<?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-7999721</id><updated>2011-10-04T03:53:22.386+08:00</updated><category term='pantuns'/><category term='totally random'/><category term='eljay'/><category term='fallen'/><category term='updates'/><category term='self-reflection'/><category term='moved'/><category term='individuality'/><category term='bingit'/><category term='eid'/><category term='broken'/><title type='text'>c h o c o l a t e c i g a r</title><subtitle type='html'>aLL thEre iS 2 n0E ab0uT a siMpLe yEt c0mPLiCatEd y0Ung LasS... iTz hEr pErs0nALiTy dAt atTract aLL frIenDs... nEvEr t0o sELfiSh t0 LenD A ListEnInG EaR...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>492</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-6913344124309223555</id><published>2008-09-22T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:17:03.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eljay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moved'/><title type='text'>moved.</title><content type='html'>Note for all peepers! I've &lt;a href="http://mawarhitam.livejournal.com/"&gt;moved&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(think "&lt;em&gt;blogger murtad&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-6913344124309223555?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mawarhitam.livejournal.com' title='moved.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/6913344124309223555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=6913344124309223555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6913344124309223555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6913344124309223555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2008/09/moved.html' title='moved.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-257818437930859804</id><published>2008-01-03T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:56:50.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will the next tym be the same mistake?</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ok, cut the crap. I don't even start a "dear diary" for my hardcopy diary entries in a hardcover diary - duh! - and to think i'd want to add to the formality. huahuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a dumbass to decline the offer. WHat te hell was I thinking?? A joke?? Well, on my part, it's a "joke". Terlajak perahu, boleh diundur, not wen terlajak kata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then I thought, "what the fuck sia Ayn..... That's it la hokayyyy.... Next is when??? You don;t even know...Fark it, u stupid idiot" . teared. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I badly missed us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-257818437930859804?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/257818437930859804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=257818437930859804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/257818437930859804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/257818437930859804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2008/01/will-next-tym-be-same-mistake.html' title='will the next tym be the same mistake?'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-6835122152129922278</id><published>2007-12-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:45:34.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fallen'/><title type='text'>It's nothing like we used to be</title><content type='html'>I thought I was strong. Strong enough to endure all obstacles. But I didn't know I am such a weakling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed.But I couldn't seem to strengthen myself. Since the statement was passed, I'm becoming unsure.My heart's been broken. Too shattered that each time I reminisce, only tears will wake me up. Have I been dreaming all along? So what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature made it that I should be smiling, looking happy.But deep inside, no one can fathom. Is it only me, clinging on to the memories? Is it only me, who thinks hope is the only way out of this mess, I "unknowingly" pushed myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.. Each day, I'm full of worries.I wonder if I can make it through the days, until God knows when. At the same time, I was hoping we could minimise the straints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what is the way out? I wanna quit this charade we're playing. Be back to what we used to be. Cuz time, is not doing us any good. And before things get wayyy too complicated and too late, pls resolve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: I missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-6835122152129922278?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/6835122152129922278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=6835122152129922278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6835122152129922278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6835122152129922278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-nothing-like-we-used-to-be.html' title='It&apos;s nothing like we used to be'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-7522396597742691475</id><published>2007-12-15T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T02:09:50.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totally random'/><title type='text'>dah tak penting.</title><content type='html'>Let this be random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What used to be so fun, is getting boring. What used to be pure innocence is getting more nonsensical. They are only humans, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tu lahh..jadi orang, kepo sgt kan? Dah kata berkali-kali, bukannye tidak, dah set reminder pon kat hp, masih degil lagi.. Apa nak jadi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well, but truth is, people around me has either been getting mushy-er or brokenhearted-er. Or is it that Ayn is not as sentimental, or romantic by nature? (Duh..my AGE CHARACTER CALCULATOR doesnt state so.) What is happening to the world, babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Binget bole? Can laaa.. Pls pls pls.. Ouh well, whatever it is, pray for a miracle to befall on u ok? Another choice is, "undur" suahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I missed the little girl I used to date alot. Way back then.Miss me little girl? Cuz I do. Been some time since we meet. Perhaps, if we meet, will we have anything to talk? *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I admit that no matter how long-winded, or crappy, I still do regularly visit some of my favourite blogs. Be it on blogger, multiply, or myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random kan.. Exit laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-7522396597742691475?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7522396597742691475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=7522396597742691475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7522396597742691475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7522396597742691475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/12/dah-tak-penting.html' title='dah tak penting.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-5896324645654143931</id><published>2007-12-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:44:56.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bingit'/><title type='text'>sakit berjangkit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bingit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa perit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hilang manis, hilang pahit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tinggal tawar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulai layu jambangan mawar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan lagi merah menyala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hitam pekat menular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henti kita di garis lintang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin tamat sudah permainan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apakah kita akan pulang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tutup sebuah kisah perjalanan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-5896324645654143931?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/5896324645654143931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=5896324645654143931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5896324645654143931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5896324645654143931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/12/sakit-berjangkit.html' title='sakit berjangkit'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-6438560157632810415</id><published>2007-11-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:40:53.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For what used to be called Dek Sari~</title><content type='html'>It's finally over and done with. Unlike past years, this time, I didnt have much thinking to do. But more of worry. Worry the girls might screw up, worry the audience won't be entertained, worry the show did not work well.Everyone's got their own worries. But the girls pulled thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a speech to anyone. Not even a speech to shed tears for. True, Fid, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.And for that, for what I've gone thru with Nira, definitely has made me stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause received with many thanks to audience who still believe in Nira, whose support is very much appreciated.For those, who came, the alumnis of Nira whom I didnt get to meet, I missed you girls. I missed performing with you girls.If only we could make it for Khatu later this year..But i'll be joining you girls soon. Very soon. As soon as Khatu starts. I'll be sitting and watching for surprises from Nira. And if I do shed any tear, I hope it'll be tear of reminiscence and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where burden was felt by me alone, now I'm seeing them sharing the load I used to carry. And I'll assure myself that you girls will make me proud for, now, you know that you can stand on your own feet. Kudos to you Naq n Sai. And all those that has helped. I am not great, mistakes made and learnt from. And I what want for this Nira, is to be better than previous times. Grow from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come all the way, not to see you girls falling down and crying hard of regrets. Because you girls are fresh start. And because the time when Nira was only a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smoke break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for fellow performers, has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes for you girls this Khatu, make me sitting down there proud of you; proud that I was there performing and now you girls will too. Its never about winning. And do not feel pressured by your fellow competitors, because they are just like you, to learn from mistakes made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat kawan2, usah diikut resmi jagung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My only regret is that I could not perform for a competition set written by Fid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Biarlah harum jambangan Puspa, natijahnya manis, semanisnya Nira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-6438560157632810415?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/6438560157632810415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=6438560157632810415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6438560157632810415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6438560157632810415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-what-used-to-be-called-dek-sari.html' title='For what used to be called Dek Sari~'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-4450520880493563773</id><published>2007-11-02T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:01:20.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantuns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.On the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Name: Zanessa Ayn Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Birthdate: 22 march 87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Current Status: tgh tgu duit masok bole g shopping eh.. spree bnyk menanti ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eye colour: brown black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hair Colour: brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.On the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My heritage: boyanese-arab-indian kain tepong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My fears: the Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My weaknesses: insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My perfect pizza: meat lover's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.yesterday, today, tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My first thought of waking up: what time is it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My bedtime: no consistent timeing. i slp whenever i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My most missed memories: our honeymoon period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.My pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pepsi or coke: coke light zero cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Macdonalds or Burger King: BK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Single or group dates: single arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adidas or Nike: adidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tea or Nestea: teh peng katai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate: chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cappucino or Coffee: cappu. mocha bole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5.Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Smoke: yes.socially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Curse: yes.my mth needs to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take a shower:duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have a crush: on? Zaec efron uh. abey tak tau..da nama ku ayn hudgens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go to school: not anymore, but yuh.tp or wrp jer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Believe in yourself: yep.sumtimes paranoia gets the btr of my confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6.In the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Drink alcohol: nak mampos kapper? no. jijik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gone to the mall: ahh ari tues tu ader org nmpk aku kat TM la nyahh..dgn satu jantan. dgr2 aku jadi superman dr raffles pl klua keje kul 6 fly to TM. how narrow-minded of u ppl to think i'd cheat on my bf. just bcoz u do, dun say i do too. (wahh mengamok nampak! mengamok nampak!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dyed your hair: cen i change to blue black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.Have you ever..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Played a stripping game: no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Change who you were to fit in: at times i had to. lyk a masquerade.well, dats f-ing lyf, we cant be ourselves to pls others. bcoz if i do, i dun always leave a gd 1st impression, n i dun f-ing care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8.Are you hoping to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Get married: yerp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9.In a partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Best eye colour: blue arh. kan zac efron blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Best hair colour: brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Long or short hair: short but unkempt.yes, dat out-of-bed hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10.What were you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A minute ago: sipped my teh cino ais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;An hour ago: tgh lepak kat printrm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Month ago: 1 oct? keje arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Year ago: served my internship @ CAAS. rindu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FINALLY..Finish the sentences..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love: goin shopping wif lotsa cash in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate: slanderisms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hide: my secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss: our 1st months 2gether.n times together minus of course those ppl not wanting to see us together, congratulating him on surviving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I need: a confidante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a confidante. And I was bein random. And, I blog because I was bored. No work. I was done with work. And I'm itching to go shopping, get prezzies for the Nov oldies... I still have no idea what to get them. Susahla pulak nak belikan org tua hadiah egh... The moms..And the bro.. blerghhh.. Asek aku jer kasi org hadiah.. Aku ni tak dpt2 hadiah  yg yg diingini. Hah... (Dah memberi nak harapkan balasan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh btw, updates! Eid was average for me. Wasnt even anticipating for it. Ntah arh. Boring jer.  Mebe once da start kasi duit raya lagi boring egh.. Raya outing with fams was fun ; that is if our two fams go 2gether.My total family!! Raya outing with frens was fun as well. Joke helium Aiman terngiang2 aku.. All sorts of accident. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;em&gt;Jangan ketawakan samping orang, kan da hilang kerongsang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far its been all peaceful n nice for me; except for a few hiccups.Nasib bulan raya. Aku mahapkan, tapi tetap tak lupakan. Work is normal.2 weeks. Siol arh da kene potong utk CPF. Eh, dat means aku da jadi kakak2 ada CPF egh.. wahahahaha..And being back with the kids last Friday was a good therapy. I heart them! Tapi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stuart Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tkde arhh.. And Nira....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're picking up bit by bit. I really do hope, these upcoming events can bond evrybody like before. PENTAS, shows and Khatu. I do feel something is lacking. But I don't know... Anyways, its refreshing to see 3 rows again. And I do hope these would appreciate they have more shows despite the tight school schedule. Taklah macam zaman aku dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last arh pantun sebelum berambos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petikan dari Takleh Angkat Beb! Kisah Hang Toy dan Hang Joni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasi lemak buah bidara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang selasih hamba lurutkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buang emak buang saudara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....Bodohkan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambungan untuk pantun tersebut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasi lemak buah bidara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang selasih hamba lurutkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buang emak buang saudara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memang patot saudara dibuang kan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ni last.. ni random giler. Pantun dapat dari pantry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasi lemak buah bidara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang selasih hamba lurutkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buang emak buang adik-beradik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makcik yang dikeji, amek balik.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jawab..jawab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just wanna go to sleep smiling, so when I die in my sleep, I'd die smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-4450520880493563773?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4450520880493563773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=4450520880493563773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4450520880493563773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4450520880493563773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/11/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-1307903623519962676</id><published>2007-06-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:53:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! Sorry, haven't been updating my blog a very long time. Besides not having much time, cuz i've been doing other things and uploading photos @ &lt;a href="http://brutalfairy.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;, I haven't been racking my brains for my new blog layout. So, I was planning to change everything you see here. The outlook doesnt give me anymore inspiration to blog. Hahaha. Kentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to relink you guys/girls when i'm done doing my new layout. Tapi aku sungguh malas. Ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-1307903623519962676?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/1307903623519962676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=1307903623519962676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/1307903623519962676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/1307903623519962676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/06/note.html' title='A note'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-7458938350249522111</id><published>2007-05-05T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:13:41.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's not working, go send them for repairs.</title><content type='html'>May, is not a good month for those in love. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ouh, btw, a blog is subjective to a person. Not many has exciting stories to tell. Mostly, a journal where they can pour out their thought, cuz no1 listens much to them. Even if its merepek, and no1 reads, at least they'd feel better cuz they've pour their hearts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's up with the opposite sex? No pun intended there, ya noe. WHat makes a couple? One cranky female, and one egoistic male. Cuz when the girls stirs sumthing up, it's cranky. How bout them? They're just being egoistic. Cuz, here's the fact, guys like being dominant. Not that girls can be dominant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true that true love never does run smooth. But why is it that way? Is it so hard for them to talk things out? I've been keeping too much, I realise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt take a genius to see through a girls' emotions.You know her emotions, but what you don't know is how to tackle the emotions. Like how I don't know how to express my gratitude or ragrets. So... listen to the song &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hard To Say I'm Sorry". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-7458938350249522111?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7458938350249522111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=7458938350249522111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7458938350249522111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7458938350249522111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-its-not-working-go-send-them-for.html' title='If it&apos;s not working, go send them for repairs.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-7267581734618324162</id><published>2007-04-30T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:11:46.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be Cicher Ayinn.</title><content type='html'>Chatting n bitching with Kharin has been therapeutic. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel ya, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Anyways, the thought of me teaching sounds good uh. Remember what Fid n Fahmie once said, when times are good for me, I'll be a teacher.Maybe what they foresee is somewhat true. Teaching doesnt sound that bad afterall. No, the thought of getting paid while studying is good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow our conV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ko kat nus kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tk ah, kat nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ouh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cikgu ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cikgu bedah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ahakzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cikgu myu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; arh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur career is somewhat secure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok ok ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku nk join nie, tapi pey jauh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ader bond kan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kau blaj 2 thn n bond is 3 thn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bulan2 kau dpt duit gaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not bad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but how r the fees?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;$0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sema govt bayar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serious?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yup yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;besh kan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;free education n u get paid to sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;takot stress arh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stress tk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;slack giler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nk dkt exam aru stress ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yat pon kata jadi cikgu suah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dulu aku cite2 nk jadi arh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i heard it was stressful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hmm...stress mmg stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mana2 keje pun stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;duk umah, jaga anak ngan laki pun stress girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tapi, time kat nie blaja ok ah..nkgi skul to mengajar tu yg maybe tough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;budak2 skrg..ungkal naazubillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;jaga anak tk stress sgt. anak dgr kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLaCkr0sE ; c h o c o l a t e c i g a r says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jaga laki yg susah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhh.. But there's one thing that bothers me. NIE is freaking far okay.. Unless I've got a liscence, I wouldnt mind going. Like the sound of Ain being a cicher? I do fine teaching is one fo the securest job, not to mention the most stressful one whcih u may end up going to IMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I still hasn't got a job, I'd go for NIE, n b a chicer. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who knows what the world has in store for us, when times are good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-7267581734618324162?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7267581734618324162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=7267581734618324162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7267581734618324162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7267581734618324162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-be-cicher-ayinn.html' title='I wanna be Cicher Ayinn.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-5610307957091298172</id><published>2007-04-20T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:25:21.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-reflection'/><title type='text'>Whatever you say, that's what I think anyways.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i wonder why or what makes me who i am? Amiable is not the word. I'm just friendly when I think I am.Still, i dun think that is a word to describe me. Which is why, people may think I am not the person whom they've heard about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to cut it short, i'll put this as a self-reflection. People said, or think, I'm unsocial, or maybe, not as friendly..Ok, no pun intended. Admit it, guys, almost 70% of u think of it like that. That I'm an arrogant bitch. Far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do think I'm lagging somewhr amongst my own clique. Is it because I learn to socialise only when I turn errr..17? I mean really socialise, widen my circle of friends. Only when I got into poly.Cuz all the while, I'm only the stay-home girl, tight curfews, no CCAs.. No pun intended, again, but I admit I'm deprived of childhood. Is that the cause of Ain being paranoid most times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an Arian. And Arians are very conscious of what others think of them. Maybe, that's one of the many reasons why I don't speak much when others are discussing, or talking abt things I know little of? Cuz I know that when I open my mouth, nothing good comes out. I could pretend to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"macam paham"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , DUH! Which never fails to make me regret my words. But when I talk, no one listens. Most times, I wish, I could join the conversation. Make myself present.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's the point of saying things, when you know nuts abt it, right? Orang kata, tu.... Kalau dah tak tau, jangan macam paham. But I wish I could you know, like give comments, say something..not make myself scarce. You'd say, it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try being in a group maybe of three, or four, when the rest were so enthu talking about something, giving their macam paham comments, mcm bagus sgt padahal amateur jugak, and you're the only one trying hard to smile, wishing that you know what the fark r they talking about.. It's sad, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how to be like them? Be macam paham like them? Smarang2 kasi komentar... But, hey,think of it on the bright side, you're just say the audience, or spectator, think of you as the end user, maybe someone who may buy the painting, or buy the record, someone buying apparels, and definitely someone who know nuts about those stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person buying the painting may not know if painting is good or not.Maybe the painting looks nice framed up on his/her wall.Maybe it's what they wanted.Then, person buying a record album. If we think the quality isn't good, the vocals not powderful, or the songs just suck, would the person know it? If he/she is say tone deaf, like me most times. Would he/she know the singer sumbang-sih here n there? A normal person could not notice slight differences.And there r many slight differences. Then a normal shopper. Buys t-shirts n accessories whatever that suit his/her likings. But there was problem. People often think his/her dressing is weird. Maybe colors dun match often, wrong concept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookit guys, these people are normal people. But they have feelings too. They may not have talents or knowledge about stuffs, but they have their own taste too, no matter how weird or ugly it is. I feel them, cuz I maybe one of them. Misinterpreted paintings, or sketches...Awful design looks nice to me; ugly music and voices, dun matter much to me; whether my clothes have mismatch color n concept, I couldnt care less. To me, I call this individuality. If not, why in the world God make good n bad? Angel n devil? Beautiful (giler) n ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, be a sport, Ain.Well, things take time.. And yes, there's something about me that you'd want to know.. I don't like to be plastic. But that's life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Let no one; not even friends nor family, influence the way you are. In life, we call that individuality"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-5610307957091298172?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/5610307957091298172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=5610307957091298172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5610307957091298172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5610307957091298172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/04/whatever-you-say-thats-what-i-think.html' title='Whatever you say, that&apos;s what I think anyways.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-4205145502722581099</id><published>2007-04-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:40:37.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>You peeps must have been bored to see no updates from me. Haha. Laku jugak khazanah hidup ku ini....Cuma senyap je tkde komentar, maklomla boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from errr....my 20th birthday. I'm 1/5 a century.right? OMG..how timeflies... At the strike of 12, i was eating my dinner cum supper. Bought from 7-11.Kesian la budak nie.. It doesnt matter cuz I was born @ 3.25am. Then i received a call from the boyfie.Cried. Den Caca Hamoe called just to sing me the bday song.Teared. The whole day trng n rehearsal. I had fun, i mean fun with the girls. We laughed at our own silly jokes, played "chop-chilli-chop", charade.. It was a hell lot of fun.Reminded me of those Pentas Wayang times, except we bonded among our own mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was touching, to hear people sing me a birthday song at the end of the debrief. Lyk Fid said, "pasal Ain tak penah celebrate birthday dier".. Correction, a surprise that was really a surprise.Of course I teared. When u're shagged, n got a surprise...even if its just a song, Ain is very gembeng at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day was Pentas Janji. I didnt expect a kecoh event that started with laughter n happiness, turned into a cengeng scenes amongst us. This also marked my last day officially as an SGH. It feels awkward now that I'm handling these things related to the babes. Now I'm handling babies n todds instead.I dun wanna say much abt this, for it's been almost a month over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was purely entertainment.Storyline n such credits to the Artistic Director. I prove myself wrong, or rather others who thinks i cant dance. Ok, I STILL cant dance, but i'm contented that i managed 2 pluck that courage from within myself to dance. In front of 400+ audience.That's...something.Quite an achievement for me.. So what i'm labeled "gemok bersemangat"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate speeches.You know, the pre-event n post-event speeches..Yeahh..Thank God it's done n over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is my birthday pit. Attended my loved ones n close friends. It rained okay, but we had fun.In between it wasnt. Hehe...It was good to have a nice chat with a girlfriend, anyway.. We played Bingo. Did i win?? I think i did.Some  6 bucks..After that was payback time. Slept till late. Fuhhhh.Just what I needed. To hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following week was Anugerah's audition, which i swear suck alot.From my very own point of view, 1) organiser shouldnt make JEC an audition location.It's unfair for those from the East, especially those who came for the 2nd day of 1stround audition. &lt;strong&gt;*budget kapperr*&lt;/strong&gt; 2) its irrelevant, but i say it anyway..the way judges (n producers) pick them. Ouh well, it's suria anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was spending almost a week @ TTSH visiting Pak Long who was admitted for high blood pressure n breathing difficulties.It was kinda bored, but the kids made my day, n times when we go kedai kawan..n layankan kazen confuse kiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, I forgot to mention that we went to catch Mr Bean n TMNT within a week.Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thatwas all it was about since my birthday.Boring la pulak. Havent had time in touch with the world. Been busy, n busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ini pon nk tawooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-4205145502722581099?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4205145502722581099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=4205145502722581099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4205145502722581099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4205145502722581099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-3078509814340976784</id><published>2007-03-20T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:16:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The vibe n hype</title><content type='html'>Coming very soon.. I'm feeling it, though not as much enthusiasm. But excitement is definitely buidling up. Well, if anybody's not recommending &lt;strong&gt;PENTAS:&lt;em&gt;Janji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, annual production by TP MAG, well, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for no pictures, or posters. I don't fancy, and definitely don't recommend myself to put up a gents/ladies sign of the toilets. Don't judge a production by its poster, &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; for this production. If you think 6 bucks is well worth to matao onky, think twice to indulge yourself into what i call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"self-discovery of our innerself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And btw, 6 bucks (nor the poster itself) does not depict our almost 12-hour regime in school preparing for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the 80's, in a college, involving 4 besties. Especially for those whose peak of teenage lives in the 80's, we'll bring you back (hopefully) into the disco era. To know the whole story, come down n watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENTAS:&lt;em&gt;Janji&lt;/em&gt;, Friday 23rd March 2007, TP Auditorium 1 Renaissance, 7pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For once, in Pentas, N2T, will not be a smoke-break session for u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-3078509814340976784?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/3078509814340976784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=3078509814340976784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3078509814340976784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3078509814340976784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/03/vibe-n-hype.html' title='The vibe n hype'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-2359782286761417140</id><published>2007-03-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:15:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to blog.</title><content type='html'>I was stressed out yesterday, when I realised there's so many things to do, yet so little time for everything, which includes, time to study for test.  I have 2 reasons 2 be happy this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;- I.. ehem.. passed my SIP. (lyk duh!!) It's just so nice to see a "GR" on the result SMS i received yesterday, though I've known the result much earlier that day. "GR" means graduate laaa.. Technically, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of graduate, means work... Guess what? It's almost coming April, yet I havent receive my Jan &amp; Feb pay. Lyk hallo!!!! I should be getting the pay cheque by this week...And been anticipating for the cheque siakk. Now this poor girl, no money already... Sueyy kapper aku ni.. Even if I get my pay, I still need to save for rainy days like now..Cause I haven't get any job as yet. pfft. &lt;strong&gt;BINGET&lt;/strong&gt; hokayy. Maybe, if not for Pentas, I'd be staying at home, cuz ain't got a cent with me and i'll be almost grouchy for being such a useless pea brain idiot. Thanks to the fun n enjoyable trngs (both Tits &amp; N2T), at least I can 4get my worry for awhile. Nevertheless, I still think of my pay whenever I got the time to sit or stare into space alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy a big bag, cuz my big favourable bags have all been worn out. But, I've got no moneyyy.Damn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm that. NO wait! I do mind. It concerns my allowance okay. No, i am not complaining. Just whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; - Considering I was so stressed out yesterday,I should be happy today. cuz I realised I haven't been revising n test is today, I panicked giler babs punyer. I almost wanna breakdown. The feeling was so different from previous'. So I stayed up late till 3+ just to revise. Kalahkan exam biasa siak aku pey panic. bla..bla..bla.. Then I thought, 4 hours sleep would do me good. I swear my eyes became heavy the moment the bed looked at me invitingly.. I went to sleep bla bla bla... I woke up it's almost 9. 9, mind you. I didn't have time for my own revision. I rushed like mad, thank God I wasn't late for my e-trial. I was soooooooooooooo stressed out!! When came the test I was like &lt;em&gt;"Omg..omg.."&lt;/em&gt; ntah berapa banyak kali selawat &amp; Al-Fatihah. I was so careful not to hit the "end test" button as soon as I finished, so I could check all my answers again. Even when I clicked "end test" I did not look into the screen, instead I just clear my stuffs away..... And Alhamdulillah I &lt;strong&gt;passed&lt;/strong&gt;. Phew........... Boy, was I beaming...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still thinking about my pay cheque. How to catch Mr Bean on my bday like this??????? And Ninja Turtle.poofft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-2359782286761417140?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2359782286761417140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=2359782286761417140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2359782286761417140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2359782286761417140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-want-to-blog.html' title='I just want to blog.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-6965919175968566073</id><published>2007-03-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:25:50.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AKU TAKOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku bingit dan geram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hari-hari semakin suram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pergi kalian yang memusnahkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beriku ruang untuk berkasihan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mengapa cinta tak seindah mimpi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mengapa sering ada yang menyakitkan hati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mengapa berlagu tangisan kasih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mengapa luka masih tak pulih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kasih, hapuskan tangisan duka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kembalikan ceria, hati berbunga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-MawarHitam-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was written because I am paranoid towards "hazards" coming our way. It's one after another. It's scaring me. Obviously, anybody can decipher. Tell me, they're not trying to separate us, right? We have our own ego... But I don't want sleepless, crying nights, with paranoia entertaining my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're turning 19th soon, and all i want is ur presence. Not present. I'll pray hard you'd change your mind abt it. There's no fun wihtout you. I know u'll be angry wif this entry. I am not seeking sympathy from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you the way you are. Just that way. It's perfect for me. And I don't wanna lose you cuz you're my one n only love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-6965919175968566073?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/6965919175968566073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=6965919175968566073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6965919175968566073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/6965919175968566073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/03/please.html' title='Please...'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-749165436265219056</id><published>2007-03-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:49:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just mind boggling..</title><content type='html'>I dunnoe how am I going to put it into words, but..let's just hope what I ever imag&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ined will not come true. With hope that we'll hold on to us tightly..It's really scary, and I swear it's affecting my focus. I can just wander into space...visualising those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will things that happen in dramas happen in reality? There's possibilities everywhere.. What is all those are true? Well, looks like no1 knows me that much.. Well, someone does..or rather did. She knows I wont change partner that easily. Not any1 can get near me so easily.. If people say, I pick my friends, I could say that..If you're just some ..say..male species that tries 2 get near me, with high hopes of something much more...You'll be the first I'll strike off my friends list. Been there, done that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouh, boyfie, u dun have to get jealous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For more information, pls ask Sayang.I wonder where on earth is she right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something, of which I still despise up till now. There's a time when people think they can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"matchmake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me with some guys. That happened years ago. Whether I am attached or not, dun ever think you could matchmake me with some people I barely know. If last time, you may say, or think, I pick based on looks. HALLOOO!!!! If I go for looks, my boyfie would be a model, or some rock star.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(rock star ader goodlooks ker?? Ouh ada.. Ryan Star is a rock star.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And now, it's obviously been proven that I don't go for looks, don't you dare pry into my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply said, I am attached.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Very happily attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So dun pry into my privacy, and dun even think you could win my heart. My heart's been stolen and well-kept by Yat. Even if anybody wanna say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"cikit2 yat, aku pey pasal la eh.tak susah kan orang pe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Tak paham arh org2 ni..Bile dulu single-mingle sibokkan aku takde matair..Ni da hopefully happily ever after, korang bising lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I hate: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys who think they are good enough to win any girls' heart. Worst, those who think could win the parents' hearts first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In this era, matchmaking is only for nerdies. Kau hensem mana pon, kalau tak segorgeous Wentworth Miller dan Channing Tatum n most importantly, se-goobygoober Yat, i won't turn twice. In terms of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, only 3 factors - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;abit fat, hairy n curly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'll settle wif fat and hairy. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa kata, friendster ni kan besar..Some say it's full of what they'd call minahs n mats, well, there's also Multiply, My Space, Tagged bla bla bla...You can find your partners out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have no1 2 marry me one day, I don't need anyone to matchmake me. So, buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna marry my gooby-goober, n i love u loads.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-749165436265219056?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/749165436265219056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=749165436265219056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/749165436265219056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/749165436265219056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-just-mind-boggling.html' title='It&apos;s just mind boggling..'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-2232862850933252182</id><published>2007-03-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:10:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna blog...</title><content type='html'>And..I'm trying to find a better way to phrase sentences.. I think i've blogged about this before. About talking at the right time, right places or so... I've always been unlucky to have said the wrong things, at the wrong time, or not doing the right things at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I prefer to keep shut, talking too much may offend anyone out there. And, in case I didn't talk, doesn't mean I'm "sombong" okayy. Once you've really know me, you know I am not. I dare not be overly friendly.Serik beb!I haven't been talking much to friends either. I prefer keeping myself shut. I've had enough speaking at the wrong time, or hitting the wrong target, worst, asking the wrong questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Saya da fenings. Saya ni pemalu.Kalau awak nak kawan ngan saya, bobal la ngan saya.Saya tak sombong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LAINI PENGUIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! APE PRESENT AKU TU????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love surprises, yet I hate it at times..ButI adore presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-2232862850933252182?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2232862850933252182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=2232862850933252182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2232862850933252182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2232862850933252182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-wanna-blog.html' title='I just wanna blog...'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-7138993894142143547</id><published>2007-02-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:24:38.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>Take a look lahh..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1S76GaZKUI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1S76GaZKUI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-7138993894142143547?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7138993894142143547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=7138993894142143547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7138993894142143547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7138993894142143547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-4386709741411818331</id><published>2007-02-28T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:06:14.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the wedding's over... Just the mess and more mess.. Alhamdulillah, things went smoothly, albeit the gliches and ppl wanting to spoil the majlis. And thanks to ppl, especially those who meant to jeer with hope we'd &lt;em&gt;"melatah"&lt;/em&gt; by the word "grand", i'll take it as compliments. Biasalah... Orang senang cikit mana ada orang suker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My specially big thanks, to &lt;a href="http://redbordoir.blogspot.com"&gt;RedHerring&lt;/a&gt; for the nice rose, henna-ed on my hand. Ouh so gorgeous..Pals, take a look on her blog, or &lt;a href="http://redherring.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; on her portfolio. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Ok, da promo..kak, 25% hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'll have roses henna-ed on my whole body when i get married.Hurhur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The whole anticipation n the event itself was torturous!! Adik pengantin kene buat extra2 kerje..Tiring okayy.. Da pakai lawa2 kene downgrade cuci pinggan mangkok on Saturday. Dah kenape egh.. Mana ada yang tak senang duduk nak provoke2. Some people...old oredi still want to provoke2.. Mana ada orang tanya soalan pelik2..Orang dah takde buat ape dikenang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to the lovelies that came down. For those who came, but I wasn't around to entertain, I'm sorry. Was so busy... And almost agitated when I've got to run errands at one time altogether. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036503499639162866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/ReVBP5YBB_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/sTwueHuvrlM/s400/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036503160336746466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/ReVA8JYBB-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HE-qljyUHk8/s400/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She made me smile. My new found love, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's pray for Achik to get married quick. Afterwhich, hopefully it's my turn.. Hahaha mentelx. All girls' dream is to have her dream wedding being realised. So, now, it's time to open a wedding planner for myself.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-4386709741411818331?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4386709741411818331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=4386709741411818331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4386709741411818331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4386709741411818331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/ReVBP5YBB_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/sTwueHuvrlM/s72-c/DSC00929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-1148658641188816449</id><published>2007-02-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:02:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences</title><content type='html'>An uncle of mine has just passed on yesterday. Such coincidence. Kita hanya merancang, tapi Tuhan menentukan. May Allah bless his soul. Semoga dicucuri Rahmat ke atas rohnya. &lt;em&gt;Al-Fateha. Amin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more days for Sissy's big day. Along the way, there are bound to be mishaps. I'll be very busy as of today. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Padahal bgn 2+; mampos mak aku pekik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ouh well, adik pengantin.. Sis's wedding kite yg sibok sampai da tak keje... (sounds familiar anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sunday, I'll be posting up more pix of the wedding. All I want for the wedding is a a smooth eventand pray hard nopthing bad will happen. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND IF ANYONE DARE TO MAKE TROUBLE OR MESS AROUND WITH ANYONE OF MY LOVED ONES, WATCH OUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ada yang berani datang buat kacau atau ada yang berani nak tunjuk muka, jangan sampai mak aku naik berang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGAT, sumpahan seorang ibu adalah yang terdahsyat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-1148658641188816449?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/1148658641188816449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=1148658641188816449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/1148658641188816449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/1148658641188816449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences.html' title='Condolences'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-7327035257722816476</id><published>2007-02-14T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:40:28.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my Valentine, please.</title><content type='html'>This made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jaja: Ko imagine, egh...Kite takde valentine, jadi kite valentine each other..Skalik tgh jln2.. aku ckp..."Eh Ain, tgk tu..." (pointing 2 something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ain: Ape...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jaja: Kau ckp Yat bz kan... Beh tadi ko ckp dier peberet gilerrr kat Shahril Ishak, kan???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ain: (burst out laughing) Kiter nmpk Yat &amp; Shahril valentine each other!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laini: Hahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ain: And u noe whr I picture it? @ Parkway! Hhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laini: Aku ponn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have red &amp; white roses?? Cuz, they say I'm crazy 2 ask 4 black rose. But if anybody's able to give me even 1 black rose, I'd be happy. Contented enough. Ouh God, take pity on this girl, for she haven't got any flowers in her life before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, after 13 days of rindu-rindu, I got 2 meet the boyfie. Hmmmm...so.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you be my &lt;strong&gt;Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-7327035257722816476?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7327035257722816476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=7327035257722816476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7327035257722816476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7327035257722816476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-my-valentine-please.html' title='Be my Valentine, please.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-4969359953231900888</id><published>2007-02-12T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:01:46.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I cried upon reading all my pass entries in my journal.No, certain parts. Maybe I just missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of roses and diamonds, &lt;em&gt;affirmation&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-4969359953231900888?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4969359953231900888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=4969359953231900888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4969359953231900888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4969359953231900888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-believe-i-cried-upon-reading-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-9121696270626583951</id><published>2007-02-11T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:00:19.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm bored. Anyways, I'm doing my report. My last ever report. Taking a break from it. I had wanted to go out the boyfie, apparently, he's gotta do school work. Speaking of which, it's been a good/bad 11 days I've not seen him. I missed him though. When ppl say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;distance makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I just don't &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, a short countless breaks from my report writing.I have to finish it asap so I can proceed with other things that demand my attention.I've not been reading the blue book. Pooft. ARGH! It's crazy not going out. And it's sunday, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the week is that, I finished my SIP. I survived CAAS. Duh! Gonna miss everything there.All, except the office in T1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030183264732802002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/Rc7NBzmDa9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OUWdkz1TPoI/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another highlight was, I went to Shahril Jantan's wedding yesterday. And mind you guys, a very stern warning ahead: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dun ever hold your wedding @ a town park or anywhere that don't provide convenient carpark. It suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I swear. What was supposed to be a grand wedding, turn out (to me), to be a quiet one..Maybe I came when it just started, but I managed to catch the time when the groom comes. Looking @ the kompang troupe, I wasn't mesmerized, but it made me smile. Sebenarnye aku tak paham mengapa begitu. I've never heard that kinda paluan, so, was intrigued by it. And best of all was, the kompang guys menari la siak! Not menari lyk menari.Just a small performance before they proceed to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it reminded me of my peeps there @ Taman Warisan right now.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rangsang Rias Pusaka Bangsa IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Was supposed to perform, but due to work commitment, there goes another good opportunity.I missed them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while other be looking forward to Valentine's outing (ouh roses!!), I was thinking of what happened it what Jaja, Laini n myself's imagination came true.Cibeh siak. So, anyways, for those who haven't heard of the song Papa Jahat (bukan video egh), listen up here.Sung by Fabulous Cats...Cat Farish.. and there's Adeep too. That name doesn't ring your bells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://active.macromedia.com/flash7/cabs/swflash.cab#version=" height="79" width="204" border="0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="5398"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="2090"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://awesome-mp3-player.com/awesome-mp3-player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://awesome-mp3-player.com/awesome-mp3-player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://awesome-mp3-player.com/awesome-mp3-player.swf" width="204" height="79" play="true" loop="true" quality="high" flashvars="bUseColor=true&amp;sCustomColor=2565927&amp;bUseText=true&amp;sBrandText=Awesome-MP3-Player%2Ecom&amp;sBrandUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eawesome-mp3-player%2Ecom%2Fhelp%2Ehtml&amp;bAutoPlay=false&amp;bCloakUrl=false&amp;mp3url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/6/20/80352/The%20Fabulous%20Cat%20-%20Papa%20Jahat.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-9121696270626583951?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/9121696270626583951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=9121696270626583951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/9121696270626583951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/9121696270626583951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sunday-rants.html' title='My Sunday rants'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/Rc7NBzmDa9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OUWdkz1TPoI/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-2338017950003457228</id><published>2007-02-08T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:50:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nk leak something bole??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RcnlkiBEDII/AAAAAAAAADY/jFEIJgIulPQ/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028802874705185922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RcnlkiBEDII/AAAAAAAAADY/jFEIJgIulPQ/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A big &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; to my tenuk friend (above)!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aku tau rare sungguh nampak Achiok naik bus. Heh. Have a good birthday with the other half, ya. Mcm gatal rasenyer mulut ni nk me-leak-kan sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year be a bliss to you,friend. May God bless you and your love ones, cuz you've been a good friend throughout the good n bad times. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*sheep smiling*&lt;/span&gt; Walaupon kau tenuk, kao tetap kawan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tu jer. This makes my day.Cuz awwww it's so swee.... Hmmmph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I have one too?? And a rose too??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-2338017950003457228?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2338017950003457228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=2338017950003457228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2338017950003457228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2338017950003457228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/nk-leak-something-bole.html' title='Nk leak something bole??'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RcnlkiBEDII/AAAAAAAAADY/jFEIJgIulPQ/s72-c/DSC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-3137662430377750319</id><published>2007-02-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:00:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was what I learnt yesterday.</title><content type='html'>It all came about when... Sai spotted it.. Don't you realise that almost everything that ends with the letters &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-EK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sounds wrong, or have a wrong meaning??? Go figure that out. It makes sense. Kalau ader Didi, even the word NEN-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, da dgr lagu Papa Jahat? Chuber lah dengar. I heard over @ HOT FM, and I was with Dad in the car that time. It's lagu egh, not video. Tak pons, t jumpe ku dgrkan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-3137662430377750319?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/3137662430377750319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=3137662430377750319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3137662430377750319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3137662430377750319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-was-what-i-learnt-yesterday.html' title='This was what I learnt yesterday.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-2106541829968424982</id><published>2007-02-06T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:00:22.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someponderingthoughts.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your most-ardent- enemy is your evil self which resides within your body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" - Hadith Bukhari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right when I say none of us gets away from hypocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's high time to rectify these matters again. Sounds familiar, huh? At every mention of the word "rectify" there goes the problem again.And again. And again. In fact, I dunnoe what I'm getting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hypocracy, a word too big. But all of us are in it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Come make merry, everybody. When the saying goes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you can't beat them, you join them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, there's truth in those lines. Huhu. It's tough, and we're still trying. We all love to play pretend..play acting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish my childhood was better, cuz I wish I had better talents at something else. I only have one regret, I wished I hadn't made that move, now that it cost me my regrets. Awaiting that time, to proceed and leave everything behind. Maybe find myself a new talent. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is to get and secure myself with a job. That is what I'm looking forward to. And to the time I will handover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I wanna lay-low and soul-search. Maybe I'll find the right friends, maybe I'll be the perfect loner i used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-2106541829968424982?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2106541829968424982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=2106541829968424982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2106541829968424982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2106541829968424982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/someponderingthoughts.html' title='Someponderingthoughts.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-8388504600746113036</id><published>2007-02-05T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:19:22.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will everything end soon?</title><content type='html'>The weekend has been okay. Managed to complete the QC on berkats of 3000 in a day.So good. So the plan to go out yesterday has been cancelled too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*boo-hoo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today.At work, but not doing any yet. Suppy's on child MC which makes that our ultimate free day. Hmm... prolly I'll go check out the fans anticipating for LION's return later in the afternoon.. Other than that, I wish I was at home, sleeping or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hope for everything that has been concurrently active and in progress to just come to a halt.Or, end soon. I can't wait to embark on a new phase in life, of which will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be nice to get a surprise.maybe a visit, or anything. That is something I cant anticipate. Or maybe roses.. Awww..I love roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something random. Do I look like Seha???It's a no-no siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a good thing when you have period and is sick at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe,will you fetch me again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-8388504600746113036?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8388504600746113036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=8388504600746113036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8388504600746113036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8388504600746113036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/will-everything-end-soon.html' title='Will everything end soon?'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-3686239671247677416</id><published>2007-02-01T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:34:35.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job, it's the work that i hate.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's time to proceed to next phase. I maybe talking in circles, but you know, hush-hush. So... next phase.So far so good...Just hope to achieve my target.It was all joy after 15 minutes of anxiety.Ok, that's all for it.I've a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard arh, trying to best to keep things to yourself, when you know this is your blog and you need to take things off your mind and chest.Urgh. So, i supposed, blogs are best kept or updated for memorable and happy events in your life. Cuz, when you try to let it out virtually, no one listens to your tone.And they sparks errr... tonnes of nonsense. That's the very best rubbish I can get to say. So, when you have things to say, say it in your own personal diary where you will never be sure if there is anybody to read them up when you die or when they find your diary some 20-30 years later in a pile of junk. Lesson learnt. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(and forgotten)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... Lions won 1st leg of the finals. Hmm... Is it pure luck? They're not the Lions I used to support a decade ago.Those times of Fandi Ahmad, Malek Awab, David Lim, Lim Tong Hai, Jang Jung who looks like dad.. But one thing for sure.. the boyfie like Shahril Ishak so much. Sounds gay. Anyway, all the best Lions for the 2nd leg. You know, it doens't matter much they win or lose. My life continues as usual.Nothing changes.Not like if Lions got the title, Singapore gets a public holiday. So, i supposed tmr Aiport will be packed with Lions fans n fanatics.No, fanatics only. I think. They're flying off to Bangkok, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1040 flight on SQ62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If i'm right, that is. &lt;em&gt;{Reminiscing those times. Kental siak dulu kakak-ku ada feeling2 nk jodohkan aku ngan anak Barry Whitbread.. Hahhahahah. Makan bread je lah aku hari2..}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna count down to SIP ends. Cuz that means I need to look 4 a job. And that sucks okay. What if the jobs all don't want me again? This place wants me...if they want; and if I can go back Avsec, yea... I'd love to. I met so many kinds of ppl.. The officer who made a remark of we ppl cutting queue when she can go and check our passes instead of standing there like some small titty model, the weird mentally-ill person who asked me on the skytrain if i'm a duty terminal officer of which i wasnt even wearing thier uni,then kwn ku seekor ni yg suker nah bontot ape aku buat, mane aku pegi dan tkde sense of direction langsung dan dier jugak shave bulu tangan dier!!! lelaki siak!!! And this one Coffee Bean staff whose face resembles Aliff, but with a Dumb &amp; Dumber's hairstyle. Name naz siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asal egh, org kata mat2 keje airport hensem2???My biggest question mark, cuz, I never see any hensem berger ard. Or maybe my taste is just too high for them to even make a pass.Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope to have an enjoyable weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-3686239671247677416?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/3686239671247677416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=3686239671247677416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3686239671247677416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3686239671247677416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-my-job-its-work-that-i-hate.html' title='I love my job, it&apos;s the work that i hate.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-4331406225338251690</id><published>2007-01-30T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:54:23.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long...</title><content type='html'>After only a few girls turned up for a pathetic meeting, we headed to Al-Qader. Ok, so there's Fid, Jaja &amp; myself. Konon nk discuss set. Ok,we did. But something captured my attention. It's been there for so long.. And i have been wondering about it for so long.. I wondered, what is in the building.. I see people come and go, if it's an office, wah.. the employer must be damn lucky to have employees going back at late hours...The building laid stagnant. No lights or whatsoever. Just the buildings, and there's even a carpark. It couldn't be some welfare association, could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, to present my findings about &lt;a href="http://ssabuddhist.org/"&gt;SSA (aka Singapore SOKA Association)&lt;/a&gt; . Call me lembab or dumb, doesn't matter. Now I know what SOKA does. Depicted from its website, SOKA is  a Buddhist organisation established to promote understanding and practice of Buddhism.  SSA was officially registered in 1972 with the Registry of Societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nichiren Buddhist philosophy teaches that every individual has the potential to become enlightened in his or her lifetime. Each person has within, the power to overcome life's challenges, to live a life of value and be a positive influence in one's community, society and the world. Nichiren Buddhism is derived from the Lotus Sutra, the epitome teaching of Shakyamuni Buddha that affirms the universal Buddha nature in all people. "&lt;/em&gt; .. ouh kisahnyer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, soka in Chinese means value creation. How cool. Kire, kalau Muslim ada MUIS, buddhist ada SOKA. Eh, Fid, Jaja!!! Aku dah tau ape dorang buat arh.. Tapi aku masih tak tau ape kat dalam. Mau check it out pe?? Tapi aku condiferrent, ade wak buddha tuh. Ape egh name dier? Ntah arh.. AKu mane geng dier..Aku ajak lari2, dier asek nk duduk jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, tak sangka egh, dalam diamnya building tu, dia ader kene-mengena ngan Singapore INternational Foundation, Ministry of Community Devt Youth &amp; Sports, National Youth Council.. Bagui arh dorang ni.. Patotla salu balik lmbt jer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I learnt something new about other religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today is the big day. Pray for me, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-4331406225338251690?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4331406225338251690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=4331406225338251690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4331406225338251690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4331406225338251690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/01/after-so-long.html' title='After so long...'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-8247221872099786408</id><published>2007-01-29T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:54:54.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blastin'</title><content type='html'>It was a more than fine weekend afterall. Ok, I've got less than 10 mins to kill before knockoff time. Was busy the whole day compiling some data. Bongok la anak saper yg buat survey tak compile into 1 spreadsheet. Anyways, had wanted to fast since today's 10 Muharam, Hari Asyurah, but some miscommunication caused me to forgo the fast. Hmmph. Sokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman ganggu aku!! Just to tell me, lela n yat that he misses us. What the Aiman he is..Okay. Itu jekkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-8247221872099786408?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8247221872099786408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=8247221872099786408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8247221872099786408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8247221872099786408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/01/blastin.html' title='Blastin&apos;'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-7866953998605830459</id><published>2007-01-24T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:27:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short story.</title><content type='html'>Stinky mouths. *Caris, I missed you idiot! Cuz of the word stinks* Okay period. That's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Try imagine yourself cooking up some marvellously special dish for a special occasion, only to be spoilt by access salt or something, and your precious dish is gone to waste. That is exactly how it has been. And there's two options left; to cook a new dish n try something different or let it go down the drain. Your effort, i mean. Comtemplation is heart pain okay. I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then suddenly you thought, &lt;em&gt;"Since I've been trying to cook some special dish, but it never turn out good, why don't I let everything go down the drain.Maybe the method is not right... Maybe I've to study a better recipe that will not be spoilt, or maybe the utensils used??? Ouh no, shouldn't be what... Must be the ingredients! Yes, the ingredients!! Ingredients plus accidents is what make the whole dish bad.."&lt;/em&gt; You thought so hard, till you almost forgot your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since the occasion doesn't come everyday, yet it's special, you thought it may be good to have sometime and research on that dish. If a chef can give all his patience in making a &lt;strong&gt;SIGNATURE DISH&lt;/strong&gt;, you should feel the same about what you're doing. Being an amateur, you decided to take things as they come, loosen up and back to be doing what you're comfortable with.As long as your dish will slowly be a goodand special dish, you'll whip it out on the special occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;However, you felt that you should go. Suddenly you felt like you can't handle accidents. And obviously you wouldnt want your kitchen to blow up, just for one special dish. Suddenly your patience is wearing thin. Neighbours.. ahhh they're the closest around you, and they can either be good neighbours or a pain in the ass.So they're the latter that kept complaining of the burnt smell from your unit. You wondered, &lt;em&gt;"don't they also have their own special dish that they have been trying to create?? Can't they just leave me n my dish alone?? Ouh God, stop them from poking into my kitchen. I'm just a small fry here in the neighbourhood.An amateur. Go and sniff elsewhere!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There you were..in your small kitchen with all your pots and pans, kitchen utensils and ingredients all over the place. You were slumped in one corner. You've had enough that you broke down. Nothing seems to be right. You've been told off cuz neighbours never stop complaining about the burnt smell. While thinking of all possibilities to move on and stop thinking about &lt;strong&gt;SIGNATURE DISH&lt;/strong&gt;, you fell asleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yuh.. No more ideas to continue...Maybe you guys can help. I have an idea of a someone who appears in her dreams, to encourage her not to give up on her hard work, or to tell her that having signature dish isn't important at all.Or maybe it is the someone for that special occasion whom she had wanted to prepare the dish for that appear in her dreams, to tell her she need not worry about the dish, for that does not matter. And he'll accept her for her. But wait, this ain't no Cinderella story or some fairytale.. There can never be a "And so they live happily ever after.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since the day has yet to end, I shall tell myself this is yet to be the best or worst anni ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO LONG, SMALL FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-7866953998605830459?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7866953998605830459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=7866953998605830459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7866953998605830459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7866953998605830459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/01/short-story.html' title='Short story.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-3631531496905567137</id><published>2007-01-19T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:19:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly random stuffs.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should just stick to weekly updates on this blog. Reasons being, my lappy was down with freaking virus.Though now it's okay after rebooting for the 2nd time, my bluetooth is still not available. Anybody got any idea why?????????? It's in the system, but it just wont come out, you see. and my hp is laden with all the photos i've been taking since last week. And it's not okay. Cuz, I dun intend to use mt USB cable for my hp. It doesnt seem to be working. And bsides, since day 1 i've been using bluetooth for connection from hp to lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our performance for the openhouse. I hope, who's there were entertained by us. Should I say our new antics? And if I say, everybody wld start asking for it; I recorded the performance. However, I dun have any USB cable to connect the camcorder to my lappy, so I can post it somehwr...Sorry pals, wait till I get a USB cable for that soon. I missed the post-show lepaking session to brood over our mistakes done during performance.As, I had to rush back to office to help out with the National Security Course. (free mkn lagik).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin gof free makan, I had a sumptious lunch on Tuesday. Free mahh.. Since CAAS held AAR (Annual Airport Reception), myself and Kak Marlina, my supervisor started inappropriately with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Chocolate Fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and end our meal with it again. The tempura was good, but Tiger prawns were rationed.Satay was marvellous too. Not to forget the Cream of mushroom and DIY garlic breads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracked. Back to yesterday, I went home early.So, I took my time to think of what to wear today.No matter how late i reach home, I'll nvr fail to search through my wardrobe for clothes to wear.Apparently, I wore the wrong heels to work. Now my soles feel like they've got abrasions. I watched AI 6 and Prison Break. Duh. AI was....I dunnoe what to call it,but somehow I sympathize with some participants.They're like making a fool out of themselves. Kesian kan.. And there are those like from twilight zone. I felt like watching those weird movies like LOTR and movies alike with weird characters. Yet I laughed still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my bluetooth BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so work is boring nowadays. I've been thinking, shld I apply here. I like the job, just that the work gets on my nerves at times. And, can I stay @ AVSEC?? I love the environment. So secluded..Recently I've received a phonecall from this particular company.I think I wanna trun down the interview. Not that I'm picky abt work. Upon hearing I can choose between full time nd part time and there's alot of psot to choose from, I was keen. But I decided to fore go it. Maybe better work will come again soon. My whole reason is that, the caller is sooooo chikopek. And I cant stand that. Furthermore, he's a Malay. That's it. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, guys.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY BLUETOOTH BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was clever enough to check into HP's site and finally!!! So, here's a bit of my previous outing to El-Sheik den back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Achiok taking public transport is soooooo rare. So here goes. Mumble without Gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021589810553832786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RbBFU8HIRVI/AAAAAAAAACo/YYsLqhxtpeQ/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021589819143767394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RbBFVcHIRWI/AAAAAAAAACw/m89o12PZNxI/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021589819143767410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RbBFVcHIRXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ATGDZyiX1UA/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021589819143767426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RbBFVcHIRYI/AAAAAAAAADA/DZ2bQ-L1Nbw/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bus full of makels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this, I'm very happy. Can go lunch oso happy. Wait till 5.30pm, then go back..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy, when will money drop from the sky?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-3631531496905567137?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/3631531496905567137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=3631531496905567137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3631531496905567137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/3631531496905567137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/01/silly-random-stuffs.html' title='Silly random stuffs.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RbBFU8HIRVI/AAAAAAAAACo/YYsLqhxtpeQ/s72-c/DSC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-5216040193520287480</id><published>2007-01-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:01:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Green Day.</title><content type='html'>I cant help posting this. Cuz it's been twice we've been hit by the twin bug. First was wehn we both went to NLB, wearing black tops n tuds and jeans and birks/neckers and black bag.. so cute. Sumpah org tgk kiter okay. And sumpah kiter tk plan langsong okayyyyyy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beh kali ni green day. Bacin kan.. We met up after sucha long time together.. And again we wore similar outfits. Hirok-pikok egh org tgk kiter. Confirm dorang pk kiter plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019551595168810290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RakHlMHIRTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5YOGElYPGtw/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One nice shot on some staircase, cuz we need light.Cekik darah kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's one time when we were chatting and eating Sapporo popoks &amp; bubble teas, a chemong jumped to a dry-riser and jumped to where Laini was sitting. Then later on the same thing happened, only to play alipong with me. So cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019557354719954242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RakM0cHIRUI/AAAAAAAAACY/dwfXmeKIQuo/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanx, girlfriend. For the companion. It's been quite awhile. And I too missed the old bunch's picnic. Lepas Pentas arh?? Hee... *hint hint*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to dream of you sleeping like a child, like previous times... i heart u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-5216040193520287480?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/5216040193520287480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=5216040193520287480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5216040193520287480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5216040193520287480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-green-day.html' title='My Green Day.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RakHlMHIRTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5YOGElYPGtw/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-5462981413439819730</id><published>2007-01-11T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:57:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parfum..</title><content type='html'>Hey, who's planning to buy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;GUESS Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; perfume?? If anybody is, pls holler me. Cuz, we'd get cheaper price, if we buy 2, you see.. Prolly you'll pay just $70.. (It's 75, airport price).. It smells like Lollita Lempicka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, anybody wld like a share of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CK Green Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? It's a set of 2 30ml bottles, for $69.90 only. Imagine, you'd only pay abt $35 jerrr.. Wowness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could forgo my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Adidas Original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if anybody wld like to buy the GUESS Gold, or CK Green Apple.... Quick, before time runs out. Tenkiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, and my lappy's infected with virus. So, here I am, updating @ work.. I need my lappy now for work, if I shift to T1. And, I so don't like the office environment. Ouh, lappy, get well soon yahh.. If T1's gonna be a shitty environment, I'll look forward to carrying goods, for the orientation and to the end of SIP.. 4 more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-5462981413439819730?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/5462981413439819730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=5462981413439819730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5462981413439819730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5462981413439819730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/01/parfum.html' title='Parfum..'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-7456620152358760799</id><published>2007-01-09T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:11:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This guy, is a Cancerian. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017692330354222226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RaJslu73JJI/AAAAAAAAACE/X0igIyRrBQU/s320/profilepic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/cancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.&lt;br /&gt;A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep smiling tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-7456620152358760799?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7456620152358760799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=7456620152358760799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7456620152358760799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/7456620152358760799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-guy-is-cancerian.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RaJslu73JJI/AAAAAAAAACE/X0igIyRrBQU/s72-c/profilepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-8171572925066383223</id><published>2006-12-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:23:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB outing on eve of Hari Raya Haji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WHat is the very best thing to do on Hari Raya Haji Eve? Well, to begin with, I don't sense any holidays coming.I don't feel Hari Raya Haji, nor New Year. I think of them as just another public holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we had planned to go Kg Jawa to buy some cloths. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maklom la egh, kakak kawin, adik pengantin kene glamour.. Jammarahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;However we diverted our way to JB and got some nice cloths for the intended bajus. Ouh wait! Before the whole thing, we had breakfast @ Sarah Rose. And this small girl, despite the fact that I have yet to poo for quite a few days, decided to eat my long awaited Butter Egg Thosai. Not 1 but two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015335892192867730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RZoNa-tsNZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5HPS8BdZwkY/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;It's nice. Tapi macam pandang lagi kat dlm gmbr ni mcm kain langsir. haha Ropol2 macam Ramlah Ram!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was rather an unplanned one. After a thirst quencher stop, with my Carrot Susu, we shopped a bit @ UO and bought Hot Chocolate!!! Before we head down to Larkin, Achik and I bought Dunkin' Donuts. We were still eating despite the fact that we kinda full. Well, there are times when we hafta eat even if we're full. Like now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sending off our intended bajus for tailoring, and Achik's and Daddy's @ Sabree's, we had some light late lunch.. Or I must say early dinner? Achik and Daddy said light. Wait, do you call a Mee Rebus each, and Satays light meal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what? After buying some water containers @ Makro, we headed off to Perling Mall. i think intention was to look for some stuffs. I was busy looking for game shop that sells games for my PSP. Which has yet to be modified, cuz its 2.81. Darndest thing ever. And it so happened that Daddy and Uni were already seated @ Secret Recipe.So, both the bro and myself were kinda contemplating whether or not to ...you know..eat??So, telling ourselves that we may not be able to eat @ the same place back in Singapore, so we surrendered to a little feast, yet again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Tak muat pon sumbat jekk..bile lagi nak dapat makan Secret Recipe kat Singapore.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best thing in life happened, but I think I was too starstruck to even go up to him. Damn, we met Papa Rock la siakkk.. Ramli Sarip.. Like hello!!! Ramli Sarip okay... not Siti Nurhaliza...I swear he's cool shit okay.Legend siakk. Elated kaozzzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was how the boring day was spent.. As for now, it's Hari Raya Haji. So, Selamat Hari Raya Haji.. to those who's performed the pilgriimage. Don't ask me plans about New Year's eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://brutalfairy.multiply.com/photos/album/11"&gt;Snapshots here.&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/7999721-8171572925066383223?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://brutalfairy.multiply.com/photos/album/11' title='JB outing on eve of Hari Raya Haji'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8171572925066383223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=8171572925066383223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8171572925066383223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8171572925066383223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/jb-outing-on-eve-of-hari-raya-haji.html' title='JB outing on eve of Hari Raya Haji'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RZoNa-tsNZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5HPS8BdZwkY/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-8317500565443840521</id><published>2006-12-25T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:11:24.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Khatulistiwa</title><content type='html'>Where's the photos, girls??? Eniwei, here's the group pic taken off from &lt;a href="http://www.dikirbarat.com"&gt;DikirBarat.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012337884936534802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RY9mv_Xf-xI/AAAAAAAAABs/JxlZdUxQOHA/s320/TemasekPolyGirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won that title, for the 2nd running time. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Piala Kumpulan Wanita Terbaik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How do I feel? Satisfaction.But not fully satisfied. I'm thankful though. We could have done better, though. Guys and gals, whoever you ar, pst ker nira ker.. I was reading NIra's taggy, wen I teared reading those tags. Boy, was I touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the title, there's still more improvement needs to be made. Lesson learnt for me, especially. Jangan tulis part2 da nak dekat dateline, no matter how hirok-pikok your head is, sampaikan hukum rima lari. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*yak dish*&lt;/span&gt; Nevertheless, more trainings..Bleargh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We knew the mistakes we've done on stage. And never did we had expected to win again. I really wanna know how we fair overall... Despite the fact that we were scapegoats, that the mic were only pulled nearer after us. Despite the fact, my lyrics was crap. We made do with everything. We cried over spilled milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've thanked almost everybody that I've forgotten to thank this group of people, who came down especially to support us, NIra &amp; PST. These people are, our President of MAG, Hajar, VP Hani, Secretary Nadiah, Treasurer Cipah, SNT girls - Dee, Sha &amp;amp; Ad, Laini and everybody else. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so i'm going off to JB in 2 hours. Yet, I feel miserable. Damn. I should have gone out with the boyfie yesterday.Now he's miserable @ home. And I couldnt even do a single thing to make him feel better. Pooft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-8317500565443840521?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8317500565443840521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=8317500565443840521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8317500565443840521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8317500565443840521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/post-khatulistiwa.html' title='Post-Khatulistiwa'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RY9mv_Xf-xI/AAAAAAAAABs/JxlZdUxQOHA/s72-c/TemasekPolyGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-2096437896267975251</id><published>2006-12-21T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:03:18.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas List...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since Xmas is approaching, with the long weekends for most, I also wanna add more to my wishlist. This is what happen when you're attached @ SCA, with not many things to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gucci Rush 2 - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD88-110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adidas Original -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burberry Brit -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SGD88-110&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bijoux Terner carry-all bag -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SGD20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi's - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD117-123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giordano's Polo Tee - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esprit's L/S top -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD28-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casio Baby-G Sweet Poison Edition - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD126&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casio Baby-G Gold Edition - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD160&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess imprint bangle watch -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD154&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess hobo bag -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD171&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PSP -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SGD412&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (AP so ex..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear I can go kehrayzee over those. Buti'll be contented to be able to buy any one of the above mentioned perfume and watch and bag. Heeee... Mr Santa, pls come visit my blog.. My wishlist is up. Make sure I can get those... Pls Mr Santa... Wait. Who will be my Mr Santa? Ouh my... At these times, I wish I was a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPOILT BRAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, being a spoilt brat, you'd get almost whatever you want. Mention, the next day, you'll get it. See how shiny their silver spoons are? On the contrary, you're obviously seen as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPOILT BRAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Born filthy rich, no need to work, while the rest slog day in and out.Get most luxury... And we're deprived of those..OUh my.. If only my pay is 1440 instead of a meagre 440, which almost used up cuz I bought working clothes. So, I supposed now left abt a quarter to survive the whole month. Of which, debts have yet to be cleared and dec bills have yet to be set aside. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pooft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleaseeeeee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Santa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-2096437896267975251?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2096437896267975251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=2096437896267975251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2096437896267975251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2096437896267975251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-list.html' title='Xmas List...'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-8854021258697342762</id><published>2006-12-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:02:06.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality check: 2 more trng days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then, the big day. Filled with anxiety, rather than excitement.Loads of stress.Where things go wrong? I don't know. Risks are taken. So yeah. Hope it works. Every comp never fail to have setbacks for me. For us. Why is it so hard to get the team to be independent, responsible, less sensitive, respect..etc? Or maybe I'm the &lt;em&gt;suey&lt;/em&gt; one. Every group I've been too (ok, there's only 2 so far), both are like actively inactive. Almost everytime come to trngs, there's only the same faces to entertain, and be entertained.So demoralising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I never stop looking for a brighter day. For me. And everybody else..Hmm.. Maybe I can find something useful to do the ext time I come for trng.Isntead of playing the waiting game, i could learn something new.Say...the &lt;em&gt;ribena&lt;/em&gt;? Heee`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows they can see my silly face playing those during Pentas next year? Ouh such high hopes. Anyway, anybody interested in this? (See pic below) Come and give your utmost support to TP dk girls, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nira Nyertika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and TP dk boys, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Panjy Sry Temasek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010515457298397954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RYjtQvXf-wI/AAAAAAAAABg/TvucsGfDWy8/s320/Poster%2520Khatulistiwa%25202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm...should I post my lyrics here??... Nvm. Maybe some other time. Maybe after all's over... Maybe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai shite ru.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-8854021258697342762?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8854021258697342762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=8854021258697342762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8854021258697342762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8854021258697342762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/reality-check-2-more-trng-days.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RYjtQvXf-wI/AAAAAAAAABg/TvucsGfDWy8/s72-c/Poster%2520Khatulistiwa%25202006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-8908008732274489642</id><published>2006-12-16T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:21:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I was....</title><content type='html'>A mixed feeling person. Full of emotions. I had BIG lunch. Imagine.. triple decker, cheese cake and double chocolate. How sinful can I be???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being with them, just feel perfectly like the old times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008799683992021906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RYLUxltu65I/AAAAAAAAAAw/voxdqXPO-G8/s320/IliGeli002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008799683992021922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RYLUxltu66I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-1xAuUHNA5s/s320/IliGeli004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008799683992021938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RYLUxltu67I/AAAAAAAAABA/14DiWvb0vh4/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008799688286989250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RYLUx1tu68I/AAAAAAAAABI/Fpv5BJ_2TtY/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All toilets shots. Not really.We took only @ skool toilet &amp; TEKNO. yes, Tekno. Imagine that. Chuber egh, ader 4 orang sumbat dlm cubicle kat Tekno tuh. View more pix &lt;a href="http://brutalfairy.multiply.com/photos/album/8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.I miss those good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get well soon, bie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-8908008732274489642?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8908008732274489642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=8908008732274489642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8908008732274489642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/8908008732274489642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-i-was.html' title='Today I was....'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RYLUxltu65I/AAAAAAAAAAw/voxdqXPO-G8/s72-c/IliGeli002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-4491862994125501844</id><published>2006-12-15T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:58:02.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisced, Hopes, and Whatnots random stuffs.</title><content type='html'>A hell lot of things are running through my head.Causing me &lt;s&gt;sleepless&lt;/s&gt; restless nights. Is it just me, or is it my luck? It is simply tough.  Tough, not being me, but in the position that I am. Tell me, who am I supposed to confide in? Worst of all, it's getting tougher especially when things are coming to the end. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for March. Alot of things happening.. My birthday. I'm turning 20. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*gulps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What difference does that make? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A year older, a year dumber.&lt;/span&gt; And a hell of alot more to think.. Such as.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"When am I getting married???", "When am I getting my Degree???", "When to stop depending on parentsssss?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wait, I didn't get anymore pocket money or allowances, whatever you call it, so that means I'm "so-called" independent kan?)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;then&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.."When to earn more money..?" Duh, I've got to save up for dry spells, SOS, marriage (again. Why is it popping in my head, for goodness sake?!), DEGREE, driving liscense, car, bike, loads of shopping spree and eating frenzy...???? Provide better lives for my aging parentsssss.. (You see, I've got 2 sets of parents.Ni blom include parents in laws tau..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHEN IS THAT ALL GOING TO HAPPEN???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being &lt;strong&gt;OLD&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm looking forward to Pentas. And hope to make it a blast. Like that of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pentas Wayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My 1st on-stage production in TP. I love those moments. Those memories live long in  my heart, I tell ya. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tak kisahlah asek kene kacau jek egh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..But when we reminisce, I think it's the best Pentas ever. Even if this acad year's gonna be the same,the feeling is somehow different.. Yeah...nothing could ever be better than the first.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Macam first love, first failure, first kiss, first errrr whatever la..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's high time I search within myself. Soul-search la dumb. And it's high time to get away from being the 4Ls. That is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lemah,lembek,lembut,lembab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.What do people call that? Your mutual rights? Or your social rights? Whatever. But my main concern is, what if, I am gonna hurt anybody during that process/procedure?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I HATE WHAT IFs!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Bisik naluri*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where's the democracy, Ain?? You wanna be fair, cuz you dun want anybody to get hurt, to feel pressurized, to apape lagik la...In shorter terms, you don't want people to be like Ain.The old Ain. The Ain who only listen to others, without others listening to her.To only suffer in silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Bisik syaitan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ain, it's time you stand up for your rights.Maybe for others too.Listen, someone, or some people have to get hurt.Either someone gets hurts.Stop thinking of others, Ain. At times, for the benefit of all, you have to call the shots. Not for long, lass. There's very short time left for you.Leave an impact on them all, whether it's hatred, or admiration. When will you ever stop pleasing people, and here you are, feeling all gullible??Forget all the ties.No one will respect you, if you always give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Datang sarat gendongan ini, berat pundak makin beban.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLERGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; March, come sooner please. I can't wait to pass on. Then i'll be care-free...I'll be happy..I can live normally.I hope. Can I be reborn and make up for all the mistakes I've done? I don't regret all my decisions. Even if I made the wrong moves, there's always lesson to be learnt in my journey. Only certain things I regret. And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emosi egh? Do I look like a dictator? I should be looking like one, you know. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*rolled eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end it off. I've been late for work since last week.. Not really late. See, I reach work @ 8.50 by my watch, but the clock in the office states it's 9.00am. It's 10 minutes faster. Ntah negara mana ntah dier ikot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her's some random stuff I've found in our office... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"The organization is like a tree full of monkeys, all on different limbs at different levels, some climbing up. The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces. The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Make sense? True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to lunch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-4491862994125501844?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4491862994125501844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=4491862994125501844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4491862994125501844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/4491862994125501844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/reminisced-hopes-and-whatnots-random.html' title='Reminisced, Hopes, and Whatnots random stuffs.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-2932873657833068098</id><published>2006-12-13T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:01:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahasa menunjukkan bangsa kita yang suka nah berbahasa.</title><content type='html'>Errr.. ni random. Sebenarnya, ku nak berblog dalam bahasa melayu. Ntah dah knape, tapi macam feeling2 nak berbahasa melayu pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan apa.. Masalahnya ni.. tak berat.Ok, ku da tak tau nak ckp macam mana lagi ntah, but someone is getting on my nerves!!!!!!!!!! Berbalik pada bahasa ibunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku rasa, kanak2 MWC ni memang gini arh. The male species especially. Err.. Yang lelaki lahh. Seb baik boyfie ku da bukan dari golongan mika2. Yang satu si rambot panjang mengurai tu dalah lembabon..tak bole kene sikit."Tak boleh kene sikit" tu maksodnye, tak bole kene panas, t matahari tu nak "bunuh" dia, angkat barang berat sikit dah mengeluh,..Chuber egh bayangkan.. ku yang pompan ni bole angkat kotak yang penuh dengan 12 folder, setiap satu dipenuhi dgn lebih 100 mukasurat. Imagine ku angkut 5 kotak macam tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tu, datang pulak lagi satu ni.Mula tu dia okay la. Tak lah se-irritating sekarang.Paling ku menyampah, bile ku cakap dier mcm nk feeling suara dier sek arh gitu. Bayangkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ain: Eh, I think they not coming arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dektu: Hmmmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it egh dier pey "hmmmm" tuh. Abe, ada lagi satu senario.Suke nah repeat ape ku cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ain: Shouldn't be la..Not today wat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;DektuLAGI: Not today uhhh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo korangs baca, mmg la tkde pape.. T jumpe ku, ku demo-kan.Betapa gelinye aku..Kalao dulu ada Cariss bole lah ku tahan.Ni aku sorangs ngan dorangs...Erghhhh.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIDAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behkan, tadik ku buat observation study arh.Yang sesungguhnye mendak.Egh, baru ku teringat, semalam ku nmpk 2 orang muke mirip Mudd.Yerp, the he-bimbo as the boyfie calls him.Same seyyy.Tapi dorangs pompans arh.Eh..satu shim. Kalau shim tu btol2 pompan confem lawa.Tapi budak ASO yg smlm ku nmpk btol serupa.And she's pretty I tell ya.Dia lagi qualify jadi air-stewardess ke pramugari ke highclass prostitute ke, highclass waitress ke, pape la yg korang panggil. She got the looks and she's cool type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik pada cerita ku..Tadi gi buat study tuh ngan dua lahabau ni lahh..kita nmpk a group of  pramugaris. (duh!) Kite pongs bobal arh pasal dorangs.Beginilah kisah kite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya: You see those girls...They look all the same to us right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dektu: Yalor..All the same.Same shape, same size, same hairstyle, same ass size, i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dekni: Really? Why?? (harap maklom dekni lembab nk mampos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dektu: Can't you see that?? They all look the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya: I think all who wants to work in that kinda line must have pretty face to die for, that 36-26-36 figure...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dekni: You sure.. (Kan dier percaya ckp aku...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dektu: See the ass laa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya: Eh wait! Not all are the same you know.See... some not chio at all for goodness sake! Eh, got one there you see.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dekni &amp; Dektu: (tgk satu arah..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya:I swear she got fats underneath those supertight fitting 2 piece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a foul mouth today.I know. Bukan selalu dapat observe benda2 pelik ni.Alahh ni passing remark jek.Confem pelik kalau ader orang seperti yg diatas yg nk baca bende karut ni kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ku da dapat pay cheque!! Harap maklom egh, ni 1st pay.Selepas 2 bulan.. Tapi part touching nyer... Beg Carlo Rino yg ku kepinginkan dah tkde on display!!!!!!!!Yup bingit. Beh kan, ada jam lovers' collection Baby G &amp; G Shock yg putih!!!!!!!Bingit sungguh.Hmmmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh lagi satu, kawan2..Ada &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wisdom tooth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ngan tumbuh ni ha kat gusi ku.. Yela.. tumbuh kat gusi la mana lagik egh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you be free on 23rd onwards for me????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-2932873657833068098?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2932873657833068098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=2932873657833068098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2932873657833068098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/2932873657833068098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/bahasa-menunjukkan-bangsa-kita-yang.html' title='Bahasa menunjukkan bangsa kita yang suka nah berbahasa.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-5002758710563135224</id><published>2006-12-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:29:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend's not blastin' yet.</title><content type='html'>Anyway, C087 had our finale dinner @ Riverside Indonesian Restaurant. A smaller rival to Bali Thai. I still love Bali Thai. We played hide n seek with the Restaurant. Hmmph. Usual. After hide &amp; seek, we played the ever so famous the waiting game! I think we only started eating @ 8pm. Chit chat with our ex-lecturers, Ms Rohaya &amp;amp; Ms Rashidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the snaps. Courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007257326715972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RX1aAlHgrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iVfkR2IGdpw/s320/img+532.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The remenants of c087.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007259663178181906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RX1cIlHgrRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AKLyl4gDytk/s320/img+534.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;The ladies..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007260878653926690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RX1dPVHgrSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kVKqIg04zSU/s320/img+535.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;The look on my &amp; Kay's face.. revealing something..Shhh..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we (the girls above, except Ms Marlina), headed to City Hall MRT. Upon reaching, Sha (yes, Sha) suggested we walk to Bugis MRT instead. Bacin! Being us, the lazy bones, sape nak kan!!!!! But OKAY, since she defended, it's to spend quality time together. What a stroll, Sha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday.. absolutely one of the days I hope, I could sleep in. But gotta wake up damn early to go majlis. Which we WALKED from blk 850, to blk 742, Tampines. Chuber egh. Lengitnyer kaki aku blom abes, mintak ampon!!! It's far okay. It's not like walking from Blk 850, to blk824.. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wass pissed with one of us. I mean pissed, as in she has no manners to grab the what supposedly to be mine.... Like hello!!!! Okay, fine. Kept my cool. Very unlikely of me, with her.. Pasal aku da fenings dan fenats okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headed to Tekno after majlis. Grab some food. Apparently, the fries were just not up to the usual standard. It's wrinkly. Tanx, Khiz for making us laughed till Nadrah teared and sprained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was no training, but meeting. And me trying to sell off the Khatu tix to them. SOMEONE please buy!!!!!!!!!!!!! Halfway through the meeting, the rest, apparently non-committee members were to wait while they discussed. I should have guessed we were more than nuisance to them. Waited and chit chat.  End of the day; kept me thinking. But something out of the many things made me smiled throughout my journey home in 34. (when I listen to Smack That, reminded me of boyfie's action moves.. i doubt he remember that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday was no better.Except, Khiffry made everybody's day. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE PLAYING WAITING GAME WITH THE PENGANTINS OKAY. &lt;/strong&gt;They can so fus&lt;/span&gt;So in a way, Khiffry made our day when he actually did a solo act when all we need is just gamelan instrumental. I simply think the weekend's not a blast. I guess my hands been itching for my pay!!!!!! I wanna go shopping @ transit!! Levi's got seasonal sale!! Pooft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mommy, I want a PSP. and those Baby-Gs(white ones n gold ones) and Esprit watches, Levi's and so much more, I swear to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-5002758710563135224?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/5002758710563135224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=5002758710563135224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5002758710563135224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/5002758710563135224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/weekends-not-blastin-yet.html' title='The weekend&apos;s not blastin&apos; yet.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PU3TmvxGsGo/RX1aAlHgrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iVfkR2IGdpw/s72-c/img+532.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116541846905196759</id><published>2006-12-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:21:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuffs and ramblings.</title><content type='html'>Twice I got the answer correct, and twice, luck isn't on my side. Hmmph. Anyway, I was talking about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan &amp; Young's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; "did he just say that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; game. Nvm. That made my day. I can't believe I almost laugh on the way to work this morning.I was tuning in to Muttons &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the Morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They were making a stupid joke, or rather remark. And I laughed.How stupid can I be? Well, that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caris was back today.It was supposed to be a visit.Yea. And Nic,Kak Marlina,Caris and myself had lunch together. Speaking of my supervisor, Kak Marlina, that is, we're shifting to T1!!!! Heh. The transfer will only begin in January.So yea, at least a month of sufferings with RHA.It's not tough helping out with that.It's the people there.Poor management problem is one thing, they do not know how to maximise their own resources. Ok, period. I'm loooooooooking forward to it la. Besides, our office will be damn near to Popeyes.Like almost everyday can eat Popeyes. (Ye, makin gemok la akuuuuuu) I still love T2's transit. But I can't stand RHA right now. T1's gonna be great, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose I'll blog tommorow, since there's trng. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(But i'll blog on Friday.. Cuz, C087 is gonna have a finale!! It's @ Riverside Restaurant, and Ms Rashidah &amp; Ms Rohaya ar ecoming as well!!! Sha, bwk camera!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yea, and I hope the turnout's (for trng) gonna be better. Then next two weeks will be more intense trng. Hey, I thought of rewarding myself with an "off" day after the whole thing. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just thought of spending the day with the beloved, then I realised that I have an engagement invitation.&lt;/strong&gt; My kuzzie, Abg Luth is getting engaged.With.. errr, I dunnoe who.Yups, weird.Usually I know roughly who my prospect cousin-in-law is. I was thinking of long bus rides....shopping (ehem) with the boyfie.. It's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I was trying to plan something again, yet it &lt;em&gt;failed.&lt;/em&gt; Good try, Ain. Come next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Engagement...Hmmm.. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; question is, what shall I wear???&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; I don't really bother to wear fanciful, colourful stuffs. Make me look like makcik. I hate that okay.I'm not even 20 la. Which is why, I'd rather wear casual outfit even to weddings and what other invitations. I can't be bothered. Unless of course, if I'm somehow part of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing. Like that of next year... heeee.. Sis tying the knot, and I'm planning what I'm wearing for both days..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(Macam fish kan?? Nak jadi pengantin..mentelx heeeee)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Except that I had almost totally forgotten about the tudung part. Yes, Ain you have to wear that or people talk. You know how your relatives are like. I'm the black sheep, and their daugthers and grand-daughters and nieces are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, side tracked. Back to the engagement... I've no outfit. I'm already bored with the outfits I wear to work. Everyday I have to cram my head for what to wear. And I'm late not because I overslept, but I change my outfit the very last minute. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, i guess, I have to figure something out. But I swear I'm not going to wear any &lt;em&gt;baju kurungs&lt;/em&gt; okay. That's for Hari Raya. Too much of a hassle.Like I care what they are going to say. And it's only some engagement. Come, eat, chit chat. Right? True. Now chuck that out fo my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I missed the long bus rides with arguments, laughter and big hugs. When is that going to be, when we have less time with each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116541846905196759?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116541846905196759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116541846905196759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116541846905196759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116541846905196759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-stuffs-and-ramblings.html' title='Random stuffs and ramblings.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116533656821645158</id><published>2006-12-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:36:08.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the time of the month, girls.</title><content type='html'>And so it is! No cramps as yet. Just PMS. I forgot my purpose to blog. Surely not to tell the world it's the time of the month.... Lemme see.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yup. And indeed, the the time where I have alot to think about. Where works seeks my commitment, intelligence, communication, my other world, which evolves around mainly the comp, meetings, trainings seek my commitment, coorporation, motivation, examplary act of being punctual, whihc is inevitable since I'm not in the school precinct due to SIP. And why the hell am I speaking English? My brain juices are indeed working, and pumping juices out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin my period was, a text msg from Fid, whom, pointed out my sweetest mistake. In the time to rush for submission, I lost focus on the &lt;em&gt;rima&lt;/em&gt; on patani.Gawd. Why didn't anybody pointed out way earlier? When I finished my patani part long before? I had known all along there'd bound to be mistakes, which I did not deliberately do. I'm still kinda pissed with myself for overlooking that. So much for rushing. Two working days to complete it. (working day or what. Reminded me again of my yet to receive pay) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Minus points, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be discouraged, girls.That is if you are reading this. We'll work out on other parts. I have to make sure 7 people to proof read the set before I hand in for any submission. I hope the judges will not have any idea who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mawar Hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what exactly that brings me to blog, when I should be in bed, reading myself to sleep. Obviously, it's the attendance which has not been doing well. I don't think I should blog in our blog.It's my two cents not even worth it. So, if you tune in to my blog, you'll read.Maybe you can just exit my blog. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pooft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See girls, the problems that often lies in us are, attendance and manpower. When I thought I've tackle the manpower problem, the attendance start making noise. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe you girls think I or rather these I/Cs should be more lenient about attendance.Yup, lenient is the word. Yet it does not apply to our trainings, especially when the word &lt;strong&gt;COMPETITION &lt;/strong&gt;exists along those lines. Intense should be the word that compliments the latter. &lt;em&gt;And I think I've been too lenient.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the number of manpower we have, we should be coping well with the attendance. That is what should be happening right now. Again I thought to myself, could it be a problem with the seniors that the juniors think it's right to follow.If it is, what is that? Seriously, what scares me most is that word &lt;strong&gt;COMPETITION&lt;/strong&gt;, when the attendance is not even close to 30%. Doesn't the word &lt;strong&gt;COMPETITION&lt;/strong&gt; ring the bells???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should be more optimistic about it, afterall.Yea. i should be open about it, and believe in myself that I can tackle this very problem. Wow! That is sooooo optimistic la. This isn't a plea. But I really hope once the term test's over, I'd see full attendance. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The training is going to be very intense.Hence, I don't wish to start any later than 6.45pm.Girls, you've been forewarn.There is no excuse not to skip training when all we have is a term test week, which I doubt many are having more than 3 papers, and a term break which almost all of you are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to another matter. Is it me, or just the communication breakdown? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Come for the trainings, and I hope we can re-bond those friendships. Make our journey towards the comp memorable, right?&lt;/span&gt; Which, leads to discipline during trainings.And no, I'm not pin-pointing anybody.It's just some basic rules. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We can laugh, but let's not laugh too much, or be too engrossed in your own chit-chat/cam-whoring session when every other members are waiting for your precious moments to end. We are all as 1. As such, yea, we share jokes. And keep all those inside jokes to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking too much? Well, human is to err. I don't wish to repeat that same mistake by the previous times. But if I did, tell me. And yes, I'm not the kind of Ain who will shout or reprimand anybody. I prefer keeping quiet. Or rather, keep it to myself. Lesson learnt. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this happen.My second last dreams for us to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;And bie, stop being so jealous over nothing. I know it's the time of the month.For me. Not you. Cheer up, and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116533656821645158?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116533656821645158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116533656821645158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116533656821645158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116533656821645158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-time-of-month-girls.html' title='It&apos;s the time of the month, girls.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116496856780252420</id><published>2006-12-01T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:22:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supervisor treated Caris, Zul, Niki &amp; myself to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deli France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I missed deli france. So I had potato gratin.Ate and chatted. It was supposed to be Caris' and Zul's farewell lunch. Then my larling Caris, asked Niki &amp;amp; me to tag along. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, it was Caris' 2nd last day (she said last 2nd day, btw) and er last day to go into transit area, we went and instead of doing any work, we took photos. Ouh, dan layankan dier shopping. Damn it! She got that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Adidas Original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; perfume before me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/105746/DSC01679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The purple butterfly. I want to take and hang it in my room. Beautiful, I tell ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/523714/hohoho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hohoho!! Santa is fat. And he's made of styrofoam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/754358/at%20the%20well.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I actually tried to get the butterfly in the well.Cuz, that's where they keep the extras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/538625/steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was yesterday, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today....everything is ruined.Maybe it's just me. Or vivo city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My co-plans to go Vivo City was cancelled the very last minute. Well, I re-thought, since that is for the rich, and I have no money, might as well don't go. Waste time only. My heart hurts only. So, the backup plan was to catch some movies. Had wanted to watch Happy Feet, Open Season and Step Up (again) with the boyfie. But due to unforeseen circumstances, it wasn't cancelled, stood up? No no.. play safe with the words, Ain. It's cancelled. Yuh. So it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now? Feeling damn idiotic, miserably bord, otak blank, useless, penniless..Whatever-less. To sum it up, on a Friday, of all the days, I've to be so boring. It is me, or is it just the boredom that lingers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, larling Caris will be off to school on MOnday. Haha. Come back soon, my friend. No more dirty talks and gossip grossips. No1 to cause me to lose when I'm playing Sweetopia. And Nicholas, yup, Niki treated us, including Ms Marlina our supervisor, to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt; Sakae Sushi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Weeee~ I think I had nothing but my Unagi sushi. I love unagi that I had 3 plates of unagi sushi. Btw, unagi is eel. Then I had sashimi, potato sumthing, had forgotten the name and fried salmon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"treat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guys? Heh. Macam tau2 jek aku tgh penniless.But no, I'm not a free loader. They wanted me to come along mahh. Will treat them back when got my long awaited pay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope you're okay. We go Sakae, one day orite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116496856780252420?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116496856780252420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116496856780252420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116496856780252420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116496856780252420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/12/supervisor-treated-caris-zul-niki-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116476884962933651</id><published>2006-11-29T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:54:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another 10 days to wait, for a meagre pay.. Yup, while the rest of the interns here have received and spent their 1st pay.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sad, pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116476884962933651?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116476884962933651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116476884962933651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116476884962933651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116476884962933651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-10-days-to-wait-for-meagre-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116471452182634021</id><published>2006-11-28T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:48:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah time my heart boiling over the hils and faraway.. I finally got my long awaited 1st SIP paycheque. However, my name was spoiled wrongly laaa. Instead of the beautiful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;NOR'AIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they spelled&lt;strong&gt; NOR'AINI&lt;/strong&gt;. Tak mengamok aku??? Very mangkok you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalah the process itself took 10 days.Hence I only got my cheque long after the rest of the interns used up theirs. Then this has to happen, meaning I have to wait longer. I doubt CAAS automates their process handling. Urghhhhh... I supposed, either i'll be fasting, or eating cup noodles. Really sia.. already the temp staff make me very mangkok, now this. Kalau dapat allowance takpe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd better counter sign my cheque asap. What the ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116471452182634021?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116471452182634021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116471452182634021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116471452182634021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116471452182634021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/wah-time-my-heart-boiling-over-hils.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116429793624873723</id><published>2006-11-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:05:37.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MET SANTINO FROM PROJECT RUNWAY 2!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep. No kidding. Boy, was I stunned. Had wanted to take photos with him, but darn it, I was on duty. Imagine a girl using her hp to text her boyfie, and time the process rate using hp stopwatch and also take photos of &lt;strong&gt;Santino&lt;/strong&gt;.. I was that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/1600/528121/DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/384443/DSC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/1600/825260/DSC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/848534/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/1600/66701/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/485486/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/1600/779524/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/521/320/604188/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cool, i tell ya. And he's goin KL. Urghhh.. Asal bukan Ryan Star ke Wentworth Miller?? Well, at least, his unexpected appearance made our day, aftr sort of being rejected by 2 other flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love transit!!!! My wishlist getting longer sia. That Sweet poison watch, that Esprit bronze with diamante watch, that Levi's jeans, that Carlo Rino bag, that Bonia bag not for me, those perfumes.. I wish it's raining bucks. A pity they dun have Topshop or Mango or VS or Guess, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I was pissed. Pissed lah.. Never ever get to meet the boyfie more than 5 mins. How bad is that? I love the chatting session, where he talks, I listen, I talk he listens.That's sweet for me. I need no candlelight dinner or anything.Something simple could mean so much. Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;I'm easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, what pissed me off is that, I still have yet to get my $100+ pay. Yep, long after everybody else has gotten theirs.I hope by next early week la. Got pay oso no more allowance.Must pay bills some more..Then cannot shop, must scrimp and save. That's why I hate filthy rich spoilt brats lorrr.And one more thing, I lost my green hari raya brooch. Like shit, rite? Must have dropped somewhere when I'm otw home. That's what happen when I have to go back home alone, and very pissed. So pissed that I almost cry. Arghhhhh!!!! Hirok-pikok!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to ya, girl! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy boobyday to Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Heh.. She got excused from coming to trng, yet she still come. Member contoh. May love be with you, and may you not be stalked by anymore stalkers. And 1 more wish, only you know it yourself. Heheh. Muackies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116429793624873723?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116429793624873723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116429793624873723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116429793624873723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116429793624873723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-met-santino-from-project-runway-2.html' title='I MET SANTINO FROM PROJECT RUNWAY 2!!!'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116402445598115794</id><published>2006-11-20T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:07:37.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Fish, who's been wondering who's Ryan Star, that hot and gorgeous rockstar supernova dude, this is him. And Fish, I can understand if you say he's not hot nor gorgeous. Our standards differs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrDH4jFTHx8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y07BpA33w-0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. my Ryan Star..He was in Singapore last Friday @ Zouk. V Party, by invite ONLY. Yak dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another... I was was bored la.. So to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r38CCRk070M" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Boyfie's the best.Where can I ever find the gemok boy with babats, with goatee, can lullaby me, &lt;s&gt;irritate me&lt;/s&gt; and love me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116402445598115794?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116402445598115794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116402445598115794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116402445598115794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116402445598115794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-fish-whos-been-wondering-whos-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116384416152213498</id><published>2006-11-18T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:02:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed out till i feel like i wanna bang my head on the walls.</title><content type='html'>When i am bloggin at this hour, it surely mean one thing; I am at home almost the whole day, &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; was bored to death, and I missed so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to, and could follow the boyfie to catch his first ever public performance; but last night he said NO. So, here I am at home. Then, he went off for the PRSS's hari raya show @ tp. Darn it. I cancelled my plans to watch it, cuz i thought i could go with him to the show, then now i missed this show n he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yup. boiling.. now over the hills n far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to get my pay check by last fri.Yesterday, dat is. But I still didnt get. My cash's running very low. Very, i mean it. And worst, I found out from another intern, we only got about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$100+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for last month's pay. Ergh!!! So much for my plans to buy the essentials. Prolly, I don't buy anything yet. Since my freaking pay is so meagre. I must pay my bills with this pay sumore...Then no more allowance.. Yada yada.. When all the others got their allowance, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get any!! Imagine betapa stress nyer aku. Kalo $100+ tu mcm $1000 takpe... Maybe, I should try my luck with CAAS, who knows they'd wanna recruit me, then I have no worries looking all over the island for a freaking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to buy the essentials when I get only $100+ for last month's pay, and I have to use it damn wisely to pay my bills and lunches.Some rules to endure: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No fast foods. If I do, then no lunch for the next day. More cup noodles. Dun be fussy, even if i hate that food, i haf to have it, if that's the only food i can afford. Discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY another ultimate stress: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have yet to start writing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I duf have any idea yet to even draft in my mind about what to write. I am sooooooo stressed up, i feel like crying. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ouh, dun be sucha crybaby, Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Shut up and use your brains instead! I thought of almost anything, but now i wonder, how effectively can I write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am stressed up. Yet, I am trying not to explode yet. Cuz, all I wanted to be, is to be happy. It's hard, isn't it? To be happy, when you're all stressed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get stressed up when I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;am @ home all day, with nothing to do, and no one to go out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;did not get my allowance, cuz I am no filthy rich spoilt brats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;could not get on to work, when the deadline is getting nearer, by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116384416152213498?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116384416152213498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116384416152213498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116384416152213498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116384416152213498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/stressed-out-till-i-feel-like-i-wanna.html' title='stressed out till i feel like i wanna bang my head on the walls.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116376300905663000</id><published>2006-11-17T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:30:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a very lucky intern.</title><content type='html'>I swear, for now, I am. Happy lorr... get great &lt;s&gt;gossip&lt;/s&gt;, no! GROSSIP buddies, Caris and Niki.. Then great supervisors, approachable managers..And 1 and only laughing stock! I love my SIP. Sure thing I am. Just now our Mr Lum treated the whole unit, except Andrew the new staff and the laughing stock to Bali Thai. And gawd!! the food was fab! I was full till I was hoping my pants won't rip off that moment! Then some more can grossip uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the managers encourage us to stay with CAAS. Happening shit arh! Pasal aku pon jakon dapat masok transit! Hahaha. Ok ok ok.. I really do hope my application later will get through. So, I and Caris can have our grossip moments and rewind the beautiful stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, speaking of transit... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RYAN STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is in Singapore lahhhhh!!! And he's performing tmr @ ZOUK's V party.. And darn.. it'a by invite only!! And, there's Hady Mirza as well.. I think there's teriyaki boys as well... Now I need to find out when he's going back, so I can go transit!!Unless he goes back on weekend, then I cant lahh...But I think he's going to Zouk KL pulak... Urghhhh!!!He's gorgeous.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(korang imagine jer yat with fine abs...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wentworth miller lagi gorgeous la siakkk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more than you love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116376300905663000?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116376300905663000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116376300905663000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116376300905663000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116376300905663000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-very-lucky-intern.html' title='I&apos;m a very lucky intern.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116343491698204415</id><published>2006-11-13T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:21:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Tag</title><content type='html'>Why hate tag occur? It's like the most irritating thing ever. Yet the stupidest thing too. See, maybe you hate the person, and did not want the person to know how much your hatred has reached the boiling point. Maybe, you don't even know the person, but you "hated" him/her out of the text that may have hit you in the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, to see friends getting hate tags. I mean, like, can't that person with the hate tag just simply, identify themselves? Hate tag is so childish, you know. I bet you know it yourself how stupid are hare tags, yet you seem to like it, when the person replied. Stupid, unidentified idiot.  Will, i get any hate tag for saying this? Blog aku pon lama tk dikunjungi stupid unidentified idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just something to share. Cuz, I've been squeezing my brain juices out till I couldnt identify who this person is. Here goes... Once upon a time when I was having rehearsal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09000900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starhub Msg:U have just recv'd an SMS sent by ur friend via WebSMS. If you reply 2 the SMS immediately, ur friend can see ur reply on the webpage he/she's on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090050857&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helo saper buat lagu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;reply&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. hp aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sape ni?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090050857&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ina&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;reply&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. hp aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ina mane ni??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090050857&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NiRa has ended the WebSMS session. Please reply to his/her mobile phone instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression, anak sape siak ina? I swear alots of faces going through my mind. People with those names??? And, suddenly when I was having my rehearsal I received that. Then when I asked further qns, she (i supposed) gave up. Yelah, takkan suker2 nk blg org details. First, I did not know who she or he may be. Secondly, What song is he/she talking about? There's alot of songs for Heaven's sake. Or, is he/she talking about the pretty ciplakness of our deeparaya set? Nak ciplak biar orang tahu,tak baik berahsia. Bile orang tetiba dapat tahu, kan paiseh.. ye tak?? OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I got no response from that person, I claimed that he/she must be an amateur stalker of mine. Kaozzz stalker or what! And coincidently, caca got a hate-tagger by the name of NIra. Buat malu name nira jekk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome back, hate taggers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yuh I love my SIP-ping friends. Except one. Heh. Gonna miss you, your gossips and your dirty jokes, Caris. When you're back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i will always miss my yoyot boyot. You touched me by those words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116343491698204415?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116343491698204415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116343491698204415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116343491698204415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116343491698204415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/hate-tag.html' title='Hate Tag'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116324995600785410</id><published>2006-11-11T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:59:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mendak. sungguh mendak.</title><content type='html'>My Saturday will soon be gone. Wasted just like dat. Yep. With a snap of the finger. I'm not that mad. Just hmm. Itz just gone. Yep. Gone. They had much more fun without me. Well, he said there's no need to go. So, I thought, being me, I'd comply. And I freaking-ly thought it was gonna be a "bachelors" outing. OKay, "bachelors" raya shit. Watever u name it la. Then how come my niecey got to go????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt make sense anyway. You're going like only for half-a-day, yet u pay $5. den rite, it's like say u're goin off at @ 4, beh mlm ader show lagik, how many house can you make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was full of emosi during the weekdays. Period answered why I was so. But it lingered. The emosi lingered. I feel it. I tried, but somehow... wait, was I wrong again? I think I'm writing in circles. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the little friend whom I used to talk to. Prolly she'd been busy. We missed the contact for quite awhile. I supposed she's busy with her O level. Then... I missed my buncha kacau-bilau friends, yep, the twenty-ouh-five khatu batch. And sritemasek batch. They've all been busy. Heh, aku je tak. And have been hoping for this batch or atleast some to return n play for khatu and pentas b4 we grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, everything is never forever. Somewhere, somehow it will just perish. To some it may be gone just like that. There's more to come. BUt there are others who still treasure the feelings and bondings we used to share.  Esp the kene maki part. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss u, Kak Ikin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very short period. But the memories lived. Pentas Wayang can make Mamat krinting-bastero cried,apatah lagi aku. It was the begining of new friendships. And I hope those friendships live. Eh, ape ni kawan2. Lama2 jadi musibat jugak kan. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise this whole mendakness of my Saturday actually got something out of me. It only half past eight now. How slow time past. And it's 3 weeks gone to my SIP. That's how fast it is. I feel it. Nope, I did nt dread my SIP.  It's been ermm... 3 or more hours of me sitting here. At my desktop. Lappy's with Sissy. And he's not even texted me. He's mad at me. And I'm mad at my Saturday. Saturday siakkkk. Can you imagine me, not going anywhere on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wait. I did.After I was sort of nagged at for not taking my "niat" to take class 3 liscense seriously, I went out. Urgh. It's not like I got the money to enrol rite? And yes, I know how long this things take okay. So, stop pressurizing me! Confirm nanti dpt pay, kene nag lagi. Wah, org tua ni makin tua, makin la nagging jadi hobby baru. That's the very reason, I'd rather be out, doing something. And i'm making myself busy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I just went to skool, to take the freaking new yet ugly matric card. Then, I thought I could manipulate his mind to meet me. I failed. Certified failure. I ended up lunching with Sha and Hannah @ LJS. And, err.. sorta window-shopped again. Yelah, takde duit nak beli ape.. kan? And I'm running out of outfits to wear to work. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SISSY: if you're reading, i've got one of the things you wanted for your hantaran.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when SHa and Hannah gotta go, I decided to go lib. I miss lib. So, books again. I was looking for the book entitled &lt;strong&gt;"How to be a budget fashionista."&lt;/strong&gt; Lib miskin agaknya. Blum beli. So, I settled with crime fictions again. AH... speaking of which, it reminded me of the new epidemic. I got almost all the youngsters in my family addicted to Prime Suspect. Even one of my supervisors and the APD people. And, I missed my lappy. I wanna play HUntsville and Apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humour me, someone! I think, I've got nothing else to blog about. The time is running slow. He's still not texting me. So, I thought when I blog, I could make the time go a bit faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I  felt unimportant to ya. Our time seldom coinside uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116324995600785410?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116324995600785410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116324995600785410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116324995600785410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116324995600785410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/mendak-sungguh-mendak.html' title='mendak. sungguh mendak.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116291455397031724</id><published>2006-11-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:49:14.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fury.</title><content type='html'>Very inappropriate. Anyways, let's talk about.... liars, lies and people being lied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;First answer this very question: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Would trust a liar, whom you've known his/her lies and fallen for the lies? Again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lemme get this straight, if the target is reading, very well, go on and show it to those who'd love to trust your beauty lies and whats not. I have no regrets posting this entry. I am not much of an adult to voice my thoughts. Well, at least, I have brains that get to a poly, even if I couldnt get any higher than that. Did you? Did you even completed your N level? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*smirk*&lt;/span&gt; I am rude. You're worst. So much for thinking you could be the good exemplary one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I WAS WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no regrets. Everyone make mistakes. And most people do learn from them. I was one of those people. And i'm still making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this liar.... Nope, I am not gonna trust. Apparently, we came from the same hole. We were raised differently too. But I think I've made a good choice. I know where I came from. That hole. How about you? Ouh, people. this liar, I tell you, never stops. Never stops and always played the game the same way. Once bitten, twice shy for me. For others who've been warned against, yet still choose to believe the lies, go on. I pray that you're gonna be hit worst than us all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Macam ak gi kat dorang, taplek dorang ker, kasi satu tapak tangan kat dorang power giler punyer, kene mara ker, kene maki ker, kene panggil kurang ajar pon tak kisah arh (kita jahat pe), tapi asal dorang dengar cakap, pakai otak yang makin menua tu sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;{Opps! I didnt mean to use harsh words. Got carried away la}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lies.. It's always been the same. The same style. Same format, ikot kata IT. If it's not about one family's dirty laundary, it's another family. Then when first attempt almost failed, cuz very few would believe, there's always plan B. Very well-prepared. Laid chill. Cuz that way, people will think ouh, the liar's tired of the game. No, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE LIAR IS NEVER TIRED OF THE GAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This time round, the liar managed to enchant the wise man, or so, I thought. Of all the people!! Yep. Now, that's where my fury comes in. Cuz,this time round, is the lies about both my lovely families. BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liar claimed that, it's all because of the word "panas". (Hot or warm, you know the surrounding) Yep. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eh, dgr2 aku da bilang. Ah ni tengok baik2, nak print jadikan evident, sila kan..... Kita tak kisah kene maki atas bawah ngan orang tua. Alah bisa, tegal biasa. Kadang ni pun, orang tua pon kene dengar cakap kite jugak kan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the liar lied. Saying we provoked it (no he or she la.) Provoke or wat! Like hello!!!!!! Yes, hello with the big wave to you! The innocent kids, whom you claimed were rude, were queuing up for the food la kan. This included me. Okay. No choise arh, orang tua takde, terpaksa pegi dekat ngan kids. Then out it goes, from an &lt;strong&gt;AIR-CONDITIONED&lt;/strong&gt; room, and out past us, saying the word &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Eh panas arh tempat ni!"&lt;/span&gt; I would not have thought anything. OK, aku ni lembab. There's actions to the said words. Very agitated and arrogant kinda actions. So, what was I thinking. It was then I realised it came out from an air-con room, saying panas??? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ape Singapore pon da pandai pakai heater ker? Setahu aku heater only for shower.. Wahhh.. dier pikir aku budak2 ker.. Budak2 tu ha yang komplen kat orang tua. And hell, yes kite tersinggung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next episode of "panas": 4 days later... This poor old woman just arrived, with the daughter. Dengan niat nk datang kenduri. IKHLAS. Yela, sape kuase nk dtg stakat gado kan? Takmo pikir pokemon la. Someone asked, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"tak duduk dapur? "&lt;/span&gt; (dun want sit here, in the kitchen?) This old woman answered, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Taklah, panas arh kat situ"&lt;/span&gt; (no, thanks. It's hot in there.) Kaoz, then came that liar, very frustrated, thinking the old woman was hinting at it. Like ???? kan? Question marks tu macam ibarat aku pon stoink gitu arh.. The liar complaint to the deceased daughter. Cuz, I was pretty sure, it thought it was the old woman's daughter's doing. Nope, it was the person, which it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story took place months after the liar left home. And it said instead, it left home because of this provokes. Think again, wise man...We thought we could always count on you. I have always admired you. But today, you let us down. You let me down, personally. Cuz, A thing so simple, you couldnt solve it wisely. Does the liar's lies make sense? I always question this:  why didn't you make us all, yes all those involved sit together, and talked it out. Why didnt that liar, whom you trusted dared to even come and face the angry yet disappointed faces of the parents?? Why? The liar wanted to wait till they closed their eyes? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sedang kan si Tanggang menderita sampai mati, sedangkan bangkai bernyawa nazak selagi tak terima kemaafan ibu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Now you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the moment the liar mess things over at those people who had trusted her. I want to laugh. You know what, nampak sah korang mintak mahap kat mak bapak aku dua2 tak ikhlas.. I almost cried when I see the old woman face. The last thing I want on their minds are worries. I want all my parents happy. To think there is this one idiot have to mess my happy family fantasy. Thank you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And may you rot till death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I apologize to all those who might have been hurt in course of my ranting above, as you know, they involved your direct relations. I am very sorry. But this involved my family's pride.  And to you, liar, better play your game right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so, bie, back to our story...would you go out with me when i ask u to? or you;d rather go with the friends? It hurts. You dunnoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116291455397031724?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116291455397031724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116291455397031724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116291455397031724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116291455397031724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/fury.html' title='Fury.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116277870697538832</id><published>2006-11-06T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:05:06.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syawal Outing with the Tekno Peeps</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I had to turn down a work opportunity in order to go RAYA-ing with the Tekno peeps. Work on Saturday means potential free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the whole thingy was fun. Though there was 1 part, the heat was troublesome. I was getting agigated due to my freaking allergy. But then again, I had fun. The boyfie and I went green. So, this weekend we're going with the panjy people.. And one thing for sure, Aliff the keds better watch out! For Heaven's sake, he "stole" my body splash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00129.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Treehouse!!!! {Ada org tgh maintain hensem pasal dier takot heights!!!} Click &lt;a href="http://brutalfairy.multiply.com/photos/album/5"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, I'm re-listing my wishlist. Hehs.. Cant wait for the upcoming hols. And I love my SIP!!&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/7999721-116277870697538832?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116277870697538832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116277870697538832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116277870697538832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116277870697538832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/syawal-outing-with-tekno-peeps.html' title='Syawal Outing with the Tekno Peeps'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116252085623967586</id><published>2006-11-03T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:27:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been busy. And lethargic. Been eons since I wake up early. I can't wait for holidays to come visit me again. After SIPping, is pure vacation till a company wants to take me in. I wish I could continue working here even after SIPping. I like the ambience, the office surrounding, the food, the people,cuz most of them aren't racists and it's a purely multi-racial place to be. It akes me happy. And I love working here. I am easily inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I hope to go on a real vacation. Jump on an airplane and take off to countries.. Wowness. Shopping... Beaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been good.. Nothing much. Mendak la actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00305_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00306_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pemalas kan sumer?? No work mah.. And nope, this is not our office. Only on standby for the AUdit. Free lah we all. Only busy when we're going back home, cuz that's the time the Auditors end the meetings. Kiter sochai kene kemas la, buat documents la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, work's been great. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUt I miss Flavours and Jupiter Cafe, and Norgen Vaaz, and err.. tp lib.. I miss skool. I miss bitching and lunching with the makchik kepos, I miss my long lunches b4 starting our MP.. Worst of all, I miss tekno. I miss uncle soon. I miss my teh peng kata @ Tekno. I miss my chicky chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was in the bus with some kids going koleksyen. Like what the toot la, they all look at me one kind. Cuz, prolly i jus look like any other kid. Kecik and cute mahh.. Like hello!!! I'm finishing my poly studies soon!!! And you're like, still got a long way in sec school?? &lt;em&gt;Rilek suah.&lt;/em&gt; Senyum ngan budak2 ni pon tak guna. Dorangs tgk aku atas bwh. Tau la aku ni cute. Korang tu huge. Macam nk tanye &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"are you kids like M18 already?"&lt;/span&gt; Ader chan beli rokok pon tak lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm going Raya-ing with the tekno peeps tmr. And Panjy guys next weekend. Hope I do enjoy la. And hope I could cover back the expenses for the outings.Harap maklom ekh, aku da tak dapat allowance.So, if u guys got even $2 from your parents per day tu da kire bagus. Ker, $10-$20 per week, pon da bagus. Jangan komplen mcm aku ni.Garmen kiter ni ekh, part2 buat rules n regulations about smoking and whatever illegal shit, senang2 jer. Part hak asasi anak2.. Eh, hak asasi tu aper ekh? Nvm, kids' welfare, tak bikin pulak. BUat la, children below 21 have the rights to ask for school allowance ker.. Like, the younger you are, the lesser you get. So for above 18 must get between $300-$400.Dalah aku tak dapat Edusave, cuz when I was born there's no such thing as edusave for 4th child and below. Only 1st-3rd child. And what, the second one always wasted the edusave??? Kasi aku kan baik, dulu bole gi overseas fieldtrip ngan skola, ker, join segala macam workshop. So, i'm deprived of sec shool days. That's why I hate my sec school days, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure thing arh, when I want to continue studies no garmen or other welfare org bodies to help. Then summore, 2 yrs after i finish poly still must pay the cpf. Where to get money tell me. When the ppl still wont wanna take me in.Hmmphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Listening to the song, &lt;em&gt;why do we always fight? - byz. Tell me, bie. Have I changed? Am I full of vulgarities?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116252085623967586?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116252085623967586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116252085623967586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116252085623967586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116252085623967586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116234578260953960</id><published>2006-11-01T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:49:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm down with sinus. (gitu ekh spelling??) My nose been running and running. I hate it. Can I cut it out, den wehn I'm ok I put it back? Hell. I skipped trng cuz was too tired and sick. Of all the times!! I was such n irritating bitch sneezing and blowing my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of taking an MC. on 9 nov. Since I could not get my time off, due to the Audit going on. But Zul too MC, anyway. Yup, and anyway, Zul's another intern @ AvSec Unit. He's from Biz skool. So he ends this Dec. And, he's Aliff the guy who calls me Zebra's fren. And He's also Zaki's fren. And, the last thing I found out, aftr the f- break, he's Sharifah Hazirah's bf. She's Sharifah Munirah's younger sis. What a damn small world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116234578260953960?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116234578260953960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116234578260953960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116234578260953960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116234578260953960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-down-with-sinus.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116205720594557385</id><published>2006-10-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:40:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heran.</title><content type='html'>So, I've not been updating my blog. I'm too tired to even think okay. Someone help with the lyrics plssss!!!! I'm too busy with my SIP. And besides, I dun get a table of my own. But we did get cubicle. Hoho. And besides, there's no Internet connection, @ the lappy. Bacin-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;RAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt;. The two families. Again. Bagaimana kah, bisa ku ceritakan ini???? Herrrraaannn. Yep. Standard arh. One corner. Lela, ko confem tau. We hafta go together as 2 families cuz, we gotta be together and.. yuh inside jokes..  Then went to the place we wish we dun hafta go. Dammit Lela, ko tk gi. Benci aku. Da macam budak &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Aper sajerrr. Orang dtg &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;muke bonyok, masam berkulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Taplek bisu ha padan muke ko. Btol kata Ira, &lt;em&gt;da dpt bukak tuds, makin melampaui batas pulak pakaian.&lt;/em&gt; Btol kata Lela, dorang kan cina. &lt;em&gt;Mana pakai baju kurung. Orang dtg pakai jeans and baju lobang2. Minahs n mats like us jer pe pakai baju kurung.&lt;/em&gt; Harap maklom ekh, ku tak mintak mahap pon ngan dorang. Tak perlu. Muek plastic siakkk. Layankan laaaa. Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ko rase terkurung, salahkn upbringing korang yg terkongkong. Beh, kalo tk suker kite dtg umah ko, aku pon kalo bole tanak jejak umah kao. Tak perlu. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tarebeng. Dalah tak penderr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116205720594557385?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116205720594557385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116205720594557385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116205720594557385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116205720594557385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/heran.html' title='Heran.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116197105746404968</id><published>2006-10-28T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:44:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luahan Rasa - BINGET</title><content type='html'>Binget. Baju bunge2, macam budak kampong. &lt;em&gt;Korang nak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binget. Da tak dapat duit skola pasal attachment. &lt;em&gt;Korang dapat? Dasar bdk pampered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binget. Bnyk benda nak beli, tapi duit mcm toot; orang pk aku bnyk duit kaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binget. Bnyk bende kene pk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binget. Dapat colleague budak MWC sesungguhnyer irritating shit. Dalah pemalas, asek nk slack jer, orang tgh busy tanye soalan bodoh, beh buat keje sembarang sesuke hati mak dier pey abang ipar, pey atok sdare nyer nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binget. Makin ramai sedare-mare yg dulu kecik2 pakai tuds, skrg sumer bukak tuds, makin tk btol. Pelik aku tgk mak bapak dorang... Beh aku? Bukak ckit kene marah. &lt;em&gt;Cibeh la, aku bukannyer skola madrasah ker ape ker. Mak2, kiter sumer dulu2 pon boel pakai mini skirt, sleeveless.. Asal aku tak bole?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binget. Pasal budak2 yg dulu2 kecik2 pakai tuds la, aku kene pakai tuds. Skrg ramai da  bukak. &lt;em&gt;Abe aku? Kan ker dulu aku kene pakai sal dorang pakai. Ni dorang da bukak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binget. Kerana, tkde yg nk paham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAN KALIAN TAK PERLU NK COMMENT APAPE KALO NK MENYAKITI. PASAL AKU DA BINGET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116197105746404968?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116197105746404968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116197105746404968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116197105746404968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116197105746404968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/luahan-rasa-binget.html' title='Luahan Rasa - BINGET'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116162784006770381</id><published>2006-10-24T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:24:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>Dalam menyambut Syawal ni, aku terpikir... Apakah puasa ku ini akan diterimanya?? Maklumlah, kita umat manusia ni kan selalu leka.. Tak, andai rase &lt;em&gt;terkureng&lt;/em&gt;, tahun depan chuber lagik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't feel any Raya celebration going around. Even after the whole Takbir thingy, after I broken a record, for the first time ever went Geylang the night before Raya, after I ironed my Baju Kurung and hang it up... Nope, I still I did not feel any sense of celebration. I supposed, it's just another holiday. And I can only look forward to weekends for outings. Nonetheless, I wanna make my Syawal wish come true; to be the happiest person later.. Cuz I get to be with both my families.Sure kekekness. And, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I STILL WANNA GET MY DUIT KOLEKSYEN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I took a few snaps of how my house looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Familiar tak???&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lagi familiar????&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ye, betol!!! Memang familiar..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those still not familiar, silalah beli &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VCD Syaitan Menangis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Baru familiar.. Cheyy promote or what! Beginila rumah ku. Kerana dah siap kemas, maka, Aku menemani Mama dan Auntie Midah ke Bazar Geylang. Maka, untuk pertama kali, aku ke Bazar Geylang pada malam Raya. Coolshit. It's not that packed; I supposed most of them went to the Suria Raya thingy la. Hahaha.. Fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We're 14th months, bie.. You remember?? That's why I hoped to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116162784006770381?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116162784006770381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116162784006770381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116162784006770381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116162784006770381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak!'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116158837251619393</id><published>2006-10-23T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:26:19.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfday.</title><content type='html'>SO I went home early. Half-day for the Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the day was, well, Monday blues. But for me, it was more of butterlies in my stomache. Cuz, I did not know what to expect. So, I woke up @ 6+. The alarm in my brains triggered much earlier than expected. For the first time ever after months, I finally woke up in the morning. Even during sem 1 I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea, got ready and such. Well, thanx to my room's clock, I thought I was damn early. Hell, by the time I left home , it was 7.55. (I thought it was 7.45). &lt;em&gt;Baik arh jam.&lt;/em&gt; Of all the days, yuh. I hate waiting for bus, more than 10 minutes. More than 5 minutes, I was already frustrated. And I remembered clearly the bus reached @ 8.06am.So travelled. I forgot how many bus stops to depend on. I texted Esther bunny, ask if she's anywhere in the airport vicinity. She reached okay. Since I did not take note of how many bus stops, I thought I could do well with the given bus stop number. All i know , according to the freaking streetdirectory, I'm to alight @ PTB1, which I thought was Terminal 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the previous night I had asked Sissy, if the NTUC was T2, so, i go according it. Pls take note, that my stupidity and blurness is due to the period I've not been going to Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, teh bus stop which I alighted, was, indeed the one with NTUC, but it was of course, T1. Baik arh. Time check, it was 8.23am. I still got about 7 minutes to run to T2, via skytrain and search for the office. And hell, I've to talk for about 4 minutes upon reaching the lift lobby. By the time I reached, it was 2 minutes past 8.30am. Ok, at least I was not the last to arrive. And we waited before we were called in around 9am, in to the meeting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;deafening and foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being left in the meeting room. Cuz nobody speaks. Even if we did, we spoke in low voices. &lt;em&gt;Imagine arh loud speaker ni bobal pelan2.&lt;/em&gt; I think, around 9.25 then the coordinator came in and spoke to us. Sorta like an orientation or rather briefing. It went on till 10.10 am. Then our SUpervisors took us. I was attached to Aviation Security unit, with Airport Management. Weee~ Sounds gerek. Reached our Unit. That's me, Charles &amp; Nicholas from MWC. We were again, briefed by the Asst Manager. After which, we were ushered into an &lt;strong&gt;"empty"&lt;/strong&gt; cubicle. 3 persons in 1 cubicle. Yep. Waited to be given a task to do. And finally our task arrived @ around 12.... So, i did my 1st task, till 12.32pm. It was fast. Senang pe.. Then, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I think I forgot how to go there. &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya mood, but not really. Something's wrong with my tummy. Its been grumbling alot since morning. Ok, sabar Ain.. 1 more day. A few hours left jerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, i declare, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; step into the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;freaking, psychotic yet fanatic&lt;/u&gt; Kg Glam bazaar or that Suria Raya thingy&lt;/span&gt;. It sounded, and looked boring. Geylang is still the best ambience for Hari Raya. Though it's hot and stuffy with the people. I think if Kg Glam does not include SUria Raya thing, I might have gone and take a look. Seriously, Suria, has lost a lot of good talent. SO, tell me, why should we support it? I rather support Arts Central siak. It's really lame and boring. Patah balek same artist. Kalo bagus tak pe. Suria only want looks la. Why not make a talent quest for those not handsome or pretty. I'm sure they can attain alot of talents. Ouh, anybody watched Cinta Q? Boring nyerrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever. Cuz, i doubt I'd watch alot of Suria. I'll switch to Ch 5, or Arts Central or Vasantham or M'sian &amp;amp; Indon channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eid Mubarak, all Muslims!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mintak ampun dan mahap ekh, kawan2. Yang diumpat tu, kalo terase tu, jgn la terase lagi. U're no the only ones. Yang dimaki tu, ko pon same. Not the only ones. Bnyk lagi yang senasib. Yang ter-diambil barang dan segala harta karun korang, sebenarnya bukan begitu. Aku terlupe nk bagi balik. Ada chan dah tak tau mane.. Pada yang dipukul tu, bukan tak sengaja, memang tangan ni pantas nk taplek yang terrible-marble. Sekali-sekala, mahh.. 0-0 eh? Macamla korang pon tk umpat sal aku, maki aku blkg2, Amek bende aku tak kasi balik, bingai...pukul aku sesuker hati mak korang.. Beh kan, confem len kali aku jumpe korang aku ulang benda sama. Standard arh kire ekh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: I am still eligible for duit raya. Jangan sampai aku kluarkan student pass. Kalo nk kasi tu, $5 and above arh, Kalo merah2 ker biru2 lagi bagus. Semoga Tuhan berkati rezeki kalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember what date is tommorow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's our 14th month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116158837251619393?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116158837251619393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116158837251619393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116158837251619393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116158837251619393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/halfday.html' title='Halfday.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116153018975008019</id><published>2006-10-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:16:29.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day's Coming</title><content type='html'>It's tommorow. And i'm soooooooooo worried. Ok, wish me luck. First impression counts alot okay. So yahh.. My Project Supervisorhad better be someone nice and not someone snobby. She's Malay, and she sounds mid-twenties to me. Hope she's like my Ms Marlina, since they've got the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dear Mr John Perilly. You've made him smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116153018975008019?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116153018975008019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116153018975008019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116153018975008019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116153018975008019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-days-coming.html' title='Big Day&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116145292655142313</id><published>2006-10-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:48:47.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali~</title><content type='html'>So, i headed to JB, @ 11am. Goodness! The Causeway was free-flowing... So to say, it is smooth. Tak pernah dalam seumur hidup aku gi JB that smooth the traffic, you know. So, off we went.. First headed to take Achik's, Daddy's n Abg Awie's bajus. Which Achik kept complaining through out about his not having the button. Yak dushh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konon nk beli dvd la kans, beh g Pandan. Bacin arh kiter. Pandan mane bukak siang2 buta. BUt on the way in, we passed by this one shop; kedai urutan tradisional. As a normal window-shopper, I'd always happen to turn my head to window displays or whatever la kan.. Then that shop, got some promotion or information display, whatever they call it, the when i read one obscene word, i was stunned. Stunned; yet amused. The word that caught my ultimate attention was &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"b-o-d-e-k".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then i read further on, it stated "Urutan Alternative" , followed by a list. That says " something2 (lupe arh), saiz zakar kecil, bodek...." I couldn't help myself. When I caught up with Umi, Achik and Wan, at the same time I laugh. Loud. Then wan also laughed. SO he knew. Bacin siak. That was err.. weird. The display was. At a place where public, with kids... You know what I mean? yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Angsana, yang penuh sesak ngan umat manusia. Dan orang park sesuke hati mak dorang. And damn it my eye caught a purple songket. Lawa giler babas la siyekk. Then, we went take our kuehs @ 4+. And headed to KTM to break our fast.. Lepas tu, ke Geylang yang penuh sesak ngan umat manusia jugak. Balek happily mkn Dunkin Donuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tgk gmbr budak2 giler ni, klik &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/chocolatecigar/jb--outing-deepavali/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is great without you. That is how important you are to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116145292655142313?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116145292655142313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116145292655142313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116145292655142313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116145292655142313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/deepavali.html' title='Deepavali~'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116137076356880146</id><published>2006-10-21T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:59:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooozzz</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 6 hours, I'm done with my blog. Kinda miss this trial n error thingy. Confem aku bangun jer, sofa ni panas giler babs ekh. I dunnoe what inspired me to do this. I supposed, twas impromtu. So.. now i'm deciding should I sleep, or sahur alone then slp, or sleep then wake up for sahur???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, I'm going JB again tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Missing the yoyot &lt;em&gt;boyot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116137076356880146?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116137076356880146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116137076356880146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116137076356880146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116137076356880146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/whooozzz.html' title='Whooozzz'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116127772995532465</id><published>2006-10-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:08:50.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-SIP briefing.</title><content type='html'>The pre-SIP briefing was, erm, boring. Very indeed. Kay and myself could only afford to make our own jokes and such. Aftr Mr VJ said his piece, or rather &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"motivated"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; us on our SIP part, we had to meet our LOs. GLC was nice. She looked for me instead. Icouldn't be bothered to look for her, aftr I couldn't find her. So to say, I gave up, waiting in the corner to be called up. Kecoh sunggoh keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed Sya to meet her LO, Georgie. Kekekness. Here goes the conversation between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: Cher, why is my SIP only 1 month? Does that mean I have to do in-house SIP after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: Huh?? No lah, 16 weeks; 4 months what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: No lah, cher. It stated there 1 month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: Really arh? When you end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: 23 Nov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: Ok, you wait here, I go check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ain: Cher, you click on the company name to see the duration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ain: &lt;em&gt;{ouch} &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebenarnyer, dier tk tau macamaner to get to the information.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: Here, I see oredi. But how come I see your information here all like distorted??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: It said 1 month only, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: Aiyah, like that, you don't go there on Monday la. Who wants to give 1 month SIP? Then what, you want to go back to TP, do free labour arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya,Kay,Ain: Can arh like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: Yalah! You think TP wants to send the student only 1 month SIP arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: Then how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: I go and see Vincent. Ask him to check his DB. Got extra position, can give you. (walking down the stairs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ain: abe kiter nk tgu sini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kay: Jadi babu dier, arh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: He asked me to call Adel. So, i go call him. If he says 1 month, then we dun send you there la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: Ok. But cher, i dun want free labour arhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: no la, you tink i want arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ain: dun want, den join kay @ NTU la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: &lt;em&gt;(askin Kay)&lt;/em&gt; whr you got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kay: NTU.&lt;em&gt; {padahal aku da ckp}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: eh good laa.. There got alot of canteen can choose from.  &lt;em&gt;{baik arh georgie... mkn jer k igt}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: I called, but the person said Adel not around. But there's another TP student intern there as well. doin some networking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;US: who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: MWC student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sya: then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgie: i left him a message. hopefully he call me back. if really they only want you for 1 month, then we give you a new job la. then monday you no need go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor sya. Easy work, only for 1 month jer.. Pastu gi keje pakai kebaya, cucuk sanggul, blajar tarian. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. ok, jkjkjk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, the girlfriends went to Parkway Parade. Break our fast there. Mainly cuz I wanna eat the slice fish noodle. Then Sya had to went off early pasal she suffered indigestion, pasal tk kentot. Jadi angin tak kluar. {duh!} So she went home and had eno. Meanwhile, I entertained Kay (layankan!!!!!!!!!) do some pre-SIP shopping. And we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I think I need to refurnished my closet. Need new ones!! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Makanya, abang2, kakaak2, dan mika2 yang sepatotnyer kasi aku duit raya, bagi lah lebih2. Jadi gi SIP ader bnyk baju bole pakai.... Banyak2 tau. Dorothy perkins dan Mng dan topshop dah memanggil la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing ya, baby gemok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116127772995532465?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116127772995532465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116127772995532465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116127772995532465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116127772995532465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/pre-sip-briefing.html' title='Pre-SIP briefing.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116117575597796760</id><published>2006-10-18T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:42:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar-Training @ Yasmin Cuisine</title><content type='html'>So, i turn up for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From home, took 12 to Lasalle, then the boyfie joined me from there. On the way there, damn the ride was long. Was long. I tuned into 98.7fm. Made my day, somehow. There was this one time when Dan said smoking can help reduce weight. I was like, &lt;strong&gt;"Coolshit!".&lt;/strong&gt; So i waited... But hell, where got smoking reduce weight, right? They kept arguing u noe. And I was thinking.Very intensely. If smoking really can help one lose his weight, damn it, Aiman would have lost a lot of weight siakk. Then Dan said, smoking can actually reduce ur weight, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one lung after another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another one time, when i was along katong, they were chuckling about the current 8 Days magazine, the one with Hady and Taufik on the cover. Since i didnt buy any 8 days, for so long, I listen on la kan. They were wearing leather jackets and cowboy hats (heran). And here goes the tagline: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Relax, this is not brokeback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahah kekek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were the first to reach. Then myself and boyfie take a look around @ House of Japan. Pastu we waited by the road. It was a 2-way road. Apparently, there were alot of cars parking. I think illegally. Mane aku kisah siak. Since 1 lane has been used up by the cars, there's one lane left. {duh!} So u noe that the cars from both sides hafta use one one freaking lane, kan? Cibeh u noe. Then there's this one cab. Mak kauz. The driver like, ok, he's a Malay la kanz. He's so the arrogant siak. Come on la, you're not the only taxi driver around. Besides, you're only a taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, that arrogant taxi driver also break his fast 2 the same place. Aku dah tk suker org arrogant. Ni jumpe pulak org cam nih time bulan2 pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/chocolatecigar/nira-nyertika/iftar-training/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, to see photos of our Iftar-traning @ Yasmin Cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss long rides home, with u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116117575597796760?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116117575597796760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116117575597796760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116117575597796760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116117575597796760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/iftar-training-yasmin-cuisine.html' title='Iftar-Training @ Yasmin Cuisine'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116085591273658763</id><published>2006-10-15T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:58:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My JB outing.</title><content type='html'>Aftr 8 months, I finally managed to go JB. Purpose is.. I dunnoe what. But never mind la kanz. Met quite a lot of people. SO yuh. The boyfie oso went JB with his frenz. To cut it short, I was quite contented with myself. And I returned home happily with these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BodyGlove wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yippee!! Had wanted a Roxy one, but couldn't find one that suits me. Billabong's too common. Got a new baby; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ummi took my Joaquim, supposed in xchange I got 2 buy Bean on the way home. And there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D.O.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeayness. Devon Aoki!!! Hot siyekk. Lesbianism. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only I couldn't find nice shades. Terpakse la head to Bugis. Hmmph. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more photos, &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/chocolatecigar/jb-outing-/"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt; Btw, I've changed from Fotopages to Fotki &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;{thanks to Sha}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Paham2 la mengapa aku pindah iye. I've added new links to my photo gallery, feel free to view at your own pleasure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll get one for you like mine one day, bie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116085591273658763?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116085591273658763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116085591273658763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116085591273658763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116085591273658763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-jb-outing.html' title='My JB outing.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116075737837290383</id><published>2006-10-14T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:36:18.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie-mon!</title><content type='html'>Baking process: 67% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set process: 27% done. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i tink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenguh la pulak kaki gue ni. Macam berdiri 10 jam kat parade square. ok tu tipu. Kalo tk klua mus-cle pon nasib la kans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left about a week +/- to Hari Raya &amp; my SIP-ping.  Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taking care, bie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116075737837290383?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116075737837290383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116075737837290383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116075737837290383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116075737837290383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/cookie-mon.html' title='Cookie-mon!'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116058573577643933</id><published>2006-10-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:55:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Lensa Ramadan just now. Well, it did sort of induct some thinking into me. I didn't know that China has some more than 18 million Muslims and over 30 000 mosques. Ok, I have no qualms of going to China for holidays. Too intrigued by their way of fasting and celebration during Ramadan &amp; Syawal, I decided to check upon the Muslims migration to China. So I read up &lt;a href="http://www.therevival.co.uk/?p=399"&gt;The Revival&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://chinese-school.netfirms.com/Muslims.html"&gt;Muslims in China&lt;/a&gt;. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand itch to research on this. Cuz, i love Sirah. Well, but of course. I never fail my Sirah ok. But i think I need rejoice my brains with the right facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a website statistics in 2005, there's approximately 1.3 billion Muslims in the world. And someone actually asked "Why is Islam the fasting growing Religion in ther World?". Apparently, I do not know whether it is a valid question or the way it is questioned is valid or not. But it is sad that others hated Islam for that tragic 9/11. Therefore, for the question, I won't add the url here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then again, Allah mentioned &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bagi kamu agama kamu, bagi aku agama aku."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Ayat keenam, surah Al-Kafirun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116058573577643933?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116058573577643933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116058573577643933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116058573577643933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116058573577643933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-watched-lensa-ramadan-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116054968017963623</id><published>2006-10-11T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:54:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SIPping.</title><content type='html'>My attachment's out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posted to.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Civil Aviation Authority of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(CAAS la kaoz.. kakak2 airport or wat!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Chetz! No wonder, i've been seeing airports.. Like anywhere I go, not really anywhere, cuz I go nowhere, but I see "Changi Airport" and stuff like that. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{petanda la tuu}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am going to errr.. let's depict.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Assist manager in the documentation on the programmes ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kinda complicated kan?? This sounds like very the BPRT &amp;  Workflow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my task is to.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"(1)To assist manager in the documentation on the programmes(compiling and distribution of programmes) and preparation for ICAO Audit, and to assist on follow up action after the Audit.(2)To assist in the logistics matters during the Audit period.(3)To assist in the implementation of the new airport pass system project;to ensure that project has been implemented smoothly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." Ntahla ape ntah tu Audit sane sini. Bacin tol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat jer arh.. But paling touching marching kan, Special Requirement: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{ehem}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good working attitude and integrity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Well, but of course! I'm on the safe side when I've to work 8.30-6pm. Now.. let's see.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{brb. going to Airport's webbie}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh.. Senang sungguh nk cari mkn.. Ada Polar (confem mama asek kirim puffs), BK, Mc'D, Delifrance, Popeyes, Marrybrown yg tk sedap dan mahal, Changi Kopitiam, Food Park, Food Gallery @ T1&amp; T2 (ders Thaksin Beef Noodles there i tink..yumyum), Fish &amp;amp; Co., Swenson (okay, skip that both), and there's Auntie Anne's. Yeayness. Ok arh. I won't starve. At least, i tink i'm safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, kawan-kawan! To those who's got ur attachment, happy working on 23/10 okay. And those who has yet to get anything, let's pray the best. k, kay? Kesian sha kene SriWarisan. hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116054968017963623?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116054968017963623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116054968017963623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116054968017963623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116054968017963623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sipping.html' title='I&apos;m SIPping.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116049962635607364</id><published>2006-10-11T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:00:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block</title><content type='html'>When it's been eons not penning thoughts in poetry, that's what happens. To me, at least. Where has all those words, i learnt by flipping thru the pages of kamus dewan? Prolly, it's time to hunt down where I kept those books. Must be somewhere la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the combine trng. Ok, Wani, confem ko akan ckp aku "kebeloan" kan? Yelah, aku belo. For Heaven's sake, duirng trng, something happened to me la. I couldnt describe how or what it is, but it's like "tersalep" urat 2 my neck nyer urat. Aperr cakap..Tak pe, Wani confem tau ape. Pasal dier pon penah kene. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kerana "ahh menulis..." ni, maka, tak dapatlah saya sempurnakan hajat saya untuk me-revamp blog saya &amp;amp; the boyfie. Dan sebenarnyer, saya ada sesuatu untuk dicoretkan disini, lantaran sibok bersembang dengan mika2 di rumah, saya pun terlupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, oh my god.. I nid my brains backk... While praying and getting my brains back, I'm looking forward to...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cookie-making session on Fri 13/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Iftar PST-Nira on Tues 17/10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i ain't that sure abt this. money matters again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SIP briefing on 19/10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JB on 21/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Start of SIP 23/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hari Raya!!! on 24/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14th month on 24/10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(tk penting siak ni. pasal nk genapkan no.7 pey pasal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and, ain loves &lt;u&gt;yoyot boyot&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116049962635607364?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116049962635607364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116049962635607364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116049962635607364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116049962635607364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116023173213468093</id><published>2006-10-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:35:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has grown so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thaksin Beef Noodle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the boyfie 4 break fast. Why Thaksin, don't ask me. It was delicious as ever, but now that they've changed staff; the makcik who works there, indeed worked very slowly. Menduga kesabaran. Thank God, we didn't eat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since went back home, I'm alone again. Trying to write, but to no avail. Writer's block, i guess. Nothing to entertain me. At least he's nice enough to accompany this poor girl break-fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's out. Twins went out with friends. Rwin went out with the girl. Uz's working. The folks went to a so-called birthday kenduri. Enough said about that. Wished was out with Jentz~ apparently, err nvm. Damn broke la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nak menulis. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank u, bebeh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116023173213468093?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116023173213468093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116023173213468093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116023173213468093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116023173213468093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-how-that-tail-has-grown-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116016009746812402</id><published>2006-10-07T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:41:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kalo la aku ni anak orang kaya. Bak kata Lela &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"filthy rich"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cepatlah dapat keje, pastu bole beli ape aku nak, jadi tak yah mintak mak bapak pasal dorang confem pk kiter nk buang duit dorang, WAIT~ Money's meant to be spent ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I am contented with what I have. Though i may be almost everyday broke-n. At least my parents don't have to pick me up from anywhere i'd call a place to study or whatever. Or be too worried for me. At least i am not like &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. Though i can't stay out too late, at least i dun hafta lie saying i'm going "study" when i'm meeting my boyfie!! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ok. i feel better now. yg rase2 tau, nk tau apsal, lungsuri ke &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanye_ain_sendiri.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116016009746812402?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116016009746812402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116016009746812402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116016009746812402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116016009746812402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/kalo-la-aku-ni-anak-orang-kaya.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-116003521901376362</id><published>2006-10-05T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:00:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different walks of life.</title><content type='html'>I have a wish for this Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ytd met Sisy to continue our search for a new pair of kasut. After our delicious break fast meal @ Banquet Clifford; I ate Slice Fish Noodle &amp; Sissy got Banmian. Kan bagus seme gi iftar @ Banquet. Nak g mahe2 la ape la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we couldn't find any @ Raffles Place. We headed down to City Hall. Walked through City Link Mall. Still couldn't any. Went into countless of shops. Charles &amp;amp; Keith, VNC, Novo, URS. Before going to Suntec, we decided to go Marina. Same shops again. Then we walked into Everbest. Name pon Everbest, tk sedap. Then the style of the shoes d0esn't interest us. WOrst of all, the price. OMG!! Ok, rule that out. On our way out to Suntec, there's one more shop. We gave it a try. And it's like OMG!! I instantaneously fell in love with this particlar pair. Hoho. And I think, I'm falling in love with this label. Finally I got my pair. And after continuous walks @ Suntec, Sissy decided to get the same design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gorgeously, purely white. Wee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we headed back. Decided to take the train to Simei. Abe kan, dlm train, people from all walks of life we met. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That lady highlighted, or rather in that limelight, made our heads turned. And apparently, err... laughed. What caught my attention was, her shoes, Lawa giler babs punyer. As my eyes travelled upwards, I was appalled to see that the owner and the shoes don't match. Ok, at least she knows style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, we spot her hands were like drumming. And her head nodding. Dgr2 syok sendiri. Dlm train. Sowang2. Haha. CoolShit arh she.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-116003521901376362?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/116003521901376362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=116003521901376362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116003521901376362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/116003521901376362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/different-walks-of-life.html' title='Different walks of life.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115982276326087235</id><published>2006-10-03T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T05:12:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/6/20/80352/Irwansyah%26Acha-my%20Heart.mp3" width="200" height="40" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink i'm down with insomnia. I couldn't sleep; thus making this my 2nd entry of the day. Been listening to this song for quite awhile.Other than the song itself, the lyrics touched me deeply just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to tink. Not too deep. Certain things made me ponder. Certain things made me realise alot of things. It's in fact, funny how certain things changed so abruptly. Is it just me, or maybe the other party(ies)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 songs made me think too much, i supposed. All, made me reflect it back to u. Cuz 3 of which, is urs. The ones you wrote and sang. For me. Are things really becoming too distant, or we are making that up? Is this world changing, or it is really us? Been days of missing -eu. Been days of wondering what had happen to -eu. Been days of countless reflecting. Been days of keeping the voice that gave me emotions, away. No, I am not gonna ask whose fault. Let it be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be days of me, waiting again? Waiting for that same old chap, to be back,laughing with me? I dunnoe what went wrong. I tried so hard to make things ok; by not being that "prangai" me. Now, it is just "prangai" or is it ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bila kita mencintai yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kah hati ini akan tegar&lt;br /&gt;Sebisa mungkin tak akan pernah&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ku akan hilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u love somebody&lt;br /&gt;Could we be this strong&lt;br /&gt;I will fight to win&lt;br /&gt;Our love will conquer all&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t reach my love&lt;br /&gt;Even just one night&lt;br /&gt;Our love will stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - My Heart (Irwansyah &amp;amp; Acha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So near. &lt;strong&gt;Yet distancing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115982276326087235?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115982276326087235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115982276326087235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115982276326087235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115982276326087235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115980282780252779</id><published>2006-10-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:27:08.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuih Bulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am feasting on&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; MOONCAKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Yippieness!! Sissy gave me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pure Lotus mooncake &amp; White Lotus Double Yolk mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So, i cut nicely into pieces; &lt;em&gt;konon nk share ngan yang lain.&lt;/em&gt; And till now, i remembered twin shared a piece. I've been chewing on the rest slowly. Savouring the taste. Woo-hoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, da~ Nak tgk Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115980282780252779?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115980282780252779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115980282780252779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115980282780252779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115980282780252779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/kuih-bulan.html' title='Kuih Bulan'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115964162708352704</id><published>2006-10-01T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T02:40:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so, gone is my 1st Saturday of Ramadan. And A week of fasting has past. I survived. And hope you too, did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a happy girl, today. Thanx to the twins. I never any older when going out with them. And so, finally, the twins have gotten their preparations ready for Hari Raya. Yeayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/400/the%20painters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;These are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PAINTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Esp Mama; clad only in her baju tdo n cap. Haha. OK, half done; another half tommorow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/400/projectBAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a lot of fun. Just the 3 of us. And they always make my day. I have to be happy, right? So, after buka, off we went to search for their new bags. After &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;rounds of comtemplating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the twins finally settled for the same bag. &lt;em&gt;Kata twins, kan?&lt;/em&gt; So, we headed to McD. The place we've been anticipating for. Imagine ar, our main purpose to go out, is to look for their bags, but on our minds, we were picturing McD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had our sumptious meal. My&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pre-dawn meal. I remembered I had Mc Spicy Meal, with free apple pie and extra corncup. (I wonder why is it not called cup corn, lyk the pasar malam one..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masa tgh mkn tu, tetiba kite ter-notice satu family ni. Bangsa cina arh. Just a normal family, with parents and 1 daughter and 1 son. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/400/the%20thrifty%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nampak tak yg dibelakang itu? We nicknamed them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"The Thrifty Family".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Naseb baik anak dier tk dpt Happy Meal. They won't be as happy as us. Cuz, we don't have to buy Happy Meal, but we eat like we're the happiest people there. Kan da mcm makan Happy Meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, back to them. Why we named them that, cuz, we had noticed that the parents just bought a single meal.  Imagine the 3 of us, each buying the same as them, and mine with added corn cup. So, you'd imagine what happen to the kids, right? Or, who's eating what, perhaps?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mother ate Big Mac; korang pon bole agak la. The father ate fries. Btw, they bought upsize. Then there's the free item, right? Ok, the 6-piece nuggets were shared equally among the son &amp; daughter. But the daughter, maybe seeing the mother ate alot, she bugged for a corn cup. Or maybe, seeing that I had a corn cup. So, the kids shared the nuggets and corn cup. Ouh, as for the drinks, people, look carefully. If you expect them to have 4 straws sticking out, NO. You'll actually see 4 small cups. The father poured their drinks into the cups. How sweet. And they ate happily ever after, I supposed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very thrifty, uh? You can view my pix @ &lt;a href="http://brutalfairy.fotopages.com"&gt;Fotopages&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(peekaboobs:applesauce)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.zorpia.com/chocolatecigar"&gt;Zorpia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you think, I didn't care enough or understand enough. But I do, too. Too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115964162708352704?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115964162708352704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115964162708352704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115964162708352704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115964162708352704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115955055955174140</id><published>2006-09-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:22:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That MSN reminder thingy.</title><content type='html'>Have you guys ever seen this reminder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/Final_Announcement.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think it is really true? Ok, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;very doubtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when things involve money. Here's my doubts. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If MSN really wanna make us pay for our hotmail accounts, &lt;strong&gt;why didn't the management send this message or reminder to all hotmail/msn users&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; I am sure they'd want to remind us about this big change, right? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And, if really this is from MSN Accts Coordinator, now with the advancement of technology, &lt;strong&gt;why didnt MSN make a system whereby, those who has received that dumb reminder will not receive it any further&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remembered I only forward once. And as I received more, over time, I became dubious of the whole reminder. And, I actually went into the reccommended site. Not one, but two. Feel free to click this link. &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm"&gt;BBC News&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.internetnews.com/bus-news/article.php/598491"&gt;InternetNews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both sites did mention about that big change coming our way, but neither mention about us having to pay for our account. Mr Neil Holloway said, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will build extra services into MSN and start monetising this within a year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ". And enough said, here's the best part. Open your eyes bigger, dudes. Read well, yea...And be sure to plant this into your minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The site also mentioned, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"But Mr Holloway told the paper that he thinks people will be prepared to pay about £60 a year for extra services. Microsoft stresses that the site's core facilities including Hotmail will remain free. Fees will be demanded for extra services that are now under development, such as an advanced filter system to protect email accounts from junk mail. ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this, I hope everybody who reads this will stop sending me emails of this nature. If you want to continue to do so, go on, but be sure to put my name out. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bie, you know I won't change my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CallMEwhenyou'reSOBER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115955055955174140?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115955055955174140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115955055955174140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115955055955174140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115955055955174140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-msn-reminder-thingy.html' title='That MSN reminder thingy.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115938357193626803</id><published>2006-09-28T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:59:31.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I foresee alot more stuff needs to be done. Hopefully things go alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, lastly, &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/bdayboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th birthday, my friend. May happiness be with you. And persevere to be the best errr.. person la. At least masa bday ko ni, ko dpt good news kan. Ada jugak budak inspire nak jadi macam kao. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115938357193626803?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115938357193626803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115938357193626803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115938357193626803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115938357193626803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-foresee-alot-more-stuff-needs-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115929123727250554</id><published>2006-09-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:33:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumbira</title><content type='html'>Gumbira kerana.. finally da dapat online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumbira kerana.. finally da replenish stock mascara &amp; lipgloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumbira kerana.. got to help the boyfie with his work. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;{Gawd, i knew cretivityku terhad sungguh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumbira kerana.. been a good girl lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumbira kerana.. I GOT MY &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASSIS ROSE &lt;s&gt;FRAGRANCE&lt;/s&gt; EDT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Tanx to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redboudoir.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red Herring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Jengokla blog nyer. Kalo nk kawin nk tempah henna, cari la yg pakar ye...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumbira kerana.. Baby Nabil so macam AYAM. And my definition of baby like AYAM is, they are soooooo chubby. Too chubby that you can't imagine how chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/400/DSC00064.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Macam Ayammmmmmmm!!! And he's barely 2 months. Weew. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bibik Ain loves Baby Nabil..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to those, who still want to feel or talk like an ang moh or be what you're not, I think this is true : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I think it’s the Mat thing. Do you think all Malays are Mat? It’s essentially… quite true. I mean, deep down inside, everybody I’m sure (points to Chinese female music exec) you’re an Ah Lian. A Malay girl would be a Minah, and Malay guy a Mat. Chinese guy like Jon — Ah Beng. But we just choose not to be. (big grin) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - the new SI. &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeidol.com/scoops_260906.htm"&gt;Extracted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lastly, gumbira kerana.. we're past 13 months. And every month is a record achieved for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115929123727250554?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115929123727250554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115929123727250554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115929123727250554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115929123727250554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/gumbira.html' title='Gumbira'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115902608557091931</id><published>2006-09-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:41:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Callmewhentheresjobforme</title><content type='html'>OK, so.. Uzzie's got a job. DAMN. How about me????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, peeps, in case you tumble across any work, (that'll be between 24sep-23oct [or mebe b4 that?]) plz do holler me yuh. I need a job, freak. Then what the toot you'd expect me to do at home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115902608557091931?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115902608557091931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115902608557091931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115902608557091931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115902608557091931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/callmewhentheresjobforme.html' title='Callmewhentheresjobforme'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115902072509288454</id><published>2006-09-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:12:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down n under.</title><content type='html'>Yep. While all the rest of the peeps were out, i'm like here @ home all alone. Yes, you've read right. &lt;strong&gt;ALL ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;. No difference. But yeah.. Gone were the times when, there's almost everybody asking me out. Not on a date la ass. Well, eniwei, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for a while; and hell, i was home wayy too early. That's the prob with the folks u noe. &lt;em&gt;Balik siang, rumah ni kosong. Ibarat ditinggal2kan. Balik lmbt, kaozzz meriam buluh tu lagi pelan la bunyi dier.&lt;/em&gt; Its like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pot-pet-pot-pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kinda stuff. BUt old folks mahh. Wadday expect? Lemme see.. Mama go mit Papa. I dunnoe where they go. Hopefully, they bring somehing nice for this poor kid left alone at home. Rwin went to perform &lt;s&gt;Tawarih&lt;/s&gt; Terawih. Uzzie went out since afternoon, to ITE openhse @ Bishan. The twins go mkn @ LJS with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; go out.. Yep. Met Sha. And thanx to her. Cuz she treated me to LJS!!!! Muacks Muacks! Ouww.. And we missed the good old days, lunching @ Jupiter Cafe or Mensa or anywhere, and bitching about almost anybody we knew @ TP. lol. And here's a leak. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha mixed up Sheer Romance with Secret Recipe!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chuber ekh, Sha. Sheer Romance tu tmpt dier very sheer tau. Tmpt jual lingerie. Dgr2 skrg Secret Recipe dah jual lingerie. And what? Nak beli cake kat Sheer Romance? I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the time with the MQs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who quote this : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No woman can change a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But i remember very well, I tumbled across that phrase in Bubbles Unbound by Sarah Strohmeyer. Giddy up, guys. Admit it you all have this thing called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG EGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-shit. Guys never wanna appear so &lt;em&gt;lembek&lt;/em&gt; and such. Yes yes, you are indeed the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;white knight in shining armour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wait!!!! Twins are backkkkk. And they made me laughed just by telling their silly journey from watsons to another watsons. I just love them to the very core u noe. We fight. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We argue. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We joke too much till we fight again. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESUME . But no doubt, you too have your own good and bad times. And all the ladies had wanted to do, is to try console you. Calm your nerves down. You know, like trying to tell you, you should not give up, you ae important to them bla bla bla. OMG so cliche siyekk. Ok in male terms your ego, down. But they are too sensitive to comply with our words. So, that's where their femininity from their masculinity, comes from. Alahhh... kiter serupe.~ After trying hard enough, I think I've had enough. I just want side of a man where they realize their worth. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{No hard feeling, anybody.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK!! Now the folks are back!!!!! Yes yes yes! Thanx Allah for fulfilling my wishes. May You bless them so I can have more of these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yummey Cakes!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/general/cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, Bie..I never stoop you low okay? Cuz, there's this thing call LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115902072509288454?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115902072509288454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115902072509288454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115902072509288454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115902072509288454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/down-n-under.html' title='Down n under.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115883472502734360</id><published>2006-09-21T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T02:28:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggest an appropriate title for this entry.</title><content type='html'>Titles are random. Though some would give you a picture of what the content is about. Anyway, it is not about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with these err.. &lt;s&gt;teens&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt; these days? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni bukan nak ckp saper la kan, kau makan cili, kau pedas terasa la sendiri. Tapi memandang korang tu pon 'feeling2' korang &lt;strong&gt;cinone &lt;/strong&gt;manentah, so tu korang pey pasal la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ok, first things first, what's with the term &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'minah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'mat'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Isn't it so unfair to judge a person by their attire? All those &lt;em&gt;makciks2&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;neneks2&lt;/em&gt; have this sort of tendency to call any young girl a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'minah'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Or a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'mat'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Ever heard of the terms &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'mat motor', 'mat drug', 'mat geber' [pronounced gay-bay], 'minah tudung', 'minah jambu' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;etc? And these terms existed long before you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just because of the newly termed &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'minah/mat reps'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you go around seeing all those young Malay teens especially those clad in black tops and still trying to find themselves certain identities, you call them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'minahs'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'mats'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Get a life la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, even if they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'minah/mat'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they did not go around destroying your lives. Did they pick a fight with you? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They were minding their own businesses, yet you were like pointing around labeling them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'minah/mat'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Halo, put this into your own brains la. You might never know people walking pass by you and calling you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'minahs'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as well. And even if they're really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'minahs'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'mats' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;they still do deserve some respect. Doesn't mean they dressed up like some&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'minah reps'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'mat reps'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'hanyut'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kinda people. They may also be well-educated. &lt;em&gt;Tu pasal dorang pon tau guna friendster la, my space la, neatvibe la, hi5 la, everyonesconected la etc etc.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{lama siakk everyonesconnected. ntah ader lagik tak acct aku tu..}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they are &lt;strong&gt;'hanyut'&lt;/strong&gt; or comes from poor family background, all the more, if you don't wish to be their friends, at least respect them as human beings la. So what you come from a well-to-do family? So what you can have whatever you want, from daddy and mummy? Sometimes, your parents don't trust you to the extend that you have to lie, just so you could go out and enjoy with friends, right? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*i see guilty faces!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the trouble I have with rich, spoiled kids. They love to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people. It's a shame to have that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'MALAY' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or any other races such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'BOYANESE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'JAVANESE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; etc labelled in your NRIC. If you are my relatives, I wish I don't have any relatives like you. &lt;em&gt;Mak kau masak tetap letak belacan la.. cukup garam ajinomoto sumer. Ntah ape la silap mak kau mase mengandungkan kau sampai dapat anak macam ni. Nama jer Melayu. Perangai me-layu. Nak hidup cara barat, bobal feeling bangsa tionghua&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{zappp.. tionghua or wat}..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No one stops you from being so westernized or whatever, but at least, remember where you come from. &lt;em&gt;Susur-galur salasiah keturunan datok nenek kau, tetap melayu.&lt;/em&gt; So, still keen to give me a definition of a &lt;strong&gt;"minah"&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;"mat"&lt;/strong&gt; or maybe your own definition of how a normal Malay teens should wear? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Pakai baju kurung suahh. Confem tkde org panggil 'minah'. Limit2 kene panggil 'minah kental'; and kental means strong*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dahh.. Tak baik bulan Ramadan nk pendam2 rasa. Jadi biarku let go sblom Ramadan. Acct aku yg berlambak dan sedari dulu aku tk update, dah pon aku update. Penggemar Friendster masih boleh terus cari aku di sana. Penggemar MySpace, Neatvibe, Tagged, Zorpia, Hi5 dan aku tak tau brape bnyk lagi acct dekat lelaman sedemikian rupa yang aku ada, tapi chuber la carik2.. Mane tau jumpe. Bole blg aku ye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I am faggot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115883472502734360?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115883472502734360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115883472502734360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115883472502734360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115883472502734360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/suggest-appropriate-title-for-this.html' title='Suggest an appropriate title for this entry.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115874366804255822</id><published>2006-09-20T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:26:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speakin of..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hari Raya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Random. Well, speaking of that, I wonder yuh, being in my last teens year, do I get as much as I got a decade ago? Sissy &amp; myself were like discussing some things about hantaran stuffs la, over Haloscan. It started with me, in love with window-shopping bla bla bla. Then it comes to us wanting to use a clutch. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Yea, Fish, you're not the only one. Clutch/wristlet are in.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then topic jumped to Hari Raya. Duh. And we're like talking about duit raya... Here it goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/400/conv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Macam siyekk. To the extend of showing my student pass. Imagine ekh, the older folks all sibok bermaafan, then there I was, sibok kluarkn student pass. Then when I want to salam, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mintak maaf cum tunjuk student pass&lt;/span&gt;. Ala2 zaman tunjuk bus pass kat apek bus. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I AM STILL ELIGIBLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; pale hotak laa. Ok wat.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I had a dream. A wonderful dream that caused me to wake up late. Of course la kan. It's a yummey dream some more. I dreamt we (the families and the boyfie) went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad Jack Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to iftar. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Dgr2 blom pose da feeling iftar ekh. Chuber ekh, Ain. Asek mkn jerrr..}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And Mad Jack Cafe is an Aussie cafe (ader alfresco jugak!!!!) which is located somewhere @ Bukit Timah there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must have been looking at the menu now too often that I dreamt of it. I dunnoe how I knew It was MJC, but the food they served somehow made me overconfident that, it was Mad Jack Cafe. I had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/mj_burgerset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/mj_burgerset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this burger set. Dammit the fries so yummeyy. You should have seen the menu.. Ouhh drooling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/mj_brownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/mj_brownie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this brownie. Reminded me so much of the brownie I had @ Fish &amp; Co. OMG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of this dream was that, in reality, I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Mad Jack Cafe before, in my entire life. But if any of you plans to go, it's @ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke's Road, somewhere near Farrer Road &amp;amp; Adam Road. It's along Bukit Timah Road, towards Crown Centre &amp; Coronation Plaza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Sounds like I've been there, but no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This girl is so full of dreams and fantasy.... And I jolly well need a new blogskin!!!! Maybe I can do myself some good, by not sleeping aftr Subuh, during Ramadan. That way, I can try &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;change my body clock and get use to waking up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. And the boyfie needs a new one as well. Probably, I do a new one for him first. Somehow, I could not get things started.. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Itching for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Victoria's Secret Pure Seduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I still heart u. And Bie, what a girl wants, is what a girl needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115874366804255822?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115874366804255822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115874366804255822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115874366804255822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115874366804255822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/speakin-of.html' title='Speakin of..'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115865460470242676</id><published>2006-09-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:30:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INM KL Trip</title><content type='html'>Yuh, and as the title mention. Darn it siak. I only got to know about it when I went to OLE to check things out. And ta da~ The dateline is today. What the toot. Its a 5 days, 4 nights trip, $280 inclusive of meals. So it's 6-10 oct. BUlan pose. Anyway, to begin with, not like the parents will let me go, right? Besides, I am not some rich, spoiled brats. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sour grape, but this time, mango.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115865460470242676?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115865460470242676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115865460470242676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115865460470242676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115865460470242676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/inm-kl-trip.html' title='INM KL Trip'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115859958098743561</id><published>2006-09-19T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:13:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Window-shopping is the best eye remedy.</title><content type='html'>As the title mention. Went to pay NLB a visit after sucha long time. I love NLB. Since the day the INM people went to the site visit. I love it. Especially the top floor. What a panorama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Laini. It took me quite some time to realize that we wore similar outfit today. People around must have been thinking that we had planned to wear the same stuff. Since I'm in no mood to take pictures, just visualize yuh. We wore &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grey tudungs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; different fabric though. We wore &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; paired with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a pair of jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Laini got a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Neckermann &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;footwear, whereas myself, a pair of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Papillios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We even carried &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;black totes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How cute coincidences can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time in NLB, we head on to have some food. &lt;strong&gt;DESPITE &lt;/strong&gt;both has had lunch before going out. After rattling and walking &lt;s&gt;to and fro&lt;/s&gt; in front of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BK, LJS, KFC &amp; McD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we settled on LJS, being our favourite fast food restaurant. Yeayness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite irritated by this group of&lt;em&gt; err teenagers?&lt;/em&gt;, next to me. Ok, so I ignore them. But I couldn't help thinking why would they look at us strangely right? And only now did I realize. We wore similar outfits. Maybe these group was like thinking&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Eh ni minah tudung confem janji ekh pakai same2."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Takmo macam paham arh. Dgr2 aku minah tudung pe. Dgr2 sumer &lt;em&gt;"minah tuds"&lt;/em&gt; pakai seme sama pe. Ekh tu kakak ipar bini abang kao jer pakai gitu. Hah. Not that I was being over-paranoid, but yuh, they kept looking la kan.Cam toot gitu. &lt;em&gt;Benci I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I supposed, Noor Rafili the silat guy, thought that way too, when we made our way out to the door. But i managed a smirk. I dunnoe why, but that poor guy didn't do anything to deserve a smirk from me. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the best part. We did not know where to head. Thinking about surveying some new dyes, I thought we'd head up to Watsons. But we ended up surveying cosmetics. Ouh vanity cursed itself upon me!! Which reminded me very much of my undying love for nude colour lipgloss or lipstick. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;{I managed to get a new gloss from Missha}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And I had better get a nude color one soon. Ouh and my mascara is running our of stock as well. So do my unconditional love for &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burberry Brit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; first love for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Davidoff Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Urghhhh.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; {Reminder: I was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; born with a silver spoon.}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl live a life full of fantasies uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From dyes to cosmetics, lastly we ended up window-shopping for what we call a Hari Raya Shopping. Hehs. I can't wait to try on my new outfits!!! Myself and twins were thinking of getting white heels and bags. But I'd prefer wristlet or clutch. The bigger the bag is, the more item I'd put inside, the heavier my bag becomes. Goodness, I've found some that interest me. But then, when there's no white that left, I wouldn't mind putting on brown. Black would be my last resort. Let's hope for a better Ramadan and Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this, here's an Arabic poetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nak buat baik, sangatlah mudah, Maniskan wajah, lembutkan lidah."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Maniskan wajah meaning not to doll yourself up, but just a simple smile would do. And lembutkan lidah simply means, not to sing or sweet talk, but simply say the nice things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115859958098743561?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115859958098743561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115859958098743561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115859958098743561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115859958098743561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/window-shopping-is-best-eye-remedy.html' title='Window-shopping is the best eye remedy.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115850096525398721</id><published>2006-09-17T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:49:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "penutup"</title><content type='html'>Today marked the official last day of performance for us, before Ramadan comes. It was tiring was me, although the weather was breezy. I supposed, it is the waiting time of performance that matters. So after performance, we had the annual routine of doa selamat, that mark the closure of our routine performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep, on what I thought was a nap, awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soo want more Birkis!!! Especially from the 2007 collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/birkis_romanceflowers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/birkis_blackkimono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/birkis_ballistic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/320/birkis_beigekimono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out Yahooo Auction for more of these. Or, &lt;a href="https://www.german-shoes-online.com/birk_style_NewC.php?S_ID=1714&amp;S_Name=Madrid&amp;amp;S_Kid=0&amp;BrandId=83&amp;amp;Image=240683s.gif"&gt;these.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't leave me hanging, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115850096525398721?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115850096525398721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115850096525398721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115850096525398721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115850096525398721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/penutup.html' title='The &quot;penutup&quot;'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115841696642751261</id><published>2006-09-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:29:26.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pit - Ain's Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sounds familiar? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*cheeky*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Lela "sleptover" and we spent the night bitching. I didnt know I still had that capability, since MQs&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sha, i thinkk that's what we're called. Or perhaps, WASP??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last bitchin session. I missed bitching with the GFs. So, back to main, we bitched. About this and that, about making the whole thing come to live, making plans and stuff. Those were the days. To think we didn't sleep through the night, we thought we could do with some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eye-rest"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and have planned to wake up @ 9am, to help Mama with marketing. Apparently, we both overslept till noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take our time, and done with our other side shopping like the fruits and stuff, when Miza called to ask if we were ready or not. OMG, we were like only about to start with our cooking. I dealt with Maggi Pizzas and Lela, Roti Boyan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Imagine ekh, 2 anak dara bekerja di dapur. Ouh tunggang-langgang. Sempat la pulak, nk feeling siapkn makan untuk picnic ngan family nanti da besar. Ouww touching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the pit. Then gedebak -gedebuk, they started fire, let those who had been long waiting for us, eat. It was quite &lt;strong&gt;mendak&lt;/strong&gt; initially. Da macam tgh berkabung. Yes, right. Most clad in black, duduk berkecah.. Warm up over, we played games, starting with murderer. I bet it is the easiest, yet still fun to be played kinda game, no matter how many times you've played before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like something not right. I personally do not know what. But I feel there was something missing during those time. Reminder, this is &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; perspective. Nevertheless, I managed to keep to my own personal vow, and maintained. (haha..but not for long) Laughed here and there. I was very happy. I was a happy girl, playing games. Enjoyed being made fun of. Hey, it's pit okay. There's no reason for us not to be a sport right? Wani &amp; I were given a stupid forfeit, for being unlucky. Minah Rempit &amp;amp; Tp. Yelah, bila lagi nak buat keje bodoh kan? So I was up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the games ended with Chop Chilli Chop. Call me outdated, but I swear I've never played the game before. And I played well, for an amateur like me. Terusik lagi hati ini, bila dah mula sendirian. One by one the girls go back. And some came, like Caca. How I wished the other seniors were there; Ais, Saj, As, Farna, etc etc. I miss them loads. Soon, most of them are gone. Dan aku pun, sesungguhnyer, Peah, makinlah mangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mangkok Tingkat vs Tuppaware Tingkat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was already feeling so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mangkok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, there I go. To the breakwaters or waterbreaker, whatever these ppl call it. So much for being a Pure Geog student. We sang. We chatted. Then came one part, we wandered along. All three were drained in their own thoughts. I was praying hard he'd be abel to make it. If not, I'd &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mangkok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mangkokness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and after doin some yoga technics n oxygen technics, suddenly we sang again. Be merry. Yeah. Sadly, there's no stars as it's too cloudy. How i wished I could stargaze. I miss stargazing.. At least, my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mangkokness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did not define childish, in terms of Tuppaware tingkat. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Ouh Mariah, I missed you, for defining such term}.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they came back, they leftover people had their game of murderer. Lepas tu, konon nk feeling cerita hantu la ekh. Kebabai. Nothing at all. Last2 citer merepek. And some went off. Its becoming boring, yet exciting at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the whole event, would be, the time Fid, Yan,Lela, Yat &amp; myself went hunting. Though not much of discovery.. Yelah aku kan bongok. Bukan salu dpt g hunting. Kalo siang2 bukannye bnyk discovery. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, our PST/NIRA pit ended there, with the same old faces again. I hope, all of you has had fun. Jangan serik2 la ye.. And BIG thanks to all those involved directly, or indirectly, especially those who had stayed through. Thanks for complimenting on my Maggi Pizza &amp;amp; Roti Boyan. And to fid, for the transport. And to the boyfriend, for coming and made my day again. Ok, enough. As if I was the organiser la pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Remp-It's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115841696642751261?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115841696642751261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115841696642751261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115841696642751261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115841696642751261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/pit-ains-perspective.html' title='The Pit - Ain&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115825526519723203</id><published>2006-09-15T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:34:25.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thursday ramblings.</title><content type='html'>I have been sitting ard the whole afternoon. Waited for rwin's msg whether going visit Mak @ hospital or not. &lt;em&gt;Tgu mcm buah tk jatoh la kanz..&lt;/em&gt; I loike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the time come. Right when I was reading &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANJA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Err.. yuh, i was reading Manja. Tired of novels. So Mama brought back Manja, and I thought I could do with some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;manja-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ard. &lt;em&gt;Uh?? Ape cakap ni?&lt;/em&gt; But, for once, I itched for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$$$$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. Damn. I saw an &lt;strong&gt;Esprit&lt;/strong&gt; watch la siakk. Cantik giler babs. Ok, FYI, i am only fit to wear expensive watches. Not trying to sound lyk some spoiled brat, but i really cant wear all those cheapo watches @ pasar malam or bugis street selling for $10 per watch. I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shall add on to my never-ending wishlist, which I know things will never be fulfilled. But I add on, anyway. Back to the Esprit watch. Last Manja I saw this one freaking nice Esprit (again) watch. Its so feminine. Total opposite of me. But it's nice. And it was SGD98.00. Then come this new watch, i think ard SGD145.00 gitu lek. How I wish I was bron with silver-spoon to get that watch. OR some jobs would really wanna take me in, just to buy that watch. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, just to fulfil my entire wishlist yang &lt;u&gt;tak mungkin akan singkat, tapi meningkat.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yelahh.. Dgr2 aku dah side-track. Ok i miss the makcik kepos, namely, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sha, Hannah and Kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Shall we go buka one day?? Ok, dgr2 speaking of this, aku mcm rase ramai org aku ajak gi buka luar. Macam la aku ni bnyk duit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*SIDE-TRACKED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Back to what I was saying, so Uz n myself went to visit Mak @ Changi. And you know what? CGH has changed alot. The 7-11 has changed to the opposite side. Nevertheless, the 7-11 @ CGH cannot be compared to SGH's 7-11, where it was all Heaven. There's almost nothing for me to buy. Had wanted to buy the fishball, den no chilli. &lt;em&gt;Wat the toot, kan?&lt;/em&gt; Then I ended up buying the spring roll, but it was spoilt. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BASI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bongok pey kedai. So I wasted my 85 cents. Beh kan, I ended up (again) buying a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pink colour doughnut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I hate pink, but i dun care. Pink stuffs are good to eat, though. Just dun ever buy me pink cake, cuz i dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am not too late, to congratulate one of the seniors; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yati &amp; Khai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Da nikah tk blggggg. Its so fun to see friends all getting hitched.. This is what in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mama!!! Umi!!! Nak kahwin!! &lt;em&gt;(Mommy!!! I wanna get married!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eh anak bertuah ni.. Kasi mkn orang tua blom lagi, nk kahwin. &lt;em&gt;(This kid.. Have yet to provide for us, still want to get married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haiyyyyahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjeng la pulak si Ain ni. Ain will get married when time is ripe and right. But not too soon, though. Tunggu la lagi 7 8 thn. I got a long way to go, okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things in my mind. Hours before the pit. Hours before i'm starting to make &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roti Boyan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Maggi pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... And i think I still need to revise some stuff to bring tmr. Dunnoe if the boyfriend is coming or not. I wont put much hope into it, cuz, lesson learnt. I am &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; VERY understanding. So, i deem, he maybe tired and not even drop by, though he mentioned in ytd's msg, he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whether the pit will turn out ok or not, let's not expect too much out of it la kan.. Cuz, personally, a too well planned occasion will likely be spoiled. Judging from past experiences la kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just said so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/general/conv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha.. Kerana mls, kan.. aku pon smrang pok arh kat bdk. At least tikar manja ok pe. Sui2 dudok romantik ber2 jer.. Aku da bwk mkanan.. Barang2 aku jer berlambak ekh. Ibarat kata mama, mcm nk g belayar. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*bedek! buek* &lt;/span&gt;Before i'm gone, to give way to niecey blog la pulakk.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Didnt noe she's got one. Gonna look it up, someday!! Hahaha. AKu bab nk cari blgo2 org ni, malas bebenor. Harapkan B+ jer for Information Services.} &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK, so here's to Fasha!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/Fasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/400/Fasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, sweets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I adore to the very much sia. She looked like Ifah. Hahaha. Ok, lain. But Ifah mok oso got that cheeks. May your birthday be blessed with the best things in life. And, be the best daughter to your parents, okayyy.. Ouh, I'd pray that you would talk more during trng.. Takmo shy2 lagi, k. Shy2 t rugi bnyk. Muackks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: love me, do you??? I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115825526519723203?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115825526519723203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115825526519723203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115825526519723203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115825526519723203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-thursday-ramblings.html' title='My thursday ramblings.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115816839210822125</id><published>2006-09-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:26:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rase mcm nk &lt;em&gt;paitao&lt;/em&gt; jer... Asal ekh aku tk rase seperti mane yg lain2 rase kan..?? Sikit pon tak rase. Sebaliknyer, aku membayang apa yg bakal berlaku. Sebaliknyer, aku lebih mengharapkan perkara lain berlaku. Mungkinkah terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu perkara yang akan buat aku gembira. Dan hanya seorang saja yang tahu sebabnya. Andainya persoalan terjawab. Jadi.. nantikan la ekh. Sampai buah tak jatuh. Sampai malam makin gelap, dingin malam menyelubungi.. Sampai bulan terus ketawakan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belajar dari kesilapan lalu: jangan terlalu mengharap. Alaaa sama la tu dengan berhenti berharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan kadang kala, bujukan itu sekadar untuk menenangkan hati seseorang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115816839210822125?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115816839210822125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115816839210822125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115816839210822125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115816839210822125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/rase-mcm-nk-paitao-jer.html' title=''/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115814202056589845</id><published>2006-09-13T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:07:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survived.</title><content type='html'>I've cleared ALL my papers in school. And suprisingly a B for BPRT. Of course it's a surprise, cuz i remembered i lost a full 11 marks ++ for the main paper, due to insufficient time. But i guess, my CA pulled me up. Well anyway, no more classes, lectures, projects!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note to all those Hady fans, and errr fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support Hady, and if he goes to the Finals, you will get to see him @ TP this Friday (15 Sept), 3pm, Plaza. And you will have a chance to see yourself in the preview episode next week. NOW, that is, IF ONLY you ppl will vote him to get into the Final round of S.I.  He'll b there with the other finalist as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watch S.I tonight and support Hady lorr.. Ok, i've done my part to spread the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115814202056589845?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115814202056589845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115814202056589845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115814202056589845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115814202056589845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/survived.html' title='survived.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115808602910836468</id><published>2006-09-13T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:33:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worry.</title><content type='html'>Questions playin in my mind. {yea.. but not the song..} I am worried over too many things. Myself, and people around me, that I love. Is it me, or you? Or maybe, my pms? Everything is totally different now. Does our past really matters? Will the past affect the present and be a restraining factor against the future? It seems to me that our past really affect our mindset. Or at least the way we think, in some general prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the friends. Old, and new. The old friendships slowly drifted apart. And the new ones, are becoming more complex. Is it because 1 has not been truthful enough about oneself or sincere enough? Or is it that people has been too comfortable with the portrayed "YOU", rather than the real you; that they tend to whine, bitch or whatever it takes, to get the "YOU" that they thought they really knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad... To see friendships drifting apart. To see the bonds we had all created, perish just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really know how a friend feel? Do we really need to snap back when someone pointed that small mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us, may not wanna care or, be bothered about what others think. But, don't you think that, that way will even make other be wary of you? But to clear the air, when both or all parties are fuming with madness, all thinking they are right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i selfish, or are you, too? &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear friends, currently, my blog cant b viewed. The I.E prompt window, bugs me to close my (blog) window. Any idea why? Only apply to my blog. But not others. So, tag me @ my comments ya. Thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115808602910836468?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115808602910836468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115808602910836468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115808602910836468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115808602910836468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/worry.html' title='worry.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115790958503705341</id><published>2006-09-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:33:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful Indulgence</title><content type='html'>weeee~ Had lotsa fun enjoyin our sinful indulgence @ Temptation Island. I swear i am going again, and again, and again..I supposed, we spent more time cam-whoring, than taking the photos of the yummey ice melting desserts. But, best of all, they made my day. We laughed our way through.. I want this to repeat again!! Yeayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/DSC00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/200/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alahhh bnyk sgt arh... pandai2 arh tgk sendiri pat &lt;a href="http://brutalfairy.fotopages.com"&gt;fotopages&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now.. to these 3 people.. a big happy birthday to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abg Awie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Uzzie &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shikin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May you people did enjoy splendid birthdays!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lelaki...kenapa kau begitu ego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I may seem redundant, but what is wrong of showing that I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115790958503705341?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115790958503705341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115790958503705341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115790958503705341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115790958503705341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/sinful-indulgence.html' title='Sinful Indulgence'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115772607043789793</id><published>2006-09-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:34:30.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we haf a fair share of musibats agongs in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The trouble with not trusting people is, you will always and never fail to spend the time alone. Then again, i'd rather be a little bit too careful and mindful, than too helpful and nice. Lesson learnt over and over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ever so cliche words of wisdom, and boredom.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kawan ketawa ramai, kawan susah..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A quote from YtC's blog, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"wen u have money dey came in swamp..".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How true. But only thing is, I will never haf money. That doesn't mean. These musibats agongs will still come tumbling looking for this Ain cuz she will help them. Tak mintak budi dibalas, tapi perangai takmo mcm chitoot arh. Rambutan btol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, da bes luahkan bingit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laugh at me, c'mon.. but.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;bilakah lagi sayang, kita bertemu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115772607043789793?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115772607043789793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115772607043789793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115772607043789793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115772607043789793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-haf-fair-share-of-musibats-agongs.html' title='we haf a fair share of musibats agongs in life'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115761276942996740</id><published>2006-09-07T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:21:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyan food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/1600/rotiboyan%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/521/400/rotiboyan%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while staying at home, I've been eating Roti Boyan. So, soon gemok la. Happy per tk keje, mkn tdo jer. Not to forget tgk tv. Beh skrg tgh mkn roti boyan, tgk citer Bawang Merah Bawang Putih. Benci siak tghk citer bnyk org jahat. Mcm nk bunuh jer.. Emosi la pulakk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115761276942996740?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115761276942996740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115761276942996740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115761276942996740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115761276942996740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/boyan-food.html' title='Boyan food'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115755835367489462</id><published>2006-09-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:59:14.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aii Shite Ru</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kadangkala..&lt;br /&gt;Kau perlihatkan dirimu begitu jahil&lt;br /&gt;Walhal kau sebenar bijak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangkala..&lt;br /&gt;Kau diperlekehkan mereka&lt;br /&gt;Walhal kau lebih licik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangkala..&lt;br /&gt;Amarahmu berkecamuk tanpa simpati&lt;br /&gt;Namun harga diri itu melebihi segalanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangkala..&lt;br /&gt;Diammu menguburi soalan tanpa jawaban&lt;br /&gt;Lalu meninggalkanku kebingungan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku benci..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berada di dalam liku hidup sebegini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus-terusan menjadi bak boneka dalam pasungan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa punya suara untuk membidas kekata kejammu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk patuh, mengalah, berserah tanda kalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengharapkan sekelumit rasa simpati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpati demi menghentikan segalanya dari terus berkuasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpati demi menyatukan apa yang telah lama terpisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku benci..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasad kita semakin jauh,&lt;br /&gt;Apakah emosi kita utuh mengalahkan logika?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115755835367489462?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115755835367489462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115755835367489462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115755835367489462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115755835367489462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/aii-shite-ru.html' title='Aii Shite Ru'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115739291389553692</id><published>2006-09-05T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:22:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot stuff are meant to be shared</title><content type='html'>in the blog or web only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/6/20/80352/PeeYesTee_128kbs.mp3" width="200" height="40" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So click it. If you wanna listen to the content of &lt;strong&gt;PeeYesTee's&lt;/strong&gt; a few days back. A pity there isn't any vid. You might love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the unwanted noises. Tried to reduce some of it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENJOYs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115739291389553692?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115739291389553692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115739291389553692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115739291389553692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115739291389553692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/hot-stuff-are-meant-to-be-shared.html' title='Hot stuff are meant to be shared'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115738366827678085</id><published>2006-09-04T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:27:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings.</title><content type='html'>I am so craving mooncakes right now. Thanks to sissy for sending me an email order form for mooncakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115738366827678085?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115738366827678085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115738366827678085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115738366827678085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115738366827678085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/cravings.html' title='Cravings.'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999721.post-115730193023716445</id><published>2006-09-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:02:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champion..PeeYesTee</title><content type='html'>First n foremost la kan.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to PeeYesTee for the title. &lt;em&gt;{like finally}&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chak tak deng..bolot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Champion: PeeYestee (TP)&lt;br /&gt;1st Runner-up: Adiratna (NP)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Runner-up: Bertara (NYP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual prizes (not including the harapans cuz i had forgotten):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kesenian Terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;Awak2 Terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;Paluan Terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;Lirik ciptaan asli Terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ciptaan asli Terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;Tukang Karut Terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;Juara Terbaik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PeeYesTee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;aka Panjy Sri Temasek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An almost flawless performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nelayan Selatan is back. The intro brought back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of champion or success of a group, reminds me of the recent AGM we had last sat. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"We are ONE because of the friendship we have and treasure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I sincerely, think it's true. But sadly, there never fails to have any conflict, gaps watever la kans. Not just a particular group, no not pinpointing. Juz generalizing. That is what has been happening to each organization I am involved with. It is a sad thing to see gaps not just between cliques, but rather individuals themselves. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, should I induce that PeeYesTee succeed because of the strong friendship and that they put away all grudges for the sake of PeeYesTee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. When I reflect, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dikir barat -&gt; friendship -&gt; sahabat/musibat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Is that it? *sigh* &lt;strong&gt;JMP&lt;/strong&gt;, u may say. BUt it make sense to me. Ok, it's not just dikir barat, ok. Say its kompang or tarian.. everywhere i go, it seems to work that way. How sad. A lot of things are running through my head. Dk, friendship, sip, work.. How does a 19-year-old mind or brains work? Or think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;em&gt;friendship is a bliss, yet a killer.&lt;/em&gt; Of which, I feel blessed with friends. But when a friendship is dying, i began to think, what went wrong? Being the paranoid me, I will always tend to put myself into this position where I'd think "have I wrong him/her"? I love my friends. If you think you know me, save ur words, cuz, you will only know Ain and begin accepting her as she is, when you have seen her alter egos and many different dimension of her attitudes. And I think, it goes the same to all of us. Eh, i beg to differ. I got ultimate alter egos ok. Ok, so I am not someone to judge myself.So it's rather up to you to judge me. BUt I know myself well, though some may say they have my interests at heart. &lt;em&gt;{touching nyerrrr}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic, I think it all relates back to the 7 deadly sins uh.. Think, peeps. If the theory of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir barat -&gt; friendship -&gt; sahabat/musibat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is really true or it works, dat is how the girls and i have to go through? I admit, I am NOT the best leader ever. She went away at the moment when I need her to guide me. And I am boring, u noe. So uhhh yeahh.. will I get them to corporate with me, at least till the annual production? AT LEAST? Ok ok.. tell me, peeps. Am I realllllllly unfriendly?? Cuz, that is one of the errrr silly reason I've heard. &lt;em&gt;Smarang hangpa laaa nohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A killer it is, but friends come and go, right? Those who really now you and treasure you and you too like wise may not be many. But along the way, you will always meet new people, with similar or better attitudes, who knows.. I think I'm really used to being left by friends. &lt;em&gt;Terlajak perahu boleh ditarik, terlajak kata???&lt;/em&gt; (eh?? pardon me for my rusty so-called A1 Malay n HML ekh)Nonetheless, we all make mistakes. Allah the Great has created mankind a unique individual with something beautiful in them. Den again, always remember, lyk Achiok used to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when you're up there, you easily come tumbling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Buat ape kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelahhh.. sblom aku di label perangai, macam-paham, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yoyork orh",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; macam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bekbekkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;lagi&lt;/u&gt;, baik ku stop. Eh bedah, dah tu, kalo nk meriahkan lagi entry ku ini, jgn pulak nk comment kat taggy yerr. Part mana tkpaham ni?? Kan ader &lt;strong&gt;COMMENT &lt;/strong&gt;yg tertera di bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitootan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999721-115730193023716445?l=chocolatecigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/feeds/115730193023716445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7999721&amp;postID=115730193023716445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115730193023716445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999721/posts/default/115730193023716445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecigar.blogspot.com/2006/09/championpeeyestee.html' title='Champion..PeeYesTee'/><author><name>mawarhitam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/brutalfairy/blackr0se-ytc/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
