instance: Ali, Mizah, and ya Nazry, Fahmy and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 apologies guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'll host up the pictures, once i reach home. im just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK HERE'S THE FUN PART.(Enuff of my ranting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5:00. Surprising-ly my boyfirend's the one woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 he arrived.&lt;br /&gt;6:30 meet the rest of the riders/friends at Tampines Caltex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH, they only arrived at 7:45am.&lt;br /&gt;there were 12 guys and 2 girls(including me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact tt, i really cant stand her. She's one moder mofo minah man!&lt;br /&gt;her tatoos are straight turn-off. then she strted staring at me. I think she's in her mid-20's. Bt hu the hell cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend: awak..ure not the only girl, uve gt a friend.&lt;br /&gt;me: i DONT feel like making any FREINDS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend: i know you well. :)) (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. my boyfriend agrees w me. She so damn stuck-up.&lt;br /&gt;and ya. Majorty of his friends age ranges from 20 above to 30 and below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so they treat me like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rider1: haus tak? lapa tak? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..when we reach the woodlands checkopint, one of them gave me their shades. &lt;br /&gt;rider 2: na na adik pakai ni.&lt;br /&gt;me: ar...i got bring mine.&lt;br /&gt;rider 2: tkper2 pakai je ni..panas ni..&lt;br /&gt;me: okay... (bt instead i hand over the shades to my boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...they bought fer me food. :)) bubblegm, sweets, drinks and ya just to make sure im alright. i was really really treated like a kid. and the fact tt they cal me "ADIK" GODDAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun look as though im 14 ky. im so capable of tolerating the heat, the thirst. bt they insist to treat me like a small tiny weeny princess. which some how are rather very sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home, one of them gave up their racing suit and insist tt i wore the suit because it was raining heavily. so ya. i had the oppurtunity to try and fit myself into the tons and kilo suit. Its damn heavy man!!!&lt;br /&gt;i have hard time putting it on even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures will do the talking. i'll host it up SOON....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116606466338958607?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116606466338958607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116606466338958607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116606466338958607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116606466338958607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-sch-and-im-having-mother-fucker.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116593741812929494</id><published>2006-12-13T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:35:32.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/shoppingpleasure.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping has been the ultimate pleasure. :)))&lt;br /&gt;i think i deserve the womanly treat aftr projects and stressful ICAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Shila dont blame me for being broke! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shila lizah me and nurul our main mission by the time sch re-opens is to have new-hair styles!! wuhooo i so cant wait. but im broke.  hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, happy birthday Ali, im sorry because im not in Singapore!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray fer my safe journey ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE SINGAPORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116593741812929494?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116593741812929494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116593741812929494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116593741812929494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116593741812929494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-has-been-ultimate-pleasure.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116589612061915663</id><published>2006-12-12T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:02:00.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/PHManiacs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116589612061915663?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116589612061915663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116589612061915663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116589612061915663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116589612061915663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/photobucket-video-and-image-hosting.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116581704692037346</id><published>2006-12-11T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:54:06.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i was frustrated becuase internet suck big time ystd. ps:and it still is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i got my business law result. 22 1/2 over 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so see myself becoming a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;results have been major bliss. my 2 months of pure absence from werk (because i wana study fer my exams) is somehow rather benificial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so ystd i had an urgent call tt i have to rush down to pizzahut due to lack of staff. How sad rite, i was from school man. Bt see, Mizah's sick, Sue have to take care of her son, i mean why not since school strts at 3 tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werk was hell-of-fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i proceed, here's a light note for Mizah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: you owe me a scruptious dinner/lunch cause i have to drag myself from yio chu kang(Nanynag Polytechnic) to siglap pizza hut. Sobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya. let me strt abt werk.So glad upon reaching at werk to see Ali. I would somehow or rather self-proclaimed that ystd was the first time that i actually mingle ard with Hani. Usually i will drop smiles and have those add-in-conversations with her. But hell no ystd we even strt gossiping, joking, laughing our ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres some stupid remarks, we the waiter and waitress do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Aisah, kau da tanye customer tu die nak ape sauce for the pizza tk?&lt;br /&gt;Aisah: da da..&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Abes sauce ape? bbq ke tomato?&lt;br /&gt;Asah: Sos TIRAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bear: --------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aftr she say dat, the first thing that rings the bell in me is the song&lt;br /&gt;"Suriram-ram, Suriram.." hahaha. i couldnt get it out my head for like abt 30 mins man!! i kept smiling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then here's another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Fatin amek kan air masak empat.&lt;br /&gt;Me: air masak tu warm water ekh?&lt;br /&gt;Ali: tk..ice water.&lt;br /&gt;me: -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can ice water be air masak. once you "masak" the water its suppose to be hot rite? not cold. hmmm..i still dnt get it. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, ill collage the pics taken ystd at werk in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fridge is calling me.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM COMING FRIDGE!!!&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116581704692037346?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116581704692037346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116581704692037346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116581704692037346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116581704692037346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-i-was-frustrated-becuase.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116568341883345611</id><published>2006-12-10T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T09:01:46.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;i have this tendency, when i fight with my boyfriend, i feel like vomiting puking, shitting all at the same time. i such a weak-banana. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evrything in me just go haywire like a naked wire got soaked in slurppe. anw, things took a turn when i chat with Ali. I SO ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY LOVE HIM to the core lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his YOUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: can i love Ali?&lt;br /&gt;can i&lt;br /&gt;can i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he floats me man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a very long MSN chat just now. Somehow he made me feel asthough i didnt fight w my boyfriend at all. hiaz. anw, the sad-emo-cohistic moment just sets in me BACK. boo hoo hoo.. i wonder why do i get such fierce boyfriend. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my way of potraying that im gonna be dead&lt;br /&gt;is to sleep&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall sleep and go to werk tml and i vowed and promise to myself that i wun throw a very long and sour face eventhough i fight with my boyfriend. i shall try and commit to that. (pls pls pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God. Pls instill in me some strength. im such a super-super weak banana. Especially when it comes to situatiions like this. im like in malfunction state. boo-hoo-hoo to me. Fatin is so KENTAL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116568341883345611?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116568341883345611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116568341883345611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116568341883345611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116568341883345611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-this-tendency-when-i-fight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116567065341660380</id><published>2006-12-09T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T05:24:13.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im writing this entry at the time point 9:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what practically happen today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to werk early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;2.Ali's prescence at werk cheer me up. INSTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;3.Able to go home early. yippees.&lt;br /&gt;4.Boyfriend fetch me frm work.&lt;br /&gt;5.Go to wedding at Khatib.&lt;br /&gt;6.Go nck to Siglap KFC to take a carton of cigars.&lt;br /&gt;7. and my mood finally lit up upon seeing Ali with his menu. otw home.&lt;br /&gt;8. Fought with boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still fighting with him nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKYOUnabehcheebykanina! (expressing anger. not meant for anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tt make me feel abit better. sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP ME. I hate the current feeling. suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116567065341660380?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116567065341660380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116567065341660380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116567065341660380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116567065341660380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-writing-this-entry-at-time-point.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116559516203982062</id><published>2006-12-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:26:02.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i spent the rest of my day with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/meandian3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116559516203982062?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116559516203982062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116559516203982062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116559516203982062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116559516203982062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-spent-rest-of-my-day-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116548995343755827</id><published>2006-12-07T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T03:12:33.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im done with my very very very long executive summary report! and im proud of myself for doing for 3 hrs straight without even getting up from the chair!! now my eyes are blur!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw. HOORRAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116548995343755827?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116548995343755827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116548995343755827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116548995343755827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116548995343755827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-done-with-my-very-very-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116533729970991399</id><published>2006-12-05T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:48:19.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; this post is specially deidcated to Shila. Since you wana know what we did during the anniversary. Here's a glimps of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Fatinandian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i told you we were broke that we had to play the SIMS only. :))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116533729970991399?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116533729970991399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116533729970991399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116533729970991399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116533729970991399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-post-is-specially-deidcated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116528763231303019</id><published>2006-12-04T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:02:31.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;aida sent me this email. and due to boredom, i decide to host it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR SLEEPING STYLE WITH YOUR GUY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats urs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...mine falls uder the "future planning and promise sleeping style" and "sayang usually old man and young women sleeping style".&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/32309518-116528763231303019?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116528763231303019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116528763231303019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116528763231303019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116528763231303019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/aida-sent-me-this-email.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116521058406843053</id><published>2006-12-03T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:41:49.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;put it this way. i finally return to my pizza hut after 2 months of pure absence from work. im still glad that they still accept me as thier staff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. Work was hell-of-fun. I walk in and see 2 new staff. A male and a female. They are the "lembot" type. like seriously lembot lar. The boyfriend promised me to fetch me from werk ystd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;: awak, awak werk niari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;: i fetch you after work ky. you bring helmet tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; okay. btw i end at 9:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;: okay awak tunggu kite tau. kite fetch awak.&lt;br /&gt;me; ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at 9:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st call: no answer&lt;br /&gt;2nd call: no answer&lt;br /&gt;3rd call: no answer&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;at about 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th call: no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decide to call the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend mother&lt;/strong&gt;: assalamualiakum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: waalaikumsalam. cik ekh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF Mother&lt;/strong&gt;: ar..ni fatin ekh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ar...cik Sophian ade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bf Mother&lt;/strong&gt;: ade...die tido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: -------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;okay la tkpe..terimekasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he slept! verdict. orang tue2 ckp, ni namenye tido mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. how sad. BOOO-HOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116521058406843053?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116521058406843053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116521058406843053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116521058406843053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116521058406843053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/put-it-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116507747610101499</id><published>2006-12-02T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T08:37:56.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: Kakak, im writing an entry abt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: im going to rite about your love life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: okay. Must be an interesting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: sure (&lt;em&gt;evil smiles&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;godamnit.She's such an asshole. If you wana know furthur on what she wrote. here's her link &lt;a href="http://www.v-way.blogspot.com"&gt;www.v-way.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She puts the most handsomessstt picture of my ex and the ugliest-est-est-est picture of my Boyfriend.She's cruel. Like to the core man! ohmy. what great sister ive got.&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/32309518-116507747610101499?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116507747610101499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116507747610101499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116507747610101499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116507747610101499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/sister-kakak-im-writing-entry-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116508489685682021</id><published>2006-12-02T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T10:41:36.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was whole lotta fun. Fetched my boyfriend after work. After that we headed to the war memorial to sit and relax with his bestfriend.sapuan. Crap about alot of stuff. From vikings, to Toys'r'Us. How to get money. and ya you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were lying on the ground of the war-memorial,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly Puan go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puan&lt;/strong&gt; :AAAAaaaarrrggghh!!! Cockroach cockroach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Jumps &amp; Screams)&lt;/em&gt; Maner!! Maner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me,Boyfriend amd Puan&lt;/strong&gt;: EEEEEEEeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puan&lt;/strong&gt;: Tu bukan Cockroach lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;: Tu cockroach la sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puan&lt;/strong&gt;: Tu American Cockroach lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&amp;amp; Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;: ??? HAHAHAHHAHA.. it's still a Cockroach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he says it was an American Cockroach because the head is bigger then the body. Hahaha. Joke of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116508489685682021?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116508489685682021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116508489685682021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116508489685682021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116508489685682021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-whole-lotta-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116503137124691805</id><published>2006-12-01T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:49:31.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im like really not going MSN. cause eventhough the iternet connection seems to be working, but it disconnects every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOO-HOO-HOO :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116503137124691805?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116503137124691805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116503137124691805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116503137124691805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116503137124691805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-like-really-not-going-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116489711738108142</id><published>2006-11-30T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T06:31:57.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my internet is finally working. &lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116489711738108142?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116489711738108142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116489711738108142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116489711738108142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116489711738108142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-internet-is-finally-working.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116459780002479226</id><published>2006-11-26T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:23:20.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so yesterday i spent ultimate quality time with the boyfriend at escape theme park. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: seriously i didnt know that the boyfriend is capable of screaming louder then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hell-of-a-fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather disspaointed because alpha 8,the cadbury inverter and the coca-cola thingy was closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.it was fun-fun-fun. especially whenyou hear your boyrfiend screaming &amp; you're practically luffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splendid. Haunted house is SHIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116459780002479226?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116459780002479226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116459780002479226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116459780002479226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116459780002479226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-so-yesterday-i-spent-ultimate.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116434920740964055</id><published>2006-11-24T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:20:07.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eventhough im still angry with the boyfriend, im trying very very very hard to forget about it and do the happy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;wells. let me get some nostalgic moments back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in years before 2000. (jeng jeng jeng)&lt;br /&gt;i think i look damn dumb. for real.i think its about time i write up an entry about oh-i-miss-myschool-days-and-i-wana-cry and i-miss-school-like-hell.well you get the drift dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frist-stop in kidergarten days.&lt;br /&gt;where moments of skirts get stuck in your colourful barbie undies and you're ignorantly and showing off your I LOVE-barbie book of stickers to your fellow cass-mates.When they dont even give a damn shit about it. you love the phrase "i dont friend you anymore" i suppose.and also *not forgetting when a bully arise.you just had to say " i tell teacher then you know." and then again. how silly could we be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then hold your breath! Where your ultimate pleasure arise. This is when back in primary school days.I had ultimate fun times with lots of embaressing moments as well.For intance this is where i had my 95628305 crushes.:))&lt;br /&gt;you saw this guy. and you think his cute. and you think you're reallly the one for him..(drools)and the next momentyou saw the head-prefect you go...i think i love him and he looks alot cuter. and so on..not only that. we're afraid of the prefects.how dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my school we had the "silent reading" days. where everyone is gathered at the hall and made to read their own story book before the assembly strts. and how we innocnetly read many books to get "chops". and you literally shows the class you read 20 books in a week. and you've got the book-worm badge.im-so-proud-of-it.&lt;br /&gt;and then you have friends who just adore cryin and they will cry their eyeballs out at the corner of the class. and everyone will go why...why...why you cry..&lt;br /&gt;and then she says: i tell you, you dont tell anybody okay... and the sentence must always end with a "promise ky" and...but just before the end of the class, everyone knows the reason why you cried.&lt;br /&gt;how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the fact. we love writing on diaries remeber? okay it menas that if you dont get diaries, youre not popular enough.and the major prblem was that, under the friends problem, we've got so much catogery. for instance.Friends, Good friends, and then Best friends, True Friends, Loyal Friends and different sort of friends. and in-order to make your profile stands out from the rest, you headline your profile as "THE CRIMINAL" you know that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5 stones,scissors-paper-stone,UNO, Monkey-bar &amp;&amp;&amp; catching is the most INnn thing.How absurd things are in those days.and then we have the toothbrush seession after recess. we will line up in the toilet sink and brush our teeth together and then we get in two's and were sent back to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.how stupid do we look rite. We get punished and scared for alot of things&lt;br /&gt;1) not bringing recorders&lt;br /&gt;2) not bringing book and doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;3) not bringing our tooth-brush&lt;br /&gt;4) not putting up our hands when we cross the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots more...&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i really LOVE those days eventhough we're kinda stupid plus dumb. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116434920740964055?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116434920740964055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116434920740964055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116434920740964055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116434920740964055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/eventhough-im-still-angry-with.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116434699706889631</id><published>2006-11-23T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:43:17.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i don't even know if his the right guy fer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know its like, yes.. and then my mind comes to a state where it says no and then it goes.. maybe...and then... i REALLY DONT' KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;hiaz. sometimes he makes me so angry more then any ass-holes in the world. for instance yesterday. :((and guesss what. i really feel like flushing him down the toilet bowl. literally i mean it. GOSH. im so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i really feel like flushim him down the toilet bowl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116434699706889631?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116434699706889631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116434699706889631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116434699706889631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116434699706889631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-i-dont-even-know-if-his.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116365174446622574</id><published>2006-11-16T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:57:22.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a very redundant post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im very eligible to blog about every thing. Everything uder the sun, under the planet and even under the ozone layer. yesh. But before i proceed on my gazillion stuff to blog about, i wana thank you you and you for the very happy day i ahd at Ramen-ten ystd. (shila lizah adn zainal.) i feel happy and full ystd. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who hadnt tried ramen-ten. you gota have a taste of the yummy-licious japanese food. i so can speak japan now. ari-ga-to. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes.I LOVE MY SISTER. i don't know why. i think i love her more then anyone else now. She's my drive to everything. i can no longer depend on parents. its not as though i hated them. but i just find it very difficult to compromise some thoughts and put it into an un-arguable agreement. My sister has been adapting to my luffs, whines, cries and lots more. i love her. like very much.&lt;br /&gt;Next is my boyfriend. He has been showering me with gifts. and if you think im being materilistic here. think again. this is the very first time my boyfriend actually buy for me stuffs. and its really surprising.:)) i guess for the past few days. he have been giving me assurance.and somehow he did show how much he appreciated me.Working at Hotel-line, my boyfriend is rather busy now. well, i think im able to cope wih that hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, projects are major stress loads. and its compiling. and still is. FUCK the load. i really need time fer shopping. i miss shopping. i hadnt been doing one lately due to school and not only that i cancelled my car practical because i've got so much homework and school stuff to do. Its amazing sometimes out of all this hectic yet boring life, i can still find the time to spent with the boyfriend till mid-nights. adn i so adore the late dinners that we have. :))&lt;br /&gt;im glad i have this ppl around me. i don't need anyone more then them. they have somehow complete my incomplete life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, i hadnt been working for like 3 weeks and im broke.!! wells sometimes i wish i wish im like most girls out there, with money, beaty and brain. wells maybe im just not that blessed afterall.haha. im never appreciating enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, barce myself.tomorows friday!!&lt;br /&gt;weekends are so near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;i love you sis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;i love you honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish time permits. i need more time to get my entries done. i'll update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116365174446622574?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116365174446622574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116365174446622574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116365174446622574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116365174446622574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/very-redundant-post.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116365203277777987</id><published>2006-11-16T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:42:31.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: black;" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EACCFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EED6EB"&gt;Sister  is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2E0D6"&gt;You truly love the Boyfriend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F7EBC2"&gt;You consider Kak Lili your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FBF5AD"&gt;You know that Hamizah is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFF99"&gt;You'll remember Aida for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF199"&gt;You secretly think Anisah is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE29A"&gt;You secretly think that Khairiyah is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD49A"&gt;You secretly think that Sister is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Sister changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC59A"&gt;You secretly think Ira is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Ira has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116365203277777987?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116365203277777987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116365203277777987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116365203277777987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116365203277777987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-you-really-think-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116365004517501797</id><published>2006-11-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:07:25.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/66666.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/55555.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116365004517501797?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116365004517501797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116365004517501797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116365004517501797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116365004517501797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116348003319957011</id><published>2006-11-14T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:56:50.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the trip to Vivo with my NYP project team mates. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/rere.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - 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Retail and Mgmt. Most of it consists of shopping. i mean literally, we go down to the shopping centre and shop. Really. the wonders of these courses at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO here we come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116340060109180571?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116340060109180571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116340060109180571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116340060109180571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116340060109180571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-so-today-im-going-vivo-with-people.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116339895507309021</id><published>2006-11-13T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:22:35.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been early christmas for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strting from friday morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Cooked for me breakfast before i go to school. Delicious old-school maggie mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad: &lt;/strong&gt;fed me honey before i rush off to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend :&lt;/strong&gt; Surprise me with a second hand MP3 player. (he rather sees me carrying tt MP3 player then that disc-man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Ex boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; Gave me his memory card that has 512 MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ystd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend bought fer me my most favourite perfume from CK Tangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/3529/1600/InToXiCaTeD%28819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/3529/320/InToXiCaTeD%28819%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/3529/1600/InToXiCaTeD%28820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/3529/320/InToXiCaTeD%28820%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/3529/1600/InToXiCaTeD%28821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/3529/320/InToXiCaTeD%28821%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy that my CHRISTMAS  has arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116339895507309021?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116339895507309021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116339895507309021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116339895507309021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116339895507309021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-early-christmas-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116339791690197844</id><published>2006-11-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:05:16.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Untitled-2copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya outing with the boyfriend and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Untitled-1copy-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya outing with the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116339791690197844?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116339791690197844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116339791690197844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116339791690197844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116339791690197844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/hari-raya-outing-with-boyfriend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116279309153770240</id><published>2006-11-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:04:51.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my ICT equiz is less than 15 mins and im here happily blogging without having the sense of urgency and the need to study for my ICT. very well, im doomed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me stretch my appreciation to my lovely-dovey aida for the photos. seriously im glad you host it up. i need more of the pics dear. :))&lt;br /&gt;thanks thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the hari raya outing with the kfc riders was fanatstic at first till we reached the last house evertyhting took a turn. my ex turned up right infornt of the door-step. seriosuly i hate the feeling cause i know my boyfriend hate my ex very much and vice-versa. so ya. seriously the word used in malay for me at tt point of tym was "tak-kene gaya"&lt;br /&gt;some of the riders know it also. and everybody went silent. and Fahrin luckily manage to spice things up and get everyone luffing. thnaks mat-rep. it really works though!  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll host up more pictures frm my camera phone soon. i just couldnt find the time. projects are piling and ica's approaching. wuhoo.. im dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116279309153770240?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116279309153770240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116279309153770240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116279309153770240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116279309153770240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-ict-equiz-is-less-than-15-mins-and.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116253477599287594</id><published>2006-11-02T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:19:36.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dammit. it seems that i'll never own a WORKING computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin has been pretty much lazy this semsester.i hadnt been doing my tutorials. and i ddint turn up fer lecture and tutorial. and guess what without an MC even. :))&lt;br /&gt;LETTERS OF DEBARMENT would definitely pay me a visit if i continue my cant-be-bothered attitude. wells. i need a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vavavoom. i scooped this out from the net. The Ugly side of your horoscopes. read them. its fun. and ya. maybe hurting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warped zodiac interpretations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius (Jan 23 - Feb 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you are a fucking jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces (Feb 23 - Mar 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are a pioneer type and think most people are dickheads. You are quick to reprimand, impatient, and full of advice. You do nothing but piss-off everyone you come in contact with. You are a prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries (Mar 23 - April 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You have a wild imagination and often think you are being followed by the FBI or CIA. You have minor influence on your friends and people resent you for flaunting your power. You lack confidence and are a general dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus (April 23 - May 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are practical and persistent. You have a dogged determination and work like hell. Most people think you are stubborn and bullheaded. You are nothing but a goddamned communist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini (May 23 - June 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are a quick and intelligent thinker. People like you because you are bisexual. You are inclined to expect too much for too little. This means you are a cheap bastard. Geminis are notorious for thriving on incest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer (June 23 - July 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and understanding of other people's problems, which makes you a sucker. You are always putting things off. That is why you will always be on welfare and wont be worth a shit. Everyone in prison is a Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo (July 23 - Aug 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You consider yourself a born leader. Others think you are an idiot. Most Leos are bullies. You are vain and cannot tolerate criticism. Your arrogance is disgusting. Leo people are thieving motherfuckers and enjoy masturbation more than sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo (Aug 23 - Sept 22) - &lt;br /&gt;You are the logical type and hate disorder. Your shit-picking attitude is sickening to your friends and co-workers. You are cold and unemotional and often fall asleep while fucking. Virgos make good bus drivers and pimps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra (Sept 23 - Oct 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are the artistic type and have a difficult time dealing with reality. Chances for employment and monetary gain are nil. Most Libra women are whores. All Libras die of venereal disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio (Oct 23 - Nov 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are the worst of the lot. You are shrewd in business and cannot be trusted. You shall achieve the pinnacle of success because of your total lack of ethics. You are the perfect son-of-a-bitch. Most Scorpios are murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius (Nov 23 - Dec 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are optimistic and enthusiastic. You have a reckless tendency to rely on your luck since you have no talent. You are a worthless piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn (Dec 23 - Jan 22) -&lt;br /&gt;You are conservative and afraid of taking risks. You are basically chickenshit. There has never been a Capricorn of any importance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116253477599287594?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116253477599287594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116253477599287594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116253477599287594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116253477599287594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116245520436643188</id><published>2006-11-01T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:13:24.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Untitled-1copy-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy eleven months. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116245520436643188?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116245520436643188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116245520436643188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116245520436643188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116245520436643188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-eleven-months.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116158343242277521</id><published>2006-10-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:03:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my pay work pay sets in ystd and by ystd, the beloved boyfriend of mine just withdrew $114 out of my account.:( so im like $114 poorer this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, not a big deal though  cuase he need the cash to pay his fines and bills. hmm..i would have wanted that cash to buy me a hari raya bag. sobs sobs. guess i would have to use my 3yrs old Hari Raya bag from the previous previous months. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of which, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i start school with a non-cherry mood. its so much unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;blearggghh..ugh..argh.. i was late for lecture.(if you consider 5 mins late, late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i felt damn sleepy that i doze-off abit in the lecture hall. that when i woke-up just to realised zainal was practically-happily-scribbling on my lecture notes.im so glad i didnt drool.cuse i was dead tired. really. i mean the word "DEAD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd, i paid geylang a visit,from about 11:00pm till 1:00am. Just to realised at the end of it, i didnt have enough cash for cab fare. and so was my friend.i had an mount accumulated up to $0.50 cents only. i know. HOW PATHETIC. So i guess we're very tired to think of a solution, the only way was to walk home. I walked from Geylang all the way to Bedok South ave 3!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a FUCKINNNNGGGG LONNNNGGG &amp; HOOORRRIBBBLLLEEE walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gawd-damn-tiring. i SWEAR. and my leg still aches. (ps:even right-now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left Geylang at 1:00am but only to reach my house at 3:45am.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why,the idea of ringing my boyfriend up to fetch me up, didnt cross my mind. i totally forgot. :((&lt;br /&gt;and so i need plenty of rest fer now.&lt;br /&gt;alright enough of heavy topics. get back maybe, when im free. btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, ive learnt something about myself, im not able to handle confrontations that well neither im good at giving advices to confrontations. maybe im just a listener. well, that helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA to all muslims!!&lt;br /&gt;a few more hours to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116158343242277521?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116158343242277521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116158343242277521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116158343242277521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116158343242277521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-pay-work-pay-sets-in-ystd-and-by.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116157393436938149</id><published>2006-10-22T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:26:37.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there goes . Fatin faithfully visited geylang again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116157393436938149?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116157393436938149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116157393436938149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116157393436938149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116157393436938149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-there-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116131630369769211</id><published>2006-10-20T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:21:31.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/rr.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hearts&amp;amp;morehearts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess which idiot drops the boyfriend's brand new LG phone which is only 1 day old.and the boyfriend got so mad that the boyfriend did not want to accept her apology for about 30 mins.and she sat beside her boyfriend giving that guilty look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, ahem. you know.&lt;br /&gt;welcome back butterfingers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to agree that when people are depressed, they have the weirdest mindset. ok thats so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short update here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in semester 2, is so much stressed then you could ever imagine. seriously.projects are seriously pilling up to its highest. darn. :( i hope im able to cope.lets just hook fingers that im able to surpass this semester like the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116131630369769211?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116131630369769211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116131630369769211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116131630369769211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116131630369769211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/10/heartsmorehearts-guess-which-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309518.post-116131565494897751</id><published>2006-10-19T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:40:55.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Untitled-1copy-1.jpg" border="0" left; MARGIN: alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we get prepared for Hari Raya. This Tuesday!! yayness wuhooo.... i so can't wait.and then again im wishing every muslims SELAMAT HARI RAYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides those ordianry days, i had something pretty fun ystd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jamapelle Camille"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore those spelling errors. i had french lesson ystd.holy.it was coolnes.serious&lt;br /&gt;so people,we have to had french names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatin: camille&lt;br /&gt;shila: natasha&lt;br /&gt;lizah: gabrialle&lt;br /&gt;zainal: rahul&lt;br /&gt;nurul: jezel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND so before i go, HAPPY BONJOURING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116131565494897751?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116131565494897751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116131565494897751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116131565494897751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116131565494897751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-so-we-get-prepared-for-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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-32309518.post-116123369963733484</id><published>2006-10-18T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:54:59.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day i was warded at changi general hospital, what more can you ask for. Having your boyfriend taking care of you for 2 straight weeks and still is, brings so much joy to me. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS HONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32309518-116123369963733484?l=decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116123369963733484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32309518&amp;postID=116123369963733484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116123369963733484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32309518/posts/default/116123369963733484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadent-melancholy.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-i-was-warded-at-changi-general.html' title=''/><author><name>velvet-decadent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491730939927020160</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>
