<?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-2607524229999828843</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:33:20.393+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Literally Speaking..'/><category term='Jonas Brothers'/><category term='happy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='darling'/><category term='love'/><category term='when you look me in the eyes'/><category term='Event'/><category term='letter'/><title type='text'>Issie come Issie go</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-1276926621330228754</id><published>2009-11-15T20:40:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:17:42.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traders Hotel Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All this while I wanted to write something here about Traders Hotel Kuala Lumpur and originally planned to write about my traning days(yeah it was way back then haha) but due to coming home practically a zombie I find it a bit difficult to conjure up something meaningful.  Hmmm maybe it's also just because I was too lazy to write haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months had passed and a lot had happened.  Plans had changed and here I am now, sadly I wont be able to grace that very establishment anymore.  I will now focus my attention to hopefully complete a Masters degree and ultimately be a lecturer.  However I feel that a proper goodbye is in order and therefore I summoned my "rajin" self to finally write a piece about the hotel.  In a way this is my very own tribute to a place that i can truly say that it was my home away from home.  I was so attached that I had my very own favourite toilet haha Toilet number four hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my tenure at Traders, I had two status. First I was the "Trainee who everyone thought was a Permanent" and then I was the "Permanent who everyone thought was still a Trainee" haha So yeah I was a confused fella haha. Maybe it's the look haha as one guest told me when I told her that people usually say I look older, "Nah, East you don't look old..You just have that sophisticated look, that matured look" haha well A fresh graduate with a sophisticated look i guess maybe that was the cause for the whole confusion haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to have met a lot of different and unique characters during my time at Traders. Met new acquaintances and made many more friends. When I came back after a months worth of holiday, the moment that I step one foot on the compound of the building, I was instantaneously swept by a a sense of belonging.  It really felt like I was back at my hometown after years in the city(figure of speech k haha). Hahah well I can't help being all sentimental. Imagine as you walked and someone shouted "Weh Is aku rindu kau"(not in a creepy way k haha). To be acknowledge is a great feeling so yeah I was ecstatic to be back with my friends, my family. Owh If your wondering who was that chap who missed me a lot and surprisingly he misses me a lot of times because he'll usually say that to me haha Well he's the person who has three unique names but people know him by another name, he's none other than Mr Yogi haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about making friends at Traders, try and guess who were the 1st few friends that I truly connected with.  Nope it wasn't the FO staff neither was it the F&amp;amp;B staff.  They were none other than the security personnel haha Min, Man, Chaudry, Full, Bed and occasionally Charles.  During my 1st month of training, they were the ones that kept me company because i was stationed near them.   Answering and attending to any of my queries and doubts. I'm not saying that the FO staffs weren't of any help at all.  They do take some time to talk to me once in awhile but at the same time I understand that they're really busy with their work.  I mean the hotel business is always run in a really fast pace.  So yeah no biggie I understood the situation.  Although that's the case, I do enjoy listening to all the seniors advice especially from Fahim.  Somehow, underneath that playfull and cheery exterior, I do believe that he is a great senior because of all the advice that he is willing to give to the more junior staff but mostly to the female junior staff la hahhaa no la kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to talking about security, I'm actually feeling a bit sad because I won't be able to be there for Min's farewell.  Min was the first person that I proudly treated as my 'brother' haha  He just got that friendly personality but sometimes its hard to understand him because he speaks too fast hahah You could always depend on him being there to help you no matter who you are.  I remembered one time, I lost my socks after Friday prayers.  Apparently someone liked them so much that they might as well take them hahaha no la most probably it was an accident.  Well anyways..When I got back to the hotel, I was thinking.."AIYA how la to work without socks".  Then I saw Min and I told him what had happened.  So I asked him whether Housekeeping got any black socks that I could borrow.  Without any hesitation he said that I could borrow his extra socks haha What a life saver.  Sigh I never got to repay his favour.  So yeah, next time you come back to Malaysia bring your wife la and I'll treat you guys dinner haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once I was asked, "why did you choose the hotel industry?" I duly answered each and every time that it was because that I liked the idea of making people happy and also by the fact that I get the chance to meet unique and different characters. With each answer I was referring to the external customers i.e. the guest of the hotel but as I spent more time in Traders I come to notice that..Hey there are some weird characters internally as well hahaha and by weird I meant that in a good way ok haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah if you haven't guessed it already, in the next section we will delve deep into the profiles of these weird characters hahaha Well I guess I'll start with the most hyper I suppose haha so yes that means you Maxine hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine was the very first face that I remembered when I entered the HR office for my interview haha I still remembered it very clearly and initially I really thought that she was Yvonne and that I'll be having the interview with her haha.  She had that annoyed look on her face most probably through the built up stress that she normally gets(she probably didn't know that she'll get more when I'm with her haha) and the same time she had the "who-are-you-suppose-to-be" stare haha  I found out later on that she wasn't the "bengis" type haha and apparently she's the hyper type-far from what I've imagined hahaha  She is one of the people at the hotel that I truly salute and respect.  She has tons of patience when dealing with the staff, an attribute that is needed in her position.  I managed to give her a real headache when I was there haha asking her all kind of questions about the system, about the hotel's procedure, anything that I could think of because I was really interested in learning more and to better myself.  Being the great person that she is she provided me with great knowledge and humor too, mostly was laughing because of her clumsiness la and also those funny sounds that she tends to make in any given situation hahaha She really did inspire me to be a trainer/lecturer.  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I resigned, my thoughts were really directed to her because somehow I've grown accustommed to her presence that I've become close.  To me she was really like a sister and her feelings mattered just as a family member's feeling did mattered.  I felt that I've really let her down in one way or the other.  After all the time that she spent in nurturing me to become a good hotelier but I'm really sorry that things didn't turn out to be more favourable.  I'm Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I'd like to thank Ian for being my very first buddy there in Traders.  Although he was then a senior of just three months, he was a great senior.  He gave me a great experience of being left alone to face the guest all by myself and he also dumped all of his work to me like a great senior hahahah no la.  Ian was a great buddy.  He stood by me until he saw that I was capable enough to face the guest all by myself and he was patient enough to indulge in answering all of my questions haha.  He went through a lot of changes since then.  Being transferred around and finally settled in a spot that I saw him doing well in.  Although there's a ton of stress that comes with job but I can honestly say that he has that natural ability to brush it of at the end of the day.  I'm sure he'll do great there.  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to my very first boss, well my supervisor la haha.  Mr Keane Lai.  The first time I met him was at the Front Office Back Office.  I forgot whether it was for a tour or something else but all I can remember is him being scolded by the security and was told to move his car hahaha  At that time I was not aware that he would be my supervisor so I just laughed it off(inside of course haha).  He was one of the many colleagues that helped me to feel more at home there at the hotel.  He showed to me that you don't really need to be to stressed out whena t work or else you'll die young hahah He also 'helped' in getting me to know more about the OPMS that the hotel used by giving me tons of his job to me hahahhaha no la kidding-kidding. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its the other Tai Ko at the back office, Mr Darrel Hor.  My first impression of him was, "Fuyoh such gangster looking fella is a Service Leader" hahaha He was you know but I come to know that was just on the outside.  Never would you see him explode err make it seldom haha because I just remembered the other day when he exploded like an atomic bomb hahaha Ahem..Anyways~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel Notes(for old times sake)&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;- Prefer to be called Darrel not boss and likes to eat banana. FORaja/301109&lt;br /&gt;- Has a secret affair with Ian although he would vehemently deny it every time. FORaja/301109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha jokes aside, I spent one month helping(don't know if helped meuch haha) Mr Darrel(on purpose) with his work which to me seemed never ending.  Naturally, I saw it fit to help him with the best of my ability because prior to the one month stint, through my  observation -yes ladies and gentleman I did use my eyes and observe stuff haha- he was one of the good people at Traders.  Good in the sense that, whenever it's possible he'll lend a helping hand to anyone who needs it.  After a whole lot of sacastic remarks and "I'm-going-to-kill-you-stares" la..Hmmmm or was it just only directed to me..Anyone?? haha He's a great guy and he's would be a great manager.  Goodluck Darrel and try not to sound like a kid when people contact you through your dect phone hahaha  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the team that made me enjoy life as a hotelier, well two of the team.  The Concierge and the Traders Club.  I've enjoyed myself the most when I was at both places due to the ammount of interactions one can get with the guest.  I know that most people would most often than not pray that they don't have to deal with any guest or customer in their line of work.  Their fears hightened with every word that comes out of the guest mouth and ultimately fearing the responsibility placed upon them with every guest request.  To be honest, I was one of those people once and coming from an introverted background it was even nightmare for me haha  We tend to create a mental picture of what would happen and at the end we will be fearing fear itself.  It's like one of the motivational posters in one of the training rooms in Traders, the greatest mistake you can make in life is continually fearing that you will make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I took it as a challenge and slowly, I began to enjoy having that space in time to converse with the guest and sometimes I feel that it was too short haha.  You do sometimes feel like a tourist yorself when you delve into their own culture.  Cultural exchange I guess haha.  To know that you can help to make someone's day is very rewarding. Whether its by helping to give recommendations or even simply by cheering up the guest.  I remember one time, I was having a conversation with a guest talking about the Petronas Towers and the KL Towers.  Nearing the end of the conversation I asked him where to next as it was their last day in Kuala Lumpur.  Kota Kinabalu being their next destination I asked him, "So are you planning to conquer Mount Kinabalu?". He duly said yes, thats part of the plan and carried on to ask me on the degree of difficulty of the hike.  You see the thing is I've never even ever set foot in Sabah so yeah I was clueless but at the spur of the moment I simply said to him, "For a person as fit as you it surely wouldn't be a problem" and he immediately smiled from ear to ear and thank me formaking his day haha.  To me, these were the special moments that I cherish during my time at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest aside, the Concierge crew and the Traders Club crew really made me feel at home.  Because somehow I do feel a strong sense of camaraderie whilst I was working there.  These were the places that you need to have a great teamwork and where selflessness really matters because you need each other to support each other's back.  It was also a very fun place for me.  I've really enjoyed the company off all the staff there.  Lets proceed in listing them in detail shall we haha.  When I think of concierge one person stands out from the rest, its none other than the very talented Mr Fizzy Ezwan haha  To me he was really made for the concierge position because of his bubbly character.  He can always make me laugh with his "tidak tanya pun" and his general ability to make all the people around him feel at ease.  Having saying that, fun and work is two different thing and he's good at both.  When it comes to work he'll be one of the top performers.  When I first came to concierge and wanted to buddy up with him, I was expecting him to be lax in his work ethics but I was suprised at the seriousness that he applied in making sure that he is doing a good job-with the occasional jokes of course haha  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is Mr Iskandar(the more huggable and cuter one) and Mr Yogi.  The thing that both of them have in common is that they are both great seniors and that they will always find time to help the juniors in any way possible.  I am greatful to have them as my seniors and to be able to ask them if there were any confusions.  Haha talking about Iskandar, I still remember there was once a group of guest wanted to see me before they checked out but at that time I was on the afternoon shift so I wasn't there.  So they asked at the Concierge counter to see "Iskandar" so the concierge called the other Iskandar.  When he came to the group they said, "Not this one, the taller one" hahah Sorry Is.  That's why I decided to use the name East there at Traders so that there wont be any more confusions haha  Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya there's one more event at Concierge that is worth sharing.  I was at the concierge helping out as usual when I heard the news, at that very time a trainee had messed up doing one of the concierge task.  Later on I was asked to help them.  I asked Ben(one of the Service Leader) "Are you sure you want me to go? Not they said that trainees are not allowed anymore??"  Then he just said that if its me then its ok haha they used to joke that I was the experienced trainee haha  The thing that I want to share here is that in life there is a need for acknowledgement from the persons around you.  It doesn't matter if he is your colleague, your boss or your employee.  A little acknowledgement of their work wont do them any harm, infact it even may increase their job satisfactory which can lead to higher job efficiency hahah Kinda like Im writing one of my degree's essays hahha but it is really true so Thank you Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that Service Centre was the last place in my mind when I was to be posted and I'm sure you guys can see by the reaction and generally the condition of my face when I got the news that I was to be in Service Centre haha I was like OWH EM GEE(shout out to Samson haha).  One thing that I need to clear up though.  It's not that I dislike the place but its just that all my life I don't really like the telephone hahah I really prefer communicating to the person face to face.  The first two days really stressed me a lot, I was like sweating, mistakenly pressing this and that..well you get the picture haha but I can truly say that the crew made it less stressful for me.  Especially when I was with Liz, WeiWei and Xuan.  Liz with helped by being cool and ever calm in handling any situation which brought me confidence too.  WeiWei and Xuan helped by well being their crazy self haha By being wacky and crazy all the time made me feel that you can have fun too and that don't be so uptight hahah.  Not to say that the rest did not help in making it less stressful but these three people made me think to myself, "Hey, it's not really that bad, just got to get use to it".  Owh ya how can I forget my buddy at Service Centre, Ms Candice.  I would like to say osrry because you need to bear with all of my repetitive questions haha and also sorry for sometimes being stubborn hahaha. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I talk about Service Centre without even mentioning their Tai Ka Jie Ms Diana Pang hahaha.  The first time I met her was during my first orientation(first because I had two of them haha). She was handling one of the session.  Ah yes the Tribe X story session.  During that time I was totally oblivious to her ferocious nature hahahaha kidding-kidding.  People tend to think that she would always eat anyone who works with her.  I still remember when I was posted to her in Service Centre, my heart was going 100 beats per second hahaha  To me its not that she likes to find faults in others each and everytime but it is the fact that she believes in everyone and that they can achieve even more with the extra effort.  After being with her for a few days, my heart slowly beated at a regular healthy pace and I saw her face changed from being ferocious to a more cute and adorable Ms Pang hahaha I was at ease with her till the point that I can joke and tease her(which comes with a slap from her la haha)  Ah~ yeah those were the days. BOSS!! THANK YOU FOR NOT SCOLDING TOO MUCH!!! hahah Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person that's worth mentioning is the General Manager, Mr Richard Cooke.  The very first encounter that I had with Mr Cooke was quite err well awkward I guess haha I was on my  way back to my training when I saw a Caucasian figure walking through the corridor.  Not recognizing who he was I just flicked a smile to him and the same time a friend of mine acknowledged him and had small talks with him.  Afterwards when I caught up with the friend, I asked him who was the person and apparently he's the new General Manager haha  The thing is prior to me getting employed, the General Manager was Mr Brea.  So yeah I was unaware of the change and it caught me off guard haha I always believe that a person can never demand respect but a person can command respect.  Meaning respect is always earned and it is always mutual.  The thing that made me start to respect him was during he's first introductory speech to the new intakes.  No, it wasn't the fact that he is passionate about Arsenal that he spoke of the club as his religion haha it was these few words, "I do not like to swear and people who swear".  I've always respect a man who sticks to his priciple no matter what(Even though he's an Arsenal fan haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awkward/funny encounter that I had was during one of my breaks.  I went in TJ's(Traderian Joint/Cafeteria) just as usual and my eyes were solely piqued at the buffet line.  Slowly digesting with my eyes the days meal one by one.  As I neared the noodle and  pastries section, my attention was suddenly derailed by a figure manning the waffle thing-a-ma-jig(I don't know what its called haha).  I thought to myself, "Hmmmm since when do we have a giant of a man as a chef and caucasian too??" hahaha Yeah, you've guessed it, it was Mr Cooke.  Apparently, the day was the day that all the Executive Members showed their appreciation towards all the staff by taking turns serving the meal.  Honestly, the general atmosphere at that very moment was kinda awkward to me but with that said I understand and appreciate the sentiment shown by them.  The thing that I regretted was..not having the chance to eat the waffle hahahha because I was to "segan" to approach Mr Cooke haha.  I wish you all the best Mr Cooke in taking Traders to newer heights.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fate can be funny sometimes.  It never stopped catching me off guard every single time haha.  On my official last day in Traders, I was apparently signed up for the Traderian Talk which was conducted by the ever charismatic and ever smiling Mr Quay. As I sat for the talk, a certain melancholic feeling started to engulf me.  It was like he was telling me things that I'll miss when I step out of the hotel.  At the end of the talk he shook my hand and wished me luck and asked me to do my best.  It was just like one of those family moments and I'm going to miss them.  All of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite a while to finish this post..Guess I didn't really want it to end, I didn't want my time at Traders to be just a distant past.  When I told Diana about my intentions of pursuing a masters degree, I told her that I made the decision with a heavy heart. Once she heard me utters those words she snapped and scolded me kaw kaw hahahah No la just kidding Boss.  She disagreed with that cute smile of her's haha saying that I've only been at Traders for awhile so it is quite improbable that I would feel that way.  Yes, I agree that it's only been a short stay but honestly and this is the truth, nothing but the truth, within the time that I spent there I fell in love with Traders Kuala Lumpur. There I said it haha and yeah it was that hard of a decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always enjoyed being the hotel's ambassador -albeit an unofficial one at that- when I'm around my friends.  It always fill me with pride(pride without arrogance that is) when I get to share how great it was at the hotel. So before I end the post, I just hope you guys would allow me to be one of your GC members.  Without the benefits of course haha Although I might not be worth as much as the Elite members but I'll carry on the good word of mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I'll miss u guys. TRADERIAN ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Raja Iskandar Putera/THKL0876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Closes Cashier*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Presses F8*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SxPeT72dDrI/AAAAAAAAARc/UJMt0SmK-4c/s1600/FOEAST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SxPeT72dDrI/AAAAAAAAARc/UJMt0SmK-4c/s320/FOEAST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409912011467067058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-1276926621330228754?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/1276926621330228754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=1276926621330228754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1276926621330228754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1276926621330228754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/11/traders-hotel-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Traders Hotel Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SxPeT72dDrI/AAAAAAAAARc/UJMt0SmK-4c/s72-c/FOEAST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5779851903741662568</id><published>2009-08-25T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:36:02.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5779851903741662568?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5779851903741662568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5779851903741662568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5779851903741662568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5779851903741662568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-darling-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6613768101647392063</id><published>2009-08-18T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:33:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading in the Old for the New..Part 2.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As i sit here in my room, bored as ever, A distant memory a blog came surging in my head haha.  It's been awhile since I last wrote.  Not really a surprise when you're working(well doing my training then) 6 days a week.  Anyway,  today I'm here to settle a long awaited debt and continue with the "People who had Influenced me section".  I believe to the delight of my readers who can't really say anything more than "mmmmmmm", "yyyyyyyy", "wooooooooo" and anything that rhymes with it.  If you're lost right now go and have a look at the shoutmix thingy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So lets get to it.  Next in the list of People Who Had Influenced Me are my friends, as the saying goes, "You are your friends".  I think that's the saying haha well correct me if I'm wrong.  To talk about all of my friends would take up a lot of space and seriously, I'm not a machine you know haha Soooooo today's post will describe four of whom I rate highest haha thy are namely Rong Hui and Rishi.  Without whom I may not be as normal or close normal which ever is applicable haha as I am today.  Lets analyze my relationship with them one by one shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rong Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our friendship began during form one, we were in the same class.  At first I wasn't really that close to him because being the introvert of the class, it was really a challenge for me to make new friends.  Hmmmmmmm come to think about it, I don't even remember how we got close hahaha Sorry bro hahaha  but one thing I remembered was the fact that last time I would ask him to teach me a bit of mandarin.  I guess that's one of the factor that drew us closer.  Slowly, I began to realize that we're not really that different of a person.  Both of us were-yes I would admit it-shy guys, having similar interest such as anime/manga and football although he supports those sorry magpies hahaha(Cheer up bro, I'm sure thay can win the promotion to the Premier League this season)  Usually we would really have these serious discussions about football in general as though we were professional footbal pundits hahaha  It's hard to find someone with a football brain and as passionate as he is. We were like two peas in a pod haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs132.snc1/5656_138074261154_785076154_3333868_6605197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs132.snc1/5656_138074261154_785076154_3333868_6605197_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our first meeting was some sort of a comic moment.  Imagine this,  you're new to the University life thingy, you're getting acclimatised with the overwhelming(well it was to me ok haha) environment and meeting new people along the way.  Then you meet this good(I meant it in both sense of the word haha) looking person and what did you do to start the conversation?? Make fun of the person's name of course!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gathered that his name was Rishigeysan from another new colleague beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself: Hey man, how are you? Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Rishi: Hello, fine thank you and nice to meet you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this moment I've run out of ideas how to continue the conversation and so blurted out what I deemed to be a good way of ice-breaking which is to be funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself: Soooooo, what do I call you?? Gay??&lt;br /&gt;Rishi: (laughs awkwardly) no.  Rishi is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Awkward moment~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/So_nTrug0JI/AAAAAAAAARU/hWgeb_PpHSs/s1600-h/DSC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/So_nTrug0JI/AAAAAAAAARU/hWgeb_PpHSs/s320/DSC00135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372767205817634962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It actually sounded a lot funnier in my head or so I thought haha  Well awkward intros aside, Rishi made the list because I believe in him being a really special person.  He taught me the values of friendship.  He is one of the very few of my friends who believes in being selfless and not to judge people easily.  He's not a person who is afraid to set things straight even if it's at the expense of me being wrong hahaha and that's why I can honestly say that he is one of my Bestest Friend.  A person who never puts on a different face when dealing with different people and there are a lot of fakers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, what in the world is this post about anyway.  Well, it's a tribute, a tribute to two of my best friends who I can safely say had a hand in the development of the person called Iskandar.  Friends who were always there when I needed them, friends who aren't afraid to tell me off and keep me grounded.  Thanks guys for kicking me when I'm down...For laughter of course hahah No la..Thanks for being a friend to silly old me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s There was suppose to be another person in the post but she killed the Big Bad Wolf so many times that she leveled up into another category..*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6613768101647392063?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6613768101647392063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6613768101647392063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6613768101647392063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6613768101647392063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/08/trading-in-old-for-newpart-25.html' title='Trading in the Old for the New..Part 2.5'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/So_nTrug0JI/AAAAAAAAARU/hWgeb_PpHSs/s72-c/DSC00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-1801765444279029380</id><published>2009-07-19T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:39:48.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week That Was to be Yours..</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; kicked myself on last Tuesday for forgetting what day it was.  My mind was too occupied with a lot of other stuff till i forgot that it was our special day.  Sigh...I thought to myself...I screwed it up again.  So I better think of a way to make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this was the time that I remembered a fact that you told me before.  You said that it's been awhile since you had dinner outside of your apartment.  So, I decided that, this month to celebrate our anniversary I'll make sure that you'll enjoy the whole week eating good food and I believe that I achieved that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BQ&lt;/span&gt; SS19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at my house again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;D'Tandoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco Steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Don't know but I'm sure you'll have dinner somewhere with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; gang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you Darling.  HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s - I know that it's a short post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-1801765444279029380?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/1801765444279029380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=1801765444279029380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1801765444279029380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1801765444279029380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-that-was-to-be-yours.html' title='The Week That Was to be Yours..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-2555653810501727919</id><published>2009-06-17T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:16:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading in the Old for the New..Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back~  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; well just for awhile i reckon.  Just stopped by to write a piece before i go M.I.A again.  It's been ages since I did anything productive literature-wise.  So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of changes since i last wrote.  Training had passed and no more 9-5 classroom setting.  The real internship had begun, before it was all about getting to know the organization and what it is about.  Now, it's getting to know all about the market i.e. the guest and there are many faces to a guest  Just as what Maxine(the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FO&lt;/span&gt; trainer) told all of us before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You'll never quite be a tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ue&lt;/span&gt; hotelier if you haven't gone through experiences with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;est, colleague and superior such as complaints"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or something like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely say that I can really see myself working there at Traders.  Time had passed and somehow I grew fonder of the hotel and people who at first seen as staff is now considered as friends and some I feel as though they are family.  I know it would be a challenge for me to be taken in as a permanent staff after my internship days finish but it is a challenge that I would gladly take on.  Because for once in my life I finally have something that I want to achieve.  For now my target is that, to prove my worth to the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drakeandcavendish.com/user_media/gallery/3710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.drakeandcavendish.com/user_media/gallery/3710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glennguan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/skybar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 262px;" src="http://www.glennguan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/skybar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of following my parents footsteps and become a lecturer in a university but now I had found another option.  I would still be lecturing people and training people.  If you're still oblivious to what I am talking about..Well I'm talking about the option of being the person who replaces Maxine as a trainer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Well that would be after she finds her dream man and open up her own hotel.  So don't worry k Maxine(If she is reading la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess here ends today's edition &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  So here's where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FOIskandar&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; a man can dream right) logs off.  *Pushes F8*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s- If you're wondering where's the "People who had Influenced me section" is..Well I'm saving that for my next post.  So keep on tuning in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahah&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/2607524229999828843-2555653810501727919?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2555653810501727919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2555653810501727919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2555653810501727919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2555653810501727919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/06/trading-in-old-for-newpart-2.html' title='Trading in the Old for the New..Part 2'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-610265944988875845</id><published>2009-05-03T13:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:14:39.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading in the Old for the New..Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be starting a new life at Traders Hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;.  A life that is bound to happen and one that I've been preparing for this past three years in uni.  I do feel a sense of intimidation; Am I ready for the next step, Am I well prepared.  My body feels all tingly as I write this post.  A notion of what may come perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm all jumpy about tomorrow, today's post has nothing to do with it. I actually want to talk about my experience and the people leading up to this point.  I've gone through three educating and at the same time enjoying years at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UniTAR&lt;/span&gt;.  I can safely say that it was a great education for me.  During the course of my education, I came across few individuals that had a hand in my development to a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first person&lt;/span&gt; in my list is a lecturer that I came to respect in every way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  The first subject that she ever taught me was Management Guru.  You see, my transition from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-U to Uni itself was at a rather slow pace.  I was getting used to the difference in education, examinations and and how to normally behave.  Those who know me all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; my schooling years would most likely describe me as a funny guy or a playful guy.  Well Uni was not a playful matter.  You need to know when to be serious and when to be funny.  She was the one who brought me back down to reality.  She was the one who made me be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt; and serious in my studies.  Ultimately, she was the one who made me realise that it is not a great feeling to disappoint a person who had high hopes for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a presentation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt; given to all the students.  Each students were assign a management guru that we need to present to the whole class.  My guru was Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fayol&lt;/span&gt;, the name that I will never forget because I used to say to my friends, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt; why la I need to do Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Toyol&lt;/span&gt;(no malice intended) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;".  One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fateful&lt;/span&gt; class, It seemed that the class will end without me having to up front to present.  Honestly, I was not even remotely close to be prepared to present.  So inside I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; that mine would be on the next class.  As I packed most of my stuff into my bag, I heard a voice saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;, going home so soon? Lets hear yours" or something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating like a car going 200km/hour.  "I'm so dead", I thought to my self.  I steadied myself and went upfront with a false confidence.  Everyone else prepared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; paper for the presentation and being as unprepared as I was, I carried on to try and write the points that I could recall on the white board.  Without even finishing the points I heard the same voice, but this time it's more in annoyance, more angry and with a hint of disappointment saying, "You are not prepared are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;?" and she continued with, "I didn't expect this from you at all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm SORRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard those words it was like a dagger was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thrusted&lt;/span&gt; through me.  I've let somebody down.  It was an ugly feeling and I was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt; to that very feeling.  All my life, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;strive&lt;/span&gt; to make everyone happy.  In some ways, I guess that why I became the funny guy, the clown who is there to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.  I took few deep breaths and utter a few words.  Asking whether I could redeem myself in the next class.  For a moment time stood still as I waited for her response.  She said yes but at the very same moment those dagger of words came to my mind and It was with me throughout the week that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;strive&lt;/span&gt; to be prepared for the next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the class came and I made it a point to go see her first before class to help her carry all the stuff that she often brings to the class.  It was out of selflessness and not polishing any apples.  I went to class first and straight prepared the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; paper even before she came in to class.  I felt ready, I was ready.  Ready to show that her expectations on me was not to be such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried out the presentation with what in my opinion was the best that I've ever presented.  I managed to answer all the questions that were directed to me by my peers.  I waited at the end for the response from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a good presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was happy with my presentation.  Thrilled that it turned out well.  When we got our carry mark, I had a feeling that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;marks&lt;/span&gt; for the presentation would be half or less than the full mark.  To my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; I got full mark and till this day I'm dumbfounded by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very incident in my life taught me to buck up and be serious when I needed to be.  In another angle, It taught me that I was in the right field of work.  A field with high expectation and a field where it is best to please people.  The service field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SgUtCYyUD4I/AAAAAAAAARM/JZiz_JPHe5E/s1600-h/exhibition047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SgUtCYyUD4I/AAAAAAAAARM/JZiz_JPHe5E/s320/exhibition047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333718852726689666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann, Satya, Me, Rishi and Ms Haliza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-610265944988875845?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/610265944988875845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=610265944988875845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/610265944988875845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/610265944988875845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/05/trading-in-old-for-newpart-1.html' title='Trading in the Old for the New..Part 1'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SgUtCYyUD4I/AAAAAAAAARM/JZiz_JPHe5E/s72-c/exhibition047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-1847727885414236014</id><published>2009-03-15T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:12:54.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!! It's been a month since I last blogged and I finally have stuff to share.  Well there were few things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; been written here but due to the lazy culture of mine...err well you get the point la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;  So here I am, being a bit '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; plus I promised someone to write a post about what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways~~~ back to the point of the today's blog...Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 1st YEAR ANNIVERSARY DARLING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; we're already one Darling!!!  In the past, I never would've thought that I would be so lucky to be able to be in a loving relationship let alone for this long..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; you know la me, I've always been casted for the supporting actor role...The funny guy who gets killed in a horror movie or something like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  But everything changed on 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of March 2008, it was the day that you said yes and it's been a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gift..&lt;br /&gt;I've been planning to make something for Darling for our anniversary ever since the day that you said that you wanted something tangible...Something that you could hold and touch...So my brain was working 24/7 on what gift would be the best gift for my Darling.  I finally came up with the idea of recording our love story..Which if those who already know what my Darling gave me would be shock to see how similar it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ahhaha&lt;/span&gt;  Sorry no pics to be shown though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; eh wait got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;woh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;  These are some of the pic that I drew in the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/Sb0SengCogI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R-tSVLPOseQ/s1600-h/julie1+-+Copy+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/Sb0SengCogI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R-tSVLPOseQ/s320/julie1+-+Copy+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313423452575801858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/Sb0SevJBquI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/74U8lUgtWcY/s1600-h/julie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 417px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/Sb0SevJBquI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/74U8lUgtWcY/s320/julie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313423454626753250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/Sb0Se18L5SI/AAAAAAAAARE/D_JJ5Na6wKQ/s1600-h/julie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/Sb0Se18L5SI/AAAAAAAAARE/D_JJ5Na6wKQ/s320/julie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313423456451945762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than the gift, I actually planned another gift that didn't really materialized.  On the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of March, me and Darling went to the Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; concert.  I planned of sending Mr A-Z himself a request to dedicate the 'Sleeping to Dream' song to my Darling for our anniversary.  I got the idea while surfing through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; for his live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vids&lt;/span&gt; (preparing myself for the concert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;)  You'll know what I mean if you click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87WUBUK4aB4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Well it's worth a try right.  Unfortunately I couldn't really message him due to some complication which I couldn't really fathom..SIGH Well anyways..I spent the past week thinking of what write about in the gift.  Thinking about our past, our story really made me smile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; we've been through a lot and it really made me cherish you more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reaction..&lt;br /&gt;Darling came to my house to pick me up.  We planned to have dinner at William's just to try new things for a change..Plus we've heard about the good food there and not forgetting the portion there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  Well back to the story..Ahem..When I got into the car,  Darling straight popped out the first gift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; Darling baked me a muffin brownie (that's what I think it's called la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;).  Darling was all jumpy and hyper when she gave me the present &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;  It was w a cute sight to behold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt; As usual I smiled straight..I loved the muffin and this is not me being biased at all..Then after I had finish one muffin she gave me another surprise...She made me a scrapbook of our love story..Sounds familiar right?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; I smiled straight when I saw it..I think I even laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  It was beautiful..At the same time I felt a bit..Well I felt bad because compared to her gift mine was below par and not in golfing term.  I planned to give her the present after the day was over but she pestered me to give it then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; there it was on her hand..She read it line by line and I think this was the most tear shedding gift that I ever gave to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  She was crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;MUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling I really hope you like the gift..Couldn't really make it that nice...I don't have craft and creativity.  All I can hope to do is to write beautiful words just for you...I love you Darling and more will come.....Here's to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s-Thanks to everyone who wished the best for us..Especially the one who managed to spread the news to the north pole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; I can safely say that I love you (not the type that will make someone jealous la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) to those who cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-1847727885414236014?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/1847727885414236014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=1847727885414236014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1847727885414236014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1847727885414236014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-march-2009.html' title='14 March 2009'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/Sb0SengCogI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R-tSVLPOseQ/s72-c/julie1+-+Copy+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-3101810079338120776</id><published>2009-02-14T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:16:46.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines and Anniversary in Sickbay...</title><content type='html'>Today I was suppose to be in the Cafe to help out with the coming week's preparation but instead I'm here lying on my bed the whole day.  Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm too darn lazy to get my butt off of my bed but apparently I'm sick today.  Waking up having flu and sore throat is quite a surprise seeing that last night I was fit as an ox(note: not referring to my physical appearance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said that I had-believe it or not-an allergic reaction to something I had last night.  Come to think about it I actually had a feeling that something's going to happen to my body last night.  My throat went all tingly(Imitating Spiderman's catchphrase with the intonation and all) after the McFlurry and Coke that i had.  I can't really think of any food that I'm allergic to and it surely wasn't Coke and McFlurry.  Hmmmm maybe it was the dip that I had with the nuggets.  Who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentines Day and it's me and my Darling's 11th Month Anniversary.  Really wished that I could be there with you to celebrate.  One month more and its a year Darling.  May we have as you say 300 years more.  Muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh wait..Better not..hahaha sick mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's best that I rest now.  Till next time then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s-I love you more with each passing day..&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/2607524229999828843-3101810079338120776?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/3101810079338120776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=3101810079338120776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3101810079338120776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(For those who don't know what it means, it means that i passed my driving test huahuahua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-2440111336571026076?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2440111336571026076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2440111336571026076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2440111336571026076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;Hill(Bukit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Release the clutch slowly and apply slight pressure on the accelerator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Control the car uphill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold down the clutch and brake when on the yellow line-The pole aligned with the side mirror.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pull the Hand-brake and free the gear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold down the clutch, put in the 1st gear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Release the clutch slowly till the point where a slight stammer is experienced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply slight pressure on the accelerator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balance and hold both of the clutch and accelerator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Release the hand-brake and prepare to brake as the car goes downhill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parallel Parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straighten the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure the first pole is situated at the errr "tingkap kecil pintu belakang".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahem...turn the steering wheel counter-clockwise to the maximum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold down the clutch and switch to the reverse gear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reverse slowly while looking at the driver's side mirror.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop when seven poles could be seen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straighten the wheel by turning the steering wheel clockwise two loops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reverse till the first pole is situated aligned with the passanger seat's side mirror.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turning the steering wheel clockwise to the maximum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While fixed on the rear view, reverse till there is approximately a foot space between the car and the poles behind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn the steering wheel counter-clockwise two loops to straighten the wheels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold down the clutch and shift into 1st gear and move foward into the yellow box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-point turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive into the space.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After crossing the line turn the car to the right and stop.(1)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn the wheel counter-clockwise to the maximum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold down the clutch and shift in the reverse gear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reverse the car till the entrance arrow is aligned with your(my) shoulder and stop.(2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn the steering wheel clockwise to the maximum and drive out of the space.(3)&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/2607524229999828843-8368287341642360151?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/8368287341642360151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6548660437562578038</id><published>2009-01-04T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:30:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXV</title><content type='html'>1 day and counting....Not hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY DARLING CAME BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY WENT PAKTOH WITH DARLING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY GOT SURPRISE GIFT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you violet....or was it Sunshine??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWH now CHRiSTie! already(just checked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I'll always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Darling not Chrissie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6548660437562578038?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6548660437562578038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6548660437562578038' title='0 Comments'/><link 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My Darling-Letter XXXIV</title><content type='html'>2 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling~~ Muah muah Darling's coming back tomorrow.  Seeing the countdown makes me wish that the "2 days" is actually "today" hahaha  Miss you mah...Successfully lived through..err I mean gone through a month without Darling haha  Well am I suppose to give a review of the whole month in this post?  Gals..Give me ideas la..Yes, she told me that you girls are going to snoop into my blog to see my reaction..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRESSURE...PRESSURE&lt;br /&gt;(@...@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmmm..These few days had been a bit stressful for me and if it wasn't for Darling it'll be worse.  Darling's message made it bearable.  Future stresses would seem small now that Darling is near me.  I'm really happy that Darling got time to spend with your friends and family there but I'm ecstatic that I'll be able to see you again after a long while.  There  hasn't been a day that I didn't think of you.  There were so many times that I wanted to message you..Wanted to call you..But was thinking..no la..Nevermind...Let Darling enjoy herself there without me bothering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm a crappy post if I saw one..haih but that's the best I can do Darling...Feelings are still best kept inside for now hahaha If not I would be seen like too hyper hahah hope I can see you tomorrow Darling.  Before I leave..I want to share a song with Darling...It shows my feelings for you...Muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT'S ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only give you love that lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;And a promise to be near each time you call.&lt;br /&gt;And the only heart I own&lt;br /&gt;For you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only give you country walks in springtime&lt;br /&gt;And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;&lt;br /&gt;And a love whose burning light&lt;br /&gt;Will warm the winter's night&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those I am sure who have told you,&lt;br /&gt;They would give you the world for a toy.&lt;br /&gt;All I have are these arms to enfold you,&lt;br /&gt;And a love time can never destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.&lt;br /&gt;Say it's me that you'll adore,&lt;br /&gt;For now and evermore&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.&lt;br /&gt;Say it's me that you'll adore,&lt;br /&gt;For now and evermore.&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-7656372995941386230?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/7656372995941386230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=7656372995941386230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7656372995941386230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7656372995941386230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/01/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxxiv.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXIV'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-8336238024258843687</id><published>2009-01-02T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:51:46.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXIII</title><content type='html'>3 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling today went to uni at around 10.40am Rishi picked me up.  Spent the whole day finishing the Kuala Kangsar Report.  We started at 10.40 and ended at around 8, so yeah...We did our office hours plus overtime hahahahah.  Last night I was really stressing on the work but today it's actually bearable.  Today it's different because I have Rishi to be stressful with hahahaha.  No la...We didn't really stress too much today.   We laughed a lot got la hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also eat-KFC-day hahaha  Prof treated us to lunch and dinner.  For lunch she asked us to help her buy Snack Plate so we had KFC.  Then for dinner, she gave us money to go eat dinner.  We couldn't think of anywhere to eat so we ended up going back to KFC.  Had the same thing and even served by the same attendant haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there won't be any driving lessons.  Apparently they said that it's still early.  Next week la....Haih It's like I want to finish it as soon as possible you know...haih  Nevermind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling till next time k...Muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-8336238024258843687?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/8336238024258843687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=8336238024258843687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8336238024258843687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8336238024258843687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/01/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxxiii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXIII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-1432922253635872558</id><published>2009-01-01T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:34:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXII</title><content type='html'>4 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's agenda is..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Kangsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KUALA KANGSAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KUALA KANGSAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still doing it actually.  Writing for awhile because scared that I'll be too tired to write anything later.  I should really get back to work actually.  Hmmmmmmmm guess that'll do for today.  I'll edit if there's anything interesting that happens later today.  Muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-1432922253635872558?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/1432922253635872558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=1432922253635872558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1432922253635872558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1432922253635872558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2009/01/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxxii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6591252059328771244</id><published>2008-12-31T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:00:58.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXI</title><content type='html'>5 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darling~  Today I went to uni to settle some Cafe stuff and see prof because she asked for help from me and Rishi yesterday.  We met at Bala as usual in the morning.  There I came to know that Rishi was lectured by his whole family about the cafe.  Felt sorry for him the whole day.  They we're disagreeing on the whole cafe idea especially when we didn't have any DCA students to help us.  The one day one menu was also talked about.  I believe that they did that because they were worried that we, especially Rishi is getting ourselves into a sticky situation by our own doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the first order of the day was to see Mr. Zainal about the DCA students and as Rishi predicted none replied favourably.  Most of them still have doubts about it.  Mr. Zainal did on the other hand say that he'll try again.  Well the best is what we got to hope for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went to see prof for our task haha.  We were to convert all the Kuala Kangsar booklet into a single document.  Thought can really do deceive at times hahaha because we all thought that it'll be a piece of cake.  It's sure wasn't hahahah  Minutes turned to hours.  We took around an hour and a half to convert a booklet and there is 14 of them.  So Rishi took 7 and I took 7.  Due date is Friday.  The plus side of it all was that prof treated us to lunch at Aladdin.  THANK YOU PROF!!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess the semester started early for both of us hahahah  Well as I told you before..I don really mind haha.  Till next time ok Darling MUAHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6591252059328771244?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6591252059328771244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6591252059328771244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6591252059328771244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6591252059328771244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxxi.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXXI'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-2552726250217355365</id><published>2008-12-30T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:07:53.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling~  Today I went to Uni for the two meetings(with Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zainal&lt;/span&gt; and Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fakrul&lt;/span&gt;).  Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zainal&lt;/span&gt; said he'll try to call the students and ask them whether they're interested in joining the cafe operations.  We'll find out the result tomorrow and hopefully its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; result.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt; 3 or 4 students would do the trick.  Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zainal&lt;/span&gt; also suggested that we try to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DCA&lt;/span&gt; students who are still studying whether they're interested in doing their clock-in there at the cafe.  We need to think or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incentives&lt;/span&gt; to give to the students if not we wont be able to attract them that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next we went to see Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fakrul&lt;/span&gt; to talk about the changes in the menu.  Nothing much to talk about actually.  He told us o see Din about the purchasing of ingredients.  So we went to Din and asked him about the procedure and he briefed us on what to do.  With our stomachs singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt; for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Lin to ask about the schedule for next semester.  This is where we were stopped by prof and asked about the Kuala Kangsar thing ahahahaha  Guess there was a magnet in my bag hahaha  She asked us to help her document the Kuala Kangsar into a report and with the reward of free lunch hahahaha  So tomorrow, me and Rishi will be at UNITAR again hahaha  It's not really a complain.  Actually felt good to be back at university(no I'm not lying hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what tomorrow may bring.  MUahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and I know you're still reading hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-2552726250217355365?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2552726250217355365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2552726250217355365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2552726250217355365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2552726250217355365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxx.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXX'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-1787817761558654497</id><published>2008-12-29T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:47:20.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXIX</title><content type='html'>7 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darling~  There's one week left and then I can see you.  Well technically if I saw you on Sunday it would be six days left hahaha  Well today is another mundane day for me.  Nothing much happened other than the fact that i cahtted with Rishi for the first time using both MSN and YM hahahah  You know what Darling...Just now I felt the same feeling as the time that I startred to chat with you.  Rishi didn't use any 'haha' or 'hehe' in the conversation and the tone was a bit monotonous.  Really reminds me of Darling at that very moment hahaha Muahhhhhhhhh  Silly me I guess, being all sentimental haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow hopefully we'll be able to solve the manpower problem when we(Rishi and me) meet both Mr. Zainal and Mr. Fakrul.  I have a good feeling about it.  Atleast three people would be ok I think for us to run the Cafe.  We need to show them and everyone that we can do it.  Hopefully this would be one of the many stepping stones to greater things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE CAN DO IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll let you know on the results of bothe meetings ok.  MUahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-I love you and Uncle Bun if you're reading...ehem..HI!!!!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-1787817761558654497?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/1787817761558654497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=1787817761558654497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1787817761558654497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1787817761558654497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxix.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXIX'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5687528986091579636</id><published>2008-12-28T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:21:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXVIII</title><content type='html'>8 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; Darling..Today I went to my err is it cousin err &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NEVERMIND&lt;/span&gt;!! Ahem lets start over shall we..Today~ I went to my relatives engagement ceremony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  I wasn't really that close with him but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yem&lt;/span&gt; was.  We known each other back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Perlis&lt;/span&gt; when we went back there when we were kids.  So you can say that we're err childhood friends who is also our relative if that makes sense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaahha&lt;/span&gt;  Well he is the son of my mum's cousin so go figure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to be there by 10.  Well we were a bit late but apparently when we got there we were told that we're going to the bride's house at around 12.30.  So yea we stayed and wait.  Today the groom is going to the bride's house to ask for her hand in marriage(Explaining to Darling who most probably is confuse at what exactly is happening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;).  The groom is also bring offerings to the bride's family and in this case they prepared 21 set of offerings.  The err do you call it dowry ah?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; well 'that' is RM12,345.  Yes I'm serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; but they agreed that they will pay half now and the rest during the wedding ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of facts, now on to my story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ahhaha&lt;/span&gt;  Well we waited till 12.30, then we found out that it will be delayed again.  This time its 1.30 so we were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt; we already waited this long, might as well.  Then it was delayed again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt; to 2.30pm.  "They better make sure that the food they will serve(at that moment) is good" so I thought.  After praying, we got to the bride's house.  Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yem&lt;/span&gt;, Ila and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt; helped to carry the offerings.  We walked to the house accompanied by the beating of the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kompang&lt;/span&gt;' and not to mention the flashes of cameras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, we arranged the offerings so it would look nice and so the ceremony could start.  After a session of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pantun&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;memantun&lt;/span&gt;', prayers and picture taking the ceremony was over.  Well not quite.  It's '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MAKAN&lt;/span&gt; TIME' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;.  Well it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt; only la, nothing special actually.  Yea and that was the end of today's event &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;;t really make it interesting for Darling purely because it wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5687528986091579636?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5687528986091579636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5687528986091579636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5687528986091579636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5687528986091579636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxviii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXVIII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5516625647600096927</id><published>2008-12-27T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:51:55.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXVII</title><content type='html'>9 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling~~  I think today is the worst day blog-wise because of the non-existence of things to write about hahahah but still I'll write so that Darling will know that hahaha.  Tomorrow would be better I think haha because tomorrow I'm following to a relatives engagement ceremony and probably can take pictures so Darling can see how I'm doing here hahaha  Yup!! lets hope for the best hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5516625647600096927?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5516625647600096927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5516625647600096927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5516625647600096927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5516625647600096927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxvii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXVII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-3402945584775860705</id><published>2008-12-26T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:14:54.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXVI</title><content type='html'>10 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah to Darling~~  Today for a change I have things to share ahaha  Well its about time right.  How long would you(readers) want to suffer while reading my BLA BLA BLAs right hahaha.  Today two things happened well not really only two but they are the ones that is worth mention...I think hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the part where I rambled about the license thingy??  Well I went to pick it up today.  Before, I had pictured it to be more of a hyper moment...You know..Getting your license(Ya ya I know its just L) but in fact I was like.....Owh, ok thanks...hahahahah  After this is the hours that i need to spend practicing my driving.  One thing that stuck in my mind is the thing that the person at Metro-Who if you are concerned about is called Kak Normah-said.  She said you're not allowed to drive around the house with that L license ok.  Of course I wouldn't SHISH....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rishi if you're reading this forget our conversation hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;  AHEM!!  Well how am I suppose to improve then before the test if I didn't drive SIGH...Nevermind...I'll probably do the hours on Saturdays seeing that I wont have much time during the weekdays.  We'll see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I'm sharing today is ahem...I GOT MY EXAM RESULTS TODAY!!!!  hahahaha  What??  Can't blame me for being a little bit crazy right.  Last semester's subjects were Food Production, Food and Beverage, Housekeeping and Foreign Language.  Things didn't came out as i thought it would...Well~ some of it la hahaha  I got A+ for foreign language, A's for Food Production and Food &amp;amp; Beverage and B+ for Housekeeping.  I was actually more worried about getting low marks for my Food Production paper rather than Housekeeping.  Well guess that's how it goes.  Ahem "Life is like a box of chocolates...You never know what you'll get"(those who have an eye for detail would know where this line comes from)  All in all, I'm happy with my results.  The results brings me close to one my goals in life.  GRADUATE with 1st CLASS HONOURS(see how I did the subliminal message thing?? hahaha)  Now my CGPA is 3.6 just on the border so my only way to achieve that is up.  Yeah up, up and away as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okie Darling that's it for today.  Till next time MUAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-3402945584775860705?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/3402945584775860705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=3402945584775860705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3402945584775860705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3402945584775860705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxvi.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXVI'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-8375042199185835965</id><published>2008-12-25T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:37:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXV</title><content type='html'>11 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darling~~  I think today is the latest post that I've posted being 11.30pm and all.  Sometimes I feel down because of the lack of things to share with Darling.  Don't want Darling to feel bored when reading my blog(I'm sure there some of you who are).  Alas I'm not a very exciting person am I but I hope I did ok for Darling MUAHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that my L license was done for the past three days.  I was a bit annoyed on that fact because if I didn't ask I wouldn't have known and would've wasted time..SIGH...The person from Metro messaged me on Friday saying that the license is already processed and I might get it tomorrow(which was then Saturday the 20th).  So I was like...OK I'll wait for it.  I waited and waited, still no call or message.  So I thought that it wasn't done yet till today SIGH  Probably will go and get it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Darling I'm done for today or tonight to be exact.  Sorry for the rather depressing post.  Tlak to you next time MUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-8375042199185835965?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/8375042199185835965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=8375042199185835965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8375042199185835965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8375042199185835965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxv.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXV'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-95820451493053850</id><published>2008-12-24T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:59:19.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXIV</title><content type='html'>12 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oit2 to Darling and company hahaha yala later someone will say that I'm ignoring again haha  Actually been waiting for Darling to online because I didn't really have anything to write about as usual ahahaha  Now Darling is here, Ideas will flow like waterfall or like Darling's runny nose when flu-time hahaha  Yup any second now.  The ideas will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;   TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;   TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok they're not coming as I though they would hahaha  Quite normal when your in hibernation mode hahaha  Uik whats with Sunshine???  Keep on popping in and out.  I know la.  Don't have to remind me what tomorrow is hahaha  Oh ya If you're reading, I'm still waiting for you bring it on and produce a come back of quality ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling I know last night you were talking about DROOLING and Vien's brother's lamb chop but today you can continue DROOLING because my dinner for today was also lamb chop huahuahua  Too bad Darling's not here to taste it ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really happy that Darling have time to spare and being able to be with friends.  Don't worry about ter-ignore me k.  No biggie..I wont "terase" haha  Darling just have fun there k and I want to see a lot of pictures k hahah MUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya hopefully we'll get good results on Friday(if really it comes out on Friday la.  U know la UNITAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LETS GRADUATE WITH 1st CLASS HONOURS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok la I'll Darling get back to the party hahaha HAVE FUN K...DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-95820451493053850?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/95820451493053850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=95820451493053850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/95820451493053850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/95820451493053850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxiv.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXIV'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-8733670216333882560</id><published>2008-12-23T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:00:13.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XIII</title><content type='html'>13 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darling~~~ Tuesday is another day in the BLA BLA BLA category hahaha  Nothing interesting seemed to crop up for me to write.  I don't know why maybe I am really that boring..hmmmmm~  Guess so la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing that made my day is DARLING CALLED!!!! hahahaha  I'm actually now multitasking.  Writing the blog and talking to Darling.  Yes it's happening live ladies and gentlemen hahahaha. Yes Darling is cute(this is the current conversation ahhaha) and yes I will watch CSI with Darling hahaha Enough later Darling will be blushing( which if Darling is reading now probably will be smiling MUAHHHHHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Darling till next time MUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-8733670216333882560?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/8733670216333882560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=8733670216333882560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8733670216333882560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8733670216333882560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xiii_23.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XIII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-2899659350701244417</id><published>2008-12-22T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:58:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXII</title><content type='html'>14 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that my whole body screams out OUCH!!! hahaha Guess its the after-effects of yesterday's futsal game.  Well I can't really complain.  What do you expect right.  Playing two hours of futsal without conditioning yourself properly haha  Walking is a chore when your in this state haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I REALLY NEED TO WORKOUT MORE HAIH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bubbletalk from Darling today.  Truly it made my mundane day seemed brighter.  Can't help smiling when I heard it.  Darling must be tired working there but still took time to do something for silly old(not literally) me MUAHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another two weeks to go Darling and feeling excited haha Can't wait to see you.  I miss you Darling~~  (^....^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-2899659350701244417?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2899659350701244417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2899659350701244417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2899659350701244417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2899659350701244417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-3681757282929154867</id><published>2008-12-21T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:32:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XXI</title><content type='html'>15 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah Darling..I know you're taking a nap right now that is why I didn't want to bother you.  Today, after planning for awhile, I went and play futsal with Idris.  Been awhile since I played a good game of football/futsal.  Left at 8.30 and came back at aound 12.30 hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really enjoying the game fully.  I don't know why(well actually I do haha).  I played with Idris's friendsand I can safely say that I wouldn't want to play football/futsal with them again.  They lack discipline and couldn't defend the ball if their lives depended on it.  Instead of coming back to defend after attacking they just stood there or just walk back.  Could you imagine me defending against three guys at the same time haih.  Kids nowadays.  It wouldn't happen if I played with my friends.  We attack and defended together.  Haih I miss playing footbal/futsal with them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I saw the advert for Australia the movie.  I've actually been meaning to see it and really wanted to see it with Darling.  Hopefully we'll get the chance to see it together.  Hopefully can paktoh somemore before things get hectic.  We'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie Darling..That's about it from me today.  Till next time(note I didn't put tomorrow because I don't know when I can post another WAH~ post hahaha I can BLA BLA BLA everyday haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s-I love you&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/2607524229999828843-3681757282929154867?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/3681757282929154867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=3681757282929154867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3681757282929154867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3681757282929154867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xxi.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XXI'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6212347009472828474</id><published>2008-12-20T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:24:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XX</title><content type='html'>16 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling~~  When I started this whole thing, I never imagined myself writing this much of letters to you.  Guess the major factor in me producing 'literature' haha is you and the fact that I miss you sooooooooooooooooo much hahaha Yes I do.  31 letters in a month, I hope I can suprise you and even myself by being able to do that.  About the content, well I wouldn't know hahaha  Whether it'll be either WAH~ or BLA BLA BLA you just need to read on and find out( If you didn't know this is the BLA BLA BLA post hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this I told you that I was going back to Perlis next week right.  Apparently its off again.  I think its because of the condition of my father.  Hmmmmm hopes he will be well.  I know Darling is worried about him and worried about my health too but I just want you to know that I'll promise to take good care of myself.  I wouldn't want Darling to worry too much.  A bit still can la hahahahaha MUAAHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s-I love you&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/2607524229999828843-6212347009472828474?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6212347009472828474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6212347009472828474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6212347009472828474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6212347009472828474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xx.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XX'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-3532489976828632052</id><published>2008-12-19T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:10:17.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XIX</title><content type='html'>17 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a bad dream.  A dream that made me sad when I woke up.  I dreamt of Darling leaving me.  People might interpret this as an anxiety of mine and a constant thought.  To tell you the truth, I wouldn't deny that fact.  It's always been there at the back of my mind.  If you have found the person who you want to grow old with you wouldn't want to let go wouldn't you.  Only fools would gladly and easily let go of someone so precious.  Someone who knows you inside-out, a person who loves you for all your flaws and accepting the person that you are.  I am a fool but I'm not 'that' fool.  I love you Darling and like the song, thank you for loving me(Breaks into the song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"DARLING, I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s-I love you&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/2607524229999828843-3532489976828632052?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/3532489976828632052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=3532489976828632052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3532489976828632052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3532489976828632052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xix.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XIX'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6322836519730005952</id><published>2008-12-18T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:39:27.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XVIII</title><content type='html'>18 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Darling is probably wondering where is today's post. Well~~~ Been searching high and low for material to put in today's letter but nothing comes up.  It's one of those days again I guess.  Was hoping to write Darling a full month supply of letters hahaha but won't be able to do it because I'll be going back to Perlis in the coming week.  forgot for how long.  A few days I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I actually got another thing to play rather than DOTA hahah  It keeps me preoccupied I guess.  Playing FIFAOnline 2(Online football game for Darling to understand haha).  What??  I needed the change hahaha yala2 still another game hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie Darling..Hopefully tomorrow I can share few more interesting stuff for Darling haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6322836519730005952?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6322836519730005952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6322836519730005952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6322836519730005952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6322836519730005952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xviii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XVIII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6060587890936205089</id><published>2008-12-17T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:12:26.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XVII</title><content type='html'>19 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning Darling...Today while I was rummaging through my hard-drive I found few songs that has been awhile since I played them.  One of those songs really takes me back when I was praying and hoping that if only I can have you.  So today, just for sentimental reasons, I'd like to share the song again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Darling will know what song....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MUAHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ONLY HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake and in the infinite cold&lt;br /&gt;But You sing to me over and over and&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now You're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the song of the stars&lt;br /&gt;Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing&lt;br /&gt;And laughing again&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the plans that You have&lt;br /&gt;For me over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now You're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give You my apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving You all of me&lt;br /&gt;I want Your symphony&lt;br /&gt;Singing in all that I am&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now You're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Switchfoot's&lt;/span&gt; version appeals to me more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Just like how it sounds more compared to the Mandy Moore's version.  The feel of the song is right...It was the same as I felt at that very moment of my life.  Ironically, the person who introduced it to me was none other than Darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;muahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MISS YOU DARLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you and I pray to be only yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6060587890936205089?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6060587890936205089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6060587890936205089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6060587890936205089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6060587890936205089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xvii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XVII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-1289046555145924479</id><published>2008-12-16T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:10:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XVI</title><content type='html'>20 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm...I'm sad today. I'm sad because Darling is sick and not feeling well. Wish I can hug Darling right now. I wish Darling will get well soon. I miss you Darling, miss you so much...MUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s-I love you and get well soon&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/2607524229999828843-1289046555145924479?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/1289046555145924479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=1289046555145924479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1289046555145924479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1289046555145924479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XVI'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5509883317489068846</id><published>2008-12-15T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:36:26.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XV</title><content type='html'>21 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oit-oit Darling~  Today supposedly I was to attend the six hours class at Metro, three hours of theory and three hours of what I thought to be the physical servicing of the car.  Well I was right on the three hours theory class but instead of the servicing thing we were to jump straight in the car hahaha  I was feeling excited plus nervouse because wasn't really mentally prepared for it mah hahaha but atleast I enjoyed myself learning the how-to's and do-and-donts of the whole car driving deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really as hard as I first thought(after hearing all the 'boleh pakai' testimonials of my friends haha).  I was a bit confused on the parking bit hahaha need to remember the points in parking.  The point 1, 7 and 1 again ahhaha and another thing that bothers me a bit is the car which was a Kancil.  Clearly not for me size-wise haha  It was really difficult for me to press the pedals properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh the other thing was the accelerator.  I was nervous when I stepped on it for the first time.  Never thought that a slight push can make the car fly ahahaha.  Need to work on that and the parking thing.  I should be fine for the rest of the test in 'Bahagian II'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bahagian III' is the road test.  I know that I'm not ready for that yet, so I need to work hard on my confidence and focus while driving...GAMBARE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY I HAD FUN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Darling till next time..MUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5509883317489068846?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5509883317489068846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5509883317489068846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5509883317489068846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5509883317489068846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xv.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XV'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-2898480381825845776</id><published>2008-12-14T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:49:16.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XIV</title><content type='html'>22 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling!!!!! HAPPY 9 MONTH ANNIVERSARY!!! hahaha muahhhhhhhhh  May we have more to come in the future.  It's already been 9 month Darling and still we're going strong.  I still remember the day you said yes to me.  I was flying and was stuck at the ceiling for a moment haha I was happy, I am happy and I will be happy hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know Darling, today i took the Law test for my driving license.  I was suppose to take it at SS15 but somehow the server was down there so I had to take it near the Metro Driving Academy at Kampung Subang near the Subang Airport.  I actually felt alright going there but maybe with a bit of anxiety la hahaha  Those butterflies keep coming~ hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing the test, questions that I never saw came and there were some which was rather confusing ahaha  When I answered all the questions and got the result somehow the nervousness was still there because I completely forgot what I got when the lady asked hahahahah  Then she went to check the result for herself and came back saying that I got 46 hahaha  Only at that time was my heart stopped pumping blood 100km/hour(note the terminology hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that before taking the test, I heard that yesterday the total candidates that came to take the test was around 300.  I was like WHAT!!! If today is the same, then I'll be there for awhile.  In the end, don't know whether it's because we came there early or what, the total candidates that came was little around 17.  THANK GOD hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wait for other students to finish their "Bengkel", only then I can go back.  Meanwhile I read the marketing book that I borrowed from the library the other day.  Found that the book was really good.  Even got few ideas that we can implement on the Cafe haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Darling that's all for today.  MUAHHHHHHH have fun at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-2898480381825845776?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2898480381825845776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2898480381825845776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2898480381825845776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2898480381825845776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xiv.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XIV'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-83938770013141795</id><published>2008-12-13T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:25:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XIII</title><content type='html'>23 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darling Darling Darling~~ hahaha For today's post I want to share with Darling another song that I've been meaning to download but never did.  Well downloaded it already haha Maybe Darling jeard it already but I don't care..Want to share also hahahah  Its by Celine Dion.  Really reminds me of Darling hahah You'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling Into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes I see ribbons of color&lt;br /&gt;I see us inside of each other&lt;br /&gt;I feel my unconscious merge with yours&lt;br /&gt;And I hear a voice say, "What's his is hers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into you (falling into you)&lt;br /&gt;This dream could come true&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to let you in here&lt;br /&gt;Now I have learned love can't be made in to fear&lt;br /&gt;The walls begin to tumble down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even see the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into you (falling into you)&lt;br /&gt;This dream could come true&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling like a leaf, falling like a star&lt;br /&gt;Finding a belief, falling where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, don't let me drop!&lt;br /&gt;Love me, don't ever stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And while you sleep I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm falling into you&lt;br /&gt;This dream could come true&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling like a leaf, falling like a star, oh&lt;br /&gt;Finding a belief, falling where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling into you&lt;br /&gt;Falling into you&lt;br /&gt;Falling into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-83938770013141795?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/83938770013141795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=83938770013141795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/83938770013141795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/83938770013141795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xiii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XIII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-3829555285365508088</id><published>2008-12-12T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:54:10.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XII</title><content type='html'>24 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLING~~ I just came back from KLCC and now I'm here for today's post.  Talk about fast journalism right hahahaha  Well, it all started off in the tiny village of Cheras where(Juan is going to deny this hahah) Juan was feeling so depressed because its been awhile since he saw my face and Rishi's face(had to put Rishi but really he missed me only huahuahua).  So one day while I was onlining(if there really was such a word), he asked when am I going to visit him at KLCC.  I said anytime also can haha so that was how today materialised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there as Darling would already know, by KTM..Well unless Darling already forgoten when you read this then err the asnwer is there already hahaha.  Been awhile since I used the KTM haha Met Rishi at KL Sentral.  Then we went straight to KLCC.  When we arrived at Starbucks, we were like " huh??? What happened la??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRPkl7kI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WiTPT0Yfrm8/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRPkl7kI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WiTPT0Yfrm8/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278900756725231170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if Darling could see from the picture but something happened at the Starbucks.  That's why it's closed.  For that I'll just let Juan fill you in on the story haha.  So we went downstairs to check whether he's working at the ground level store.  Yup, he was there and apparently he didn't notice us at all.  Even though we sat right in front of the enterance haha  He even walked passed us and didn't noticed.  If it wasn't for Rishi and his "Silent Hands"(remember that Darling?? haha) molesting Juan hahaha we'd be sitting there all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded there so Juan took us back up to his store to catch up on things( not without the free drinks that is huahuahua)  So we spent the half hour of his break time chatting hahaha Well our typicall conversation was filled with me cha-ed and everyone laughing ahaha  Good times..Good times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRm1zxkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Bbf0uKPlCrk/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRm1zxkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Bbf0uKPlCrk/s320/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278900762971457090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRzSyFVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/SMdMNy2JPrg/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRzSyFVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/SMdMNy2JPrg/s320/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278900766314206546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRQdDGMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JoDLEnbw0k4/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRQdDGMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JoDLEnbw0k4/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278900756962023618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his shift was over we decided to go and have dinner at KFC.  There we continued of banter with him i.e. Juan being the loudest la of course hahaha(Juan jangan marah~) and that was the end of today's outing.  Would be better if Darling was there haha  When you come back here la k muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsSBHOIXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/v_6kyYBrzFQ/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsSBHOIXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/v_6kyYBrzFQ/s320/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278900770023809394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2H3JzLfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cw59eUeppu0/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2H3JzLfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cw59eUeppu0/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2InT8PiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/y7IDIAg_y9Q/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2InT8PiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/y7IDIAg_y9Q/s320/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278911603595296290" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2H3JzLfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cw59eUeppu0/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2H3JzLfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cw59eUeppu0/s320/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278911590667857394" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2Hh7irKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ldb-E7dSLOY/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2Hh7irKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ldb-E7dSLOY/s320/DSC00500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278911584970910882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2Ifd7VHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EFhVlIKrtCU/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJ2Ifd7VHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EFhVlIKrtCU/s320/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278911601489695858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Till next time k Darling muahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-3829555285365508088?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/3829555285365508088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=3829555285365508088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3829555285365508088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3829555285365508088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUJsRPkl7kI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WiTPT0Yfrm8/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-7466318083444572751</id><published>2008-12-11T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:57:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter XI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah Darling..Today's post is a bit boring but just bear with me la..hahaha You know the Law test that is coming next..Well I was planning to let fate decide when I'm going to take it ahahah  In my head I was saying "If today I did the pre-test thingy and score more than the passing mark twice I'll call the academy tomorrow and schedule for the test on Sunday".  Surely enough I passed both times hahaha  So Sunday is the 1st D-Day among all others that I'm going to go through.  Honestly I'm not really worried but still there's doubt at the back of my head(not literally la haha ya2 I know lame)  Nevermind, I'll use what time I have to brush up on my knowledge.  Just like what Rishi told me on Tuesday "Tomorrow test, Today study la enough" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did something extra hahaha well Its been awhile since I went and play basketball with Yem hahahaa I got few pictures for Darling.  Premeditated hahaha saje mah cannot ka MUAHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbrSgH8cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_ADNPV65qXM/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbrSgH8cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_ADNPV65qXM/s320/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278530668769833410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbq_lSRyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I0wiaZGSA74/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbq_lSRyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I0wiaZGSA74/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278530663691208482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbrThfK_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SunpDWD5ixY/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbrThfK_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SunpDWD5ixY/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbrThfK_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SunpDWD5ixY/s320/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278530669043985394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately after 30 minutes playing it rained SWT!!!  hahahaha just about to enjoy.  Next time I guess.  Feels good actually being outside hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end today's post, I just want to share a song with Darling.  Kept forgeting to download it but today I remembered hahaha MUAHHHHHHhhhHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Tell Me That You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna call the stars&lt;br /&gt;Down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a day&lt;br /&gt;That never dies&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change the world&lt;br /&gt;Only for you&lt;br /&gt;All the impossible&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Under the rain&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss your smile&lt;br /&gt;And feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;I know whats beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you&lt;br /&gt;In a world of lies&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I become a hero&lt;br /&gt;Ill make you safe&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;And bring you&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ask for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is above me&lt;br /&gt;Im shining like a candle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you see&lt;br /&gt;Just what I was&lt;br /&gt;Show you the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And what it does&lt;br /&gt;You walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;To stop my tears&lt;br /&gt;Everythings easy now&lt;br /&gt;I have you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I become a hero&lt;br /&gt;Ill make you safe&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;And bring you&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ask for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is above me&lt;br /&gt;Im shining like a candle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world without you&lt;br /&gt;I would always hunger&lt;br /&gt;All I need is your love to make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I become a hero&lt;br /&gt;Ill make you safe&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;And bring you&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ask for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is above me&lt;br /&gt;Im shining like a candle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-7466318083444572751?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/7466318083444572751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=7466318083444572751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7466318083444572751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7466318083444572751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-xi.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter XI'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SUEbrSgH8cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_ADNPV65qXM/s72-c/DSC00475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-2211730075382462772</id><published>2008-12-10T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:46:03.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter X</title><content type='html'>26 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohaiyo Darling~ hahaha  Today's post comes rather late due to few factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There wasn't really much going on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was busy being hungry hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played with Yaya most of the time hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I'm here, free and available to write to you...MUAHHHHHHHHH.  As number one states, today it wasn't really a productive day for me writing material-wise.  Woke up late as usual...Watched tv and did a bit of studying for the law test.  I'm adamant to take it on Sunday.  Hopefully I can ace it la hahahaha yea hope for the best right(together with effort la if not, you'll just get nothing haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways~  I think last night was the moment that I missed you the most while you're there.  Don't know why I felt that way.  Guess the Cafe thing made me realize that you were not here and that I really missed having you with me here.  Haha it seems that I really need to buck up.  Yea..yea sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok lo..Till tomorrow hopefully hahaha I'm suprised at the fact that I managed to write this many posts.  Let see if I manage to completed the whole month with 31 posts hahaha We'll see then..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s-I love you&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/2607524229999828843-2211730075382462772?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2211730075382462772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2211730075382462772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2211730075382462772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2211730075382462772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-x.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter X'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5061077826333042391</id><published>2008-12-09T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:30:54.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter IX</title><content type='html'>27 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling~  Today I went to UNITAR to see Rishi and discuss a bit about the cafe and as usual, I found it hard to wake up ahahaha woke up then slept back..woke up then slept back and so goes the cycle.  Apparently I misplaced my matric card, was searching for it when I was about to leave.  Must be in my room..Somewhere hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~  When I came to library, Rishi wasn't there yet so I decided to check out the books in the library (might as well kan).  I came across a rather interesting book, Guest-Based Marketing.  It states that there are other ways for your establishment to generate more revenue other than increasing the customer's average bill.  So I decided to loan the book la by using Rishi's Matric Card haha  Hopefully I have the time to read the book la with the Law test and all.  I'm thinking of taking it on Sunday.  Best to get that out of the way as soon as possible right hahah GAMBARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the discussion.  We discussed about the Marketing of the Cafe and I told him about the ideas that we discussed on the other day.  About the Breakfast Set and the err what ah owh ya the Stamp promotion hehe.  He was happy with the idea, well I think he's happy hahaha you know la him, didn't really give much reaction on the matter haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to have our lunch, we decided to stop on by to see Din about the supplier price list.  He said that we needed to see Fazrol for that.  We were like, "Owh like that ah" hahaha Nevermind, so we went to have our lunch 1st.  After lunch we went straight to see Fazrol...No..No, we went to see Rishi's car hahaha  Apparently Rishi's car had another makeover haha  His sister was driving fast and manage to dent the front part of the car and the plate number came off.  So Rishi came to Uni without the front plate ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, We went to see Fazrol.  Guess what he said..He said he doesn't have the list for the supplies, the finace holds the list he added.  HAIH~ and the other way he suggested is go see the supplier straight.  Rishi was like, "to get one list we need to see so many people".  So in the end we didn't get to see any list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went straight to the cafe to check the layout.  Apparent if we followed the proposed layout, there wont be space to walk around.  So we spent our time arranging and deciding which is the best layout and we got one.  Guess you'll see it when you see it la haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last agenda of the day is...........................................................................................................................&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;Ice-Blended hahahah I bought the usual Strawberry Ice-Blended hahaha and it was delicious when darling come back here I'll belanje k..MUAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time k darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5061077826333042391?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5061077826333042391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5061077826333042391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5061077826333042391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5061077826333042391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-ix.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter IX'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-2182874858816652250</id><published>2008-12-08T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:11:04.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter VIII</title><content type='html'>28 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt; Darling..Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haji&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; well not really more excited than usual.  Guess its the grown up thing where you wont feel as hyper as you were when you were a kid.  Anyways, today as usual Muslims go to mosques or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suraus&lt;/span&gt; to perform the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; Prayers.  The thing that differentiates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haji&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aidiladha&lt;/span&gt;) is that after the prayers there will be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sacrification&lt;/span&gt; ceremony.  Don't know whether you know this or not but we actually sacrifice the cow and share the meat and parts among the population, not simply because we like it(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; who knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my dad contributed a share in purchasing a cow to be sacrificed.  Actually, his original plan was to gather his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; in getting a cow to be sacrificed at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; folks generally appreciates it more.  Well if you compare the living conditions between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; folks and city folks you'll see who needs and will appreciate it more.  In the end, the planned didn't work out due to a lot of factors so in the end my father contributed to the local mosque that we always go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day me and my brothers, perhaps even my cousins can carry out my dad's wish.  We'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt; this was another post, brought to you by your Issie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;MUAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-2182874858816652250?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2182874858816652250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2182874858816652250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2182874858816652250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2182874858816652250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-viii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter VIII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-7251737936223641655</id><published>2008-12-07T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:15:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29 days and counting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Darling!!! I just came back from the theory class at Metro Driving Academy and thank God what Darling and me hoped for came true. The person or should i say people(there were two) who conducted the class made it rather interesting. So I can safely say that I managed not to sleep in class hahaha...Don't think I was the oldest there(judging by people appearance la haha) but still just like what Darling said not much communication also haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was one character that stands out from the crowd. There's this one guy who never stop to finish the instructor's sentence plus answering things loudly and not right at all. At first it was entertaining to see him do that but then as time goes on it became annoying and I was like saying SHUT UP!! so many times inside hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instructor: Kite mesti memperlahan kan ke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X: KERETA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instructor: Berapa markah dimerit??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X:13!!(the answer was 10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well you get the picture hahaha. The equation for the thing was Ehem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Continuous Finish+Wrong Answers)x(High Volume)=Me being annoyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha all in all the class was ok. Next for me is to study the book and try the questions from the CD to get me ready for the Law test. Don't really know when to take it. We'll see whether it's the coming week or next Sunday if I'm confident enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope Darling enjoy yourself going out with Christie even if there were complications before. Darling deserve to have fun there after all the stress you gathered here.  Good to know that Darling will get to eat Dim Sum tomorrow ahha MUAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie till next time Darling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-7251737936223641655?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/7251737936223641655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=7251737936223641655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7251737936223641655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7251737936223641655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-vii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter VII'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-8277781253352858982</id><published>2008-12-06T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:54:05.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon Darling~~ Already had your lunch??  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; It's now a habit for me to sleep late and wake up late.  How better to show that I'm in holiday mode right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Nothing much to do during the hols la..The usual agenda being playing game, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DOTA&lt;/span&gt; to be exact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  Will be working out throughout the day in short intervals and the err "focused workout session" would be late at night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  Enough of the nonsense intro, on to the post..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ehem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my thoughts are fully concentrated on tomorrow's class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; you know la me and my hardworking brain thinking a lot.  Will be at the class from 9-5 or was it 9-4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; forgot.  Tomorrow hopefully I can reset my clock so that i could wake up early because I need to be at the centre by 8am...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NVM&lt;/span&gt;~~~ Guess that would be a norm in my later years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what darling...After your call last night, It made me realise one thing...That I really miss you and that's why I keep on writing these letters.  In a way, I feel as though by writing these letters, I'm talking to straight my lovely Darling.  Sharing whatever feelings and events that I encounter while your away.  That said, you're right the second time too saying that I write a lot here so that you wouldn't worry as much if I've told told you that I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was visiting Darling's old blog last night, don't know why, feeling sentimental perhaps.  Guess what..It still made me smile when i read it.  reading all about those past memories before you said yes.  Quite the drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  It's a testament to our past that was filled wit ups and down and its for our future reminiscence..I'll keep on reading it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MUAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Friday was the day which I made my confession, a day which I've decided to listen to my heart. I've been ignoring my heart and was listening to my head all this while until I realised that I can no longer hold the feelings. He's simply so loving that a girl could resist. I thought I was everything to him but now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; like he's my everything as well. I've never thought that a simple confession and change of status will change everything. Seems like he was holding himself back for every single word he told me last time. Ever since I've decided to give a try with him, everything changed, to something better, something I've never thought I'll get. I'm happy. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-8277781253352858982?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/8277781253352858982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=8277781253352858982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8277781253352858982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8277781253352858982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-vi.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter VI'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5949693431295160636</id><published>2008-12-05T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:05:15.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;31 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oit Darling~ haha I think it's been ages since I oited u hahaha MUAH.  Well on to the topic of the day.  Today, after Friday prayers Yem brought me to enrol at Metro Driving Academy.  Yeah I know..FINALLY right hahaha It's better now rather than when my life really gets busy.  I'll be going to the theory class on Sunday.  You know what Darling, before this I ever imagined that I  got the license already and that I could drive so that I can drive you around and not the other way round.  I really felt sad to see you being stressed out during the drive back to KL from Cameron.  I'll do my best ok darling so that I can lessen your burden and really ehem... I WANT TO DRIVE hahhahaha MUAHHHHHHhhhhHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is a bit short but guess it'll do for now hahahah till next time then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5949693431295160636?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5949693431295160636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5949693431295160636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5949693431295160636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5949693431295160636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-v.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter V'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-8731825805201022190</id><published>2008-12-04T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:09:42.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter IV</title><content type='html'>32 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaRliNG~~ hahaha today the post is a bit late because I was busy doing something.  Want to see what I did?? well probably you saw it already hahaha yea..It's been awhile since I did an artwork so I decided to do one.  I drew it last night while waiting for the MU game to start.  Turned out good if I do say so myself(note this is not self-bragging k hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/STesRn_1YmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UN1BfyzHvdE/s1600-h/issie+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/STesRn_1YmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UN1BfyzHvdE/s320/issie+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275874907282301538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'm feeling better today.  Body's not feeling weak anymore.  Issie's strong mah that's why huahuahua owh and I found out that I'm not going back to Perlis this weekend.  My parents wants to go back on the 25th.  Hmmm I still don't know whether I'll be following because of the food tasting thing but we'll see la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem..How are you darling?? haha Miss you mah.  Waiting for your message but still it didn't come.  Probably Darling is tired and will message later.  I'll wait hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lo Darling, That's today's post.  We'll see what's install for tommorow..MUAHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s-I love you, I miss you and I'm waiting&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/2607524229999828843-8731825805201022190?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/8731825805201022190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=8731825805201022190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8731825805201022190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8731825805201022190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-iv.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter IV'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/STesRn_1YmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UN1BfyzHvdE/s72-c/issie+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-9065540015134349886</id><published>2008-12-03T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:49:37.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter III</title><content type='html'>33 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling today I woke up with the most excruciating pain.  I had a soar throat.  I hated having sore throat the most, more than having flu or fever.  At least when it comes to flu and fever you don't really feel the pain sensation but when it comes to sore throat, you'll feel it every time you swallow your own saliva and you'll make it worse if you didn't.  On top of that my body is feeling weak all around.  Don't really know what's happening.  Hmmmm maybe i outdid myself by exercising too much.  Guess my body was not like it used to be.  I need to go slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this here and not telling you in my messages because I don't want you to  worry about me.  Your darling here still can 'tahan' hahaha  So don't worry la k( well technically you won't worry also because you're not aware of it hahaha MUAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie till next time...I'll be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s-I love you and I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-9065540015134349886?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/9065540015134349886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=9065540015134349886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/9065540015134349886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/9065540015134349886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-iii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter III'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-633129437718516972</id><published>2008-12-02T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:51:03.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter II</title><content type='html'>34 Days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Tag Darling haha today I didn't do much as usual.  Woke up at 11 or 12 I don't remember haha because spent the night watching football match.  Suppose Idris was to watch the match because its a Liverpool game but nevermind I didn't really have much to do plus he asked me to wake him up during half-time.  Well I did stayed till half-time to wake him up but he flew to far in his dreams already and didn't wake up hahaha After that watched for awhile then as usual ter-slept la hahaha come to think about it, who switched off the tele ah??? hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was more boring than usual because Darling is not online.  So I was like err do I really need to on my MSN and YM again??? hahaha Come to think about it, I didn't really use IM to chat with others, I used it to chat with Darling hahaha Nevermind..I'll find things to do while you're away like getting smaller hahahah I'm in the process of shrinking already.  Hopefully I'll shrink in time la hahaha just as Juan said that I need to suprise people hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..I might be going back to Arau, Perlis on Friday till Tuesday so the discussion with Rishi I'll do it the following day ok..Ok la darling this is it for today.  I'll write again tommorow k..MUAHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you(hahah does this ring a bell..EH!! I haven't return you the book yet kan AIYA later I'll give it back k hahah)&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/2607524229999828843-633129437718516972?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/633129437718516972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=633129437718516972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/633129437718516972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/633129437718516972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-ii.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter II'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6525906858826188172</id><published>2008-12-01T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:53:23.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Darling-Letter I</title><content type='html'>35 days and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today Darling is going back to her hometown KK and I can't help feeling a bit saddened by the fact that I wont be able to see her for the whole month plus 4 days.  I promised her that I would update my blog so that when she can online there in Sabah she'll know what I've been up to and so that she won't miss me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was really down hearing the fact that Darling's mother want's her to do her practical back there in Sabah.  To tell you the truth the same melancholic feeling that I've felt in the past seemed to creep back in at that very moment.  At that very moment, I was torn between my head and my heart.  On one hand, my heart tells me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KEEP HOLDING ON TO HER, DON'T EVER LET HER GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other, My head tells me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;DO THE RIGHT THING, LET HER BE HAPPY WITH HER FAMILY THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I can say to her at that time was sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"SORRY??!! WHY DID I SAY SORRY??!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darling, I didn't mean it that way.  I'm not sorry for loving you, never will i say that for I really do love you.  Love is not an accident for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry for putting you all through this..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for creating a mountain..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being a secret for you to keep,&lt;br /&gt;When it was really to be a great news for you to share with your family..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry for loving you..&lt;br /&gt;Not even when things got tough for us..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry for having you..&lt;br /&gt;Regret was never at my side when I confessed to you..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WILL HOLD ON TO YOU AND I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HEART&gt;HEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &amp;amp; WILL MISS YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/STNfZPSXjYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/u-4sVN3oqUo/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/STNfZPSXjYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/u-4sVN3oqUo/s320/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274664475785923970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s I'll be alright here, you go and have fun with your family and friends there ok.  Say hi on my behalf and wish all of them a happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6525906858826188172?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6525906858826188172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6525906858826188172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6525906858826188172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6525906858826188172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-to-my-darling-letter-i.html' title='Letters To My Darling-Letter I'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/STNfZPSXjYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/u-4sVN3oqUo/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-7967047424646681254</id><published>2008-11-21T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:23:57.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes..I am a Naruto fan(repeat it 10x)</title><content type='html'>haha as stated, this would be a post on Naruto.  Friday's the day that I will get my weekly fix of Naruto.  It's the day that I would say I'll anticipate for the whole week because the latest chapter of the Naruto Manga will come out hahaha.  It's a weekly post you see and theintensity or the suspense is killing me ahahaa You know curiousity killed the cat??  Well in my case it didn't really kill me but eats me bit by bit and I'm not a cat, I'm a LION huahuahuahua You know August LEO..LION..Get it?? SIGH guess its lame haha anyway~~~~ This weeks post is about one of my favourite characters, KAKASHI well..this few weeks is centered around him la hahaha You would do good if you download it yourself too hahah here's the link &lt;a href="http://www.narutofan.com/"&gt;NARUTOFAN.COM&lt;/a&gt;(hmmm I've noticed that I've been linking more nowadays hahaha well just learned how that's why ahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time Tschus~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SSYbH-0HSDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-BpakVaGUws/s1600-h/03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 436px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SSYbH-0HSDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-BpakVaGUws/s320/03.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270930237818357810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-7967047424646681254?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/7967047424646681254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=7967047424646681254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7967047424646681254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7967047424646681254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesi-am-naruto-fanrepeat-it-10x.html' title='Yes..I am a Naruto fan(repeat it 10x)'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SSYbH-0HSDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-BpakVaGUws/s72-c/03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6865986121639433367</id><published>2008-11-18T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:21:56.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Over.....Wohooo?</title><content type='html'>Well this semester's exam is not really over yet.  Tomorrow's the last paper and its German.  To tell you the truth, I'm not really worried about it.  What I'm more concerned with is the feeling that i felt during the whole exam period.  Usually during this time I'll be scouring books and the net for salvation and ways to solve tricky(tricky usually due to lack of study on my part la hahaha) questions but this time around I've taken a rather lax approach to the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering why but didn't really find any plausible answer.  Aber(haha see I'm still practicing my german) I came to device a hypothesis on my recent condition.  I'm actually at that point where my Uni life is about end and nearing my working life and after all the projects and presentations I felt as though I'm ready for a new challenge in life.  Not to sound too cocky but i feel that all these while I've been hiding my own potential and now is the time that I need to explore what i can achieve in life with my abilities, abilities that I've honed during my great and educational Uni experience.  I guess that is also one of the reason that I decided to try and manage the Uni's cafe(if you're new to the cafe thing you should see Darling's &lt;a href="http://msclumsy.blogspot.com/2008/10/excitement-versus-restlessness.html"&gt;Excitement vs Restlessness&lt;/a&gt; piece and don't be too lazy just click the link haha ) together with Darling, Rishi and Kecik.  New challenge and new experience.  We'll see what may come from it all and maybe then I'll be wishing for a more typical student life hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me, good luck to Darling, good luck to Rishi and good luck to Kecik.  Lets make the Cafe our next great adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's like a need to put it in hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6865986121639433367?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6865986121639433367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6865986121639433367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6865986121639433367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6865986121639433367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams-overwohooo.html' title='Exams Over.....Wohooo?'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-1694251121423513248</id><published>2008-11-15T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:07:11.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, It's that time of the month..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE'RE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt; ALREADY DARLING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'LL &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GROW&lt;/span&gt; MORE &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY ALL OUR DAYS BE &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY AND MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REMEMBER OUR PAST, LIVE OUR PRESENT, DREAM OF OUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SR4gReiQWLI/AAAAAAAAANs/xRL4TszHU5Q/s1600-h/DSC04908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SR4gReiQWLI/AAAAAAAAANs/xRL4TszHU5Q/s320/DSC04908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268684098696665266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS HAS AND ALWAYS WILL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-1694251121423513248?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/1694251121423513248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=1694251121423513248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1694251121423513248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/1694251121423513248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-its-that-time-of-month.html' title='Yeah, It&apos;s that time of the month..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SR4gReiQWLI/AAAAAAAAANs/xRL4TszHU5Q/s72-c/DSC04908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-7697140969367491000</id><published>2008-10-30T00:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:24:00.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream On~~</title><content type='html'>This post is not a tribute to the Aerosmith song neither is it a diss post to someone but it is my dream for the future.   For those who we're in Dr. Naim's class would know(hahaha yea wanted to put it in cannot ka).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did not have any dream of what I would become one day.  To tell you the truth I've often let fate decide on my future.   Such as my choice of Uni, I certainly was not aware of the presence of UNITAR until my mum said "Lets go check UNITAR out" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm dreaming..I'm dreaming big time hahaha(note: not reference to me day-dreaming k).   Now I can see my target in life, all i need now is the route to get to it and to know it I need to work hard(something that was not really in my dictionary previously haha) and presevere with all that i need to do to get there.  To get to the future, my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0ozGtra2I/AAAAAAAAANc/K4XWXhudRU4/s1600-h/graduate-finance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0ozGtra2I/AAAAAAAAANc/K4XWXhudRU4/s320/graduate-finance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263908397906619234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0ns-ceeRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zUZ9KZSnrWw/s1600-h/graduate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0ns-ceeRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zUZ9KZSnrWw/s320/graduate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263907193096141074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First things first, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO GRADUATE&lt;/span&gt; hahah well not only graduate but graduate with first class honours.  So in order to achieve that i must maintain A's till i graduate(which if i said this during my schooling years would be ultimately impossible hahahaha).  I want to smile  proudly during my convocation ceremony and be happy with all my friends.  Hugs will be shared all around and tears will flow hahaha *imagining* hmmmmm (*.*) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mDwBIh7I/AAAAAAAAALE/Rp2hUujqdbg/s1600-h/GLGGrand-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mDwBIh7I/AAAAAAAAALE/Rp2hUujqdbg/s320/GLGGrand-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263905385337096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mDSn2nwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tNK9Q2MPJKk/s1600-h/FourSeasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mDSn2nwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tNK9Q2MPJKk/s320/FourSeasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263905377446436610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO WORK &lt;/span&gt;my way up the ladder and become one of the senior executives or general managers of a 5-star hotel..YEAH!! I want to save money for my family and ultimately to prepare me for the next stage of my life...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0oW-blSdI/AAAAAAAAANE/jjxsvKxq_eg/s1600-h/DSC04830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0oW-blSdI/AAAAAAAAANE/jjxsvKxq_eg/s320/DSC04830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263907914646899154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0oYm6zZ4I/AAAAAAAAANM/gmFXnjaeh5c/s1600-h/DSC04576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0oYm6zZ4I/AAAAAAAAANM/gmFXnjaeh5c/s320/DSC04576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263907942695135106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO MARRY MY DARLING&lt;/span&gt; and build our family together.  I'll shower her with all the LOVE i can give.  I want to make her happy and will make her life comfortable, safe and secure..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mEaCfZZI/AAAAAAAAALU/iDdQWyJGPYM/s1600-h/Garden+of+Sansuiro+Ryokan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mEaCfZZI/AAAAAAAAALU/iDdQWyJGPYM/s320/Garden+of+Sansuiro+Ryokan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263905396617078162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mqWdIO_I/AAAAAAAAALc/BgVDEtz948M/s1600-h/Japanese-House-B.Krist_U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mqWdIO_I/AAAAAAAAALc/BgVDEtz948M/s320/Japanese-House-B.Krist_U.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906048490093554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO HAVE A JAPANESE THEMED HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; on me and my darling's plot of land...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mqUJz7bI/AAAAAAAAALk/V63nUkhBAm4/s1600-h/lodging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mqUJz7bI/AAAAAAAAALk/V63nUkhBAm4/s320/lodging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906047872200114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mqqHv4nI/AAAAAAAAALs/kymsIsZV3zk/s1600-h/photos_accommodations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mqqHv4nI/AAAAAAAAALs/kymsIsZV3zk/s320/photos_accommodations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906053769126514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO RUN A LODGING BUSINESS WITH MY FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;  It will be a partnership of me, darling and Rishi.  It will be a little bit like a Japanese Ryokan...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mrRKmt_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/DtrMBvQKlLs/s1600-h/oldtrafford_468x596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mrRKmt_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/DtrMBvQKlLs/s320/oldtrafford_468x596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906064250091506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mrAyRzyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/74EXvaI1Aa0/s1600-h/old-trafford-outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mrAyRzyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/74EXvaI1Aa0/s320/old-trafford-outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906059853090594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mEDBphFI/AAAAAAAAALM/pdQz4To-MjQ/s1600-h/japan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mEDBphFI/AAAAAAAAALM/pdQz4To-MjQ/s320/japan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263905390439531602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nKmuEQRI/AAAAAAAAAME/eISKw45WxL4/s1600-h/japan-globalization-OV10-vl-vertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nKmuEQRI/AAAAAAAAAME/eISKw45WxL4/s320/japan-globalization-OV10-vl-vertical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906602611917074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nLR-U2II/AAAAAAAAAMM/LNxIwGbX5MU/s1600-h/scotland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nLR-U2II/AAAAAAAAAMM/LNxIwGbX5MU/s320/scotland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906614222837890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nLkMDjpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/h-dViDHmarM/s1600-h/Scotland-Galloway-Screel-Hill-view-to-Castle-Douglas-AJHD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nLkMDjpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/h-dViDHmarM/s320/Scotland-Galloway-Screel-Hill-view-to-Castle-Douglas-AJHD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906619112263314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO TRAVEL WITH MY DARLING&lt;/span&gt;.  A must destination for me is Old Trafford and watching any MU game.  JAPAN, IRELAND and SCOTLAND is also in the list...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nMWgh_cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/f9NL-wlZIPY/s1600-h/SilverIceLimitedEditionHummerH2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nMWgh_cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/f9NL-wlZIPY/s320/SilverIceLimitedEditionHummerH2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906632619916738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nsEq7ohI/AAAAAAAAAMs/86nID92DT88/s1600-h/lotus-elise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0nsEq7ohI/AAAAAAAAAMs/86nID92DT88/s320/lotus-elise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263907177587515922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO OWN A HUMMER AND A LOTUS ELISE&lt;/span&gt;.  Wel it's already self-explained haha ehem...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0rI2xRJfI/AAAAAAAAANk/G5YMoaGBAv8/s1600-h/XP204LectureHall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0rI2xRJfI/AAAAAAAAANk/G5YMoaGBAv8/s320/XP204LectureHall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263910970607085042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mDppx6WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yJ-vh7SOc38/s1600-h/Full+house+so+people+stand+behind+the+hall.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0mDppx6WI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yJ-vh7SOc38/s320/Full+house+so+people+stand+behind+the+hall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263905383628532066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO BE A LECTURER&lt;/span&gt; following the footsteps of my mum and dad.  This would be my final dream when achieved I want to enjoy life to the fullest with Darling MUAH...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0oYhjut1I/AAAAAAAAANU/LHbysuyk29E/s1600-h/03-07-08_2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0oYhjut1I/AAAAAAAAANU/LHbysuyk29E/s320/03-07-08_2114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263907941256181586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep on dreaming till the dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAMBARE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-7697140969367491000?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/7697140969367491000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=7697140969367491000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7697140969367491000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7697140969367491000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-on.html' title='Dream On~~'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQ0ozGtra2I/AAAAAAAAANc/K4XWXhudRU4/s72-c/graduate-finance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5674781274755086346</id><published>2008-10-22T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:25:30.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>Yay 2 Yemass!! haha...</title><content type='html'>The 21st of October was a great day..Not because i stayed at home while the rest went to Uni or the fact that i played game every chance that i had..It was a great day because my brother attended his convocation ceremony..hmmmm well proly just a good day for me and a great day for him..haha NEVERMIND its a great day hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9EUVV-4VI/AAAAAAAAACw/-pF2ucwcU-4/s1600-h/IMG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9EUVV-4VI/AAAAAAAAACw/-pF2ucwcU-4/s320/IMG_1648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259998005909446994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Man of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9Gu7gCuaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xyz5Si4zVJc/s1600-h/IMG_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9Gu7gCuaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xyz5Si4zVJc/s320/IMG_1643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260000661852043682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haih..once hamsap always hamsap..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9JppKWr-I/AAAAAAAAADI/QexX_O3thFM/s1600-h/IMG_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9JppKWr-I/AAAAAAAAADI/QexX_O3thFM/s320/IMG_1640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260003869564776418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9JpXMU4aI/AAAAAAAAADA/OBkuJ4SQnrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9JpXMU4aI/AAAAAAAAADA/OBkuJ4SQnrQ/s320/IMG_1638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260003864741208482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Proud Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was kinda disappointed because I didn't get the chance to be with him throughout the whole ceremony.  WHY you may ask..Well the reason is simple..I LOVE MY BROTHER..I want to be there when he is happy because he's always been there for me...From gluing my fingers together with glue(was it Uhu or Gam Gajah ah??? hahaha) to teman-ing me to buy stuff(when I was small k hahaha), he was always there..always..And for that i really thank you...*HUGS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5674781274755086346?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5674781274755086346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5674781274755086346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5674781274755086346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5674781274755086346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-2-yemass-haha.html' title='Yay 2 Yemass!! haha...'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SP9EUVV-4VI/AAAAAAAAACw/-pF2ucwcU-4/s72-c/IMG_1648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-5906793771408577407</id><published>2008-10-21T11:22:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:25:30.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>Raye 08 Woohoooo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm writing this post just to share my Raya. There'll be a lot of pics( I think haha) so if you think It's a bit long then rest for a while then continue ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raya At Uncle Cho's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..This would be the first raya that they celebrate without their son, my cousin, Syed Nor. He passed away not that far back with the doctors unable to determine the cause of death. He was 24. When I heard the news I was in UNITAR, taking care of the new intake's registration. Through the registration i didn't really show any emotions but when it finished, I began to think about my cousin and the promise that i made to myself and I couldn't contain myself and tears came down straight from my eyes. Well that was then, now I'm writing about the raya so enough of that. When we arrived at the house, we can see that they are really happy to see visitors. It's only just the two of them living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUT_ikOlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BqNgoYLvZVc/s1600-h/Picture%282.10%29+554.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056285823842898" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUT_ikOlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BqNgoYLvZVc/s320/Picture%282.10%29+554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idris, Ila and Uncle Cho in the background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUUhr-GZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ePQHsjQAYX4/s1600-h/Picture%282.10%29+555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056294990092690" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUUhr-GZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ePQHsjQAYX4/s320/Picture%282.10%29+555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha a rare sibblings picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUXbYusNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f7iGqoLiHco/s1600-h/Picture%282.10%29+572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056344838385874" style="width: 211px; cursor: pointer; height: 156px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUXbYusNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f7iGqoLiHco/s320/Picture%282.10%29+572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUX1L3ecI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gQDs-lf9agE/s1600-h/Picture%282.10%29+573.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056351763757506" style="width: 208px; cursor: pointer; height: 156px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUX1L3ecI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gQDs-lf9agE/s320/Picture%282.10%29+573.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUYZGpQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/So4Q7mVymf0/s1600-h/Picture%282.10%29+574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056361405531074" style="width: 208px; cursor: pointer; height: 156px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUYZGpQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/So4Q7mVymf0/s320/Picture%282.10%29+574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yem with his DRAMA haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQacPygxIII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2JUNHxBFa7A/s1600-h/Picture%282.10%29+566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262065009700184194" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQacPygxIII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2JUNHxBFa7A/s320/Picture%282.10%29+566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUN!!! Ila just farted huahuahua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQacQfpt11I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4vL4n5tmB1A/s1600-h/Picture%282.10%29+567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262065021817313106" style="width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQacQfpt11I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4vL4n5tmB1A/s320/Picture%282.10%29+567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yaya doing what she does best..Being Cute haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raya At Uncle Bun's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i went to Uncle Bun's house for raya was two years ago so i made it a point to go this raya. He lives just behind well not really just behind but near my house haha. I actually like to come to his house because he's one of the more colourful uncles that i have haha and I really love to hear stories from him..He's a great story teller(with all the dramatization haha). Hmmm come to think of it most of my fathers sibblings are great story teller hahah guess it runs in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that we came to know on that day is that my cousin, Raja Syazwina is good with the camera soooooo~~~~~ hahaha u know what comes next la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJd9WQ3XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lwX-_4Y9rP8/s1600-h/DSC_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262114731150335346" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJd9WQ3XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lwX-_4Y9rP8/s320/DSC_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmm a very good looking family especially the one in gray hahah ehem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJfoCFHAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dGs-pVUrR7M/s1600-h/DSC_0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262114759788272642" style="width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJfoCFHAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dGs-pVUrR7M/s320/DSC_0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture with the cousins err well minus one who is in Aussie..Syazwina is the most left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhgHu6w9YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b3pLFoPAntg/s1600-h/DSC_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhgHu6w9YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b3pLFoPAntg/s320/DSC_0365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262561850552284546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJeTvPPlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-7DyKSsXnwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0366.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262114737160666706" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJeTvPPlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-7DyKSsXnwQ/s320/DSC_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle Bun with his drama face haha and My Abah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJe4lcDDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DncVgZR_6KM/s1600-h/DSC_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262114747051674674" style="width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQbJe4lcDDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DncVgZR_6KM/s320/DSC_0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Issie: Hmmmmm What pose should i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yaya: Hmmmmm why not more of my picture&lt;br /&gt;Yem: Yea~ I'm in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhgIEKtzsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3DSdutv2nKg/s1600-h/DSC_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhgIEKtzsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3DSdutv2nKg/s320/DSC_0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262561856256331458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mama and Abah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhgHfZ_h7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zcGfujYlxQE/s1600-h/DSC_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhgHfZ_h7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/zcGfujYlxQE/s320/DSC_0395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262561846388295602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yaya and Uncle Bun with a smile..hmmm he doesn't smile much woh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Open House 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th of October, my family did our Raya Open House. Last year I didn't invite my Uni friends because i knew that my bro is inviting 40 of his friends(well 13 i guess the rest invited themselves i guess). This year I invited them just to save face la hahaha.  Yea so this year Nini, Juan, Rishi, Kecik and my darling Julie came.  Out of them all only Rishi and Juan who came to my family's open house before.  I've been getting stick from Nana because I didn't invite her well yea hahah that's a different story hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhlmcc-lDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W4xHwxwEL9w/s1600-h/PA126650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhlmcc-lDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W4xHwxwEL9w/s320/PA126650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567875729593394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nini, Juan and Kecik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhlm6-OkTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j2Al3dZANv8/s1600-h/PA126603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhlm6-OkTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j2Al3dZANv8/s320/PA126603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567883922116914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rishi and Pak Imam Juan hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnRTtSaLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oNOrmAbNvOM/s1600-h/PA126605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnRTtSaLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oNOrmAbNvOM/s320/PA126605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569711628085426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Darling Julie wearing a lovely baju kurung..muahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the story is that Darling always wanted to buy a set of baju kurung..Soooo before Raya during puasa month me, Ila and Darling went to Shah Alam to buy her one.  We went to err PKNS, SACC and Plaza Alam Sentral(PAS for those who are native there haha).  We searched high and low for the right baju kurung for her.  When we got it we were really happy..I know Darling was happy..I was really happy because I could make her happy plus she really looked beautiful when she first put on th baju kurung MUAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning to wear baju melayu for the open house but didn't really have any that matched her's so ok lo...Then one day while Yem was clearing the closet he saw one well the upper part of the set then few days later Ila saw the pants for it...Haha I was like wahhhhhh haha really thank God.  Darling didn't really know about this because i planned to surprise her on that day hahaha.  SOOooooooOOOO Here it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhlmhQ-3dI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LmWpXuodTl0/s1600-h/PA126606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhlmhQ-3dI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LmWpXuodTl0/s320/PA126606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567877021457874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A great pair if I do say so myself haha MUAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnRbVnooI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PjGTzgkFiJE/s1600-h/PA126625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnRbVnooI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PjGTzgkFiJE/s320/PA126625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569713676296834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I made the Grilled Lamb and the Cheese Chicken.  Yem made the Grilled Squid and the Brocolli&lt;br /&gt;Mama made the Masak Lemak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnR2KywyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8tRCy82MA2w/s1600-h/PA126630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnR2KywyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8tRCy82MA2w/s320/PA126630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569720878646050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha Yaya caught eating..Yum2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnSKkVx6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/EUaCh4LhyeM/s1600-h/PA126655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnSKkVx6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/EUaCh4LhyeM/s320/PA126655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569726354507682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Why la Juan so Gloomy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnSY2UiPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5FpgGdLsJfA/s1600-h/PA126656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQhnSY2UiPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5FpgGdLsJfA/s320/PA126656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569730188019954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha Farewell picture I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juan's Open House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th of October, Juan and the gang(Ida, Mizi, Hajar, Rayme and Iffa) invited me and the gang haha(Julie, Rishi, Nini, Kecik and Nazmi) to their open house at their apartment. It's the 1st open house that they did together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1eMouQ2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_-eYtQoqGhs/s1600-h/DSC06848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1eMouQ2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_-eYtQoqGhs/s320/DSC06848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262585326230979426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1eMouQ2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_-eYtQoqGhs/s1600-h/DSC06848.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1ea6TGPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vVxwpM-AEFo/s1600-h/DSC06853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1ea6TGPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vVxwpM-AEFo/s320/DSC06853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262585330062792946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dishes that are served&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1fNBhgwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OEhT47ZSj08/s1600-h/DSC06895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1fNBhgwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OEhT47ZSj08/s320/DSC06895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262585343514870530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Uik There's something familiar with these cookies hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1fCthItI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NjCv4uClZGs/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh1fCthItI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NjCv4uClZGs/s320/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262585340746605266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5Itk02DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YqctwYX1X-w/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5Itk02DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YqctwYX1X-w/s320/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262589355162392626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5Ii2kKYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/seLV4iwB1HE/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5Ii2kKYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/seLV4iwB1HE/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262589352284006786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5I30trpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/L2pd5Mh_dQo/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5I30trpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/L2pd5Mh_dQo/s320/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262589357913386642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha why la Rishi..You don't want to show how close we are ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5Jdz9oGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Zqt5D_G7weM/s1600-h/DSC06910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5Jdz9oGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Zqt5D_G7weM/s320/DSC06910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262589368110784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually had fun talking to my friends that day plus we all watched a bit of our "new" Sarawak DVD hahaha which really made all of us laugh.  Seeing the hyper us when we were there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5JEKGL2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/7-BxvEwv3To/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh5JEKGL2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/7-BxvEwv3To/s320/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262589361224298338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha Darling and Rishi goofing around outsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8xUE0biI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ga4njiOPIwY/s1600-h/DSC06975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8xUE0biI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ga4njiOPIwY/s320/DSC06975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593351226781218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8yGM2bPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6AI4zlXg0_c/s1600-h/DSC06984.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8yGM2bPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6AI4zlXg0_c/s320/DSC06984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593364682239218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Family" Picture haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8ynfdeTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eYBEplJBaJw/s1600-h/DSC06989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8ynfdeTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eYBEplJBaJw/s320/DSC06989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593373618665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Batch06 Contingent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8zKeBnFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6To6xObXIDg/s1600-h/DSC06993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8zKeBnFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6To6xObXIDg/s320/DSC06993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593383007886418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Batch08 Rules!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh93aCkbDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QYxVcTplGKw/s1600-h/DSC06996.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh93aCkbDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QYxVcTplGKw/s320/DSC06996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262594555418799154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha Kesian Batch09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8zbyURvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wb0rOIFxUR8/s1600-h/DSC07003.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQh8zbyURvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wb0rOIFxUR8/s320/DSC07003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593387656398578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Hosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well That's the end of my Raya this year.  I really think this year I had a fun Raya because went to lots of open houses especially my friends.  Hopefully next year would be the same or even better YEAH!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kind of late...err well Raya is one month what ahhaha soooooo Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-5906793771408577407?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/5906793771408577407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=5906793771408577407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5906793771408577407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/5906793771408577407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/10/raye-08-woohoooo.html' title='Raye 08 Woohoooo!!!!'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQaUT_ikOlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BqNgoYLvZVc/s72-c/Picture%282.10%29+554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-157138649309242362</id><published>2008-10-21T11:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:25:30.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>FRIM-SIFE-PSDM Experience...</title><content type='html'>On the 18th of October supposedly we(the Alam Inn group(u'll find out later haha)) we to present our final project in uni but it was postponed to the 22nd.  I didn.t really have any plans on that day, so that is why when Grace and Trace(The SIFE Twins haha) asked me whethere i'll be coming to their FRIM event i said yes.  Well, actually come to think of it I had to go hahaha because my mum is attending and I didn't want to step down from my President post on a sour note.  I actually liked the committee members of SIFE so that is why I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FRIM-SIFE event was held to celebrate Down Syndromme Childrens from Persatuan Sindrom Down Malaysia(PSDM) and to raise danation for PSDM's fund.  Another objective of the event is to expose the children and volunteers alike to the beautiful nature that FRIM has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached to FRIM compound we can automatically feel relaxed because what you will see is GREEN..haha In my case, I really enjoy green sceneries and felt really at ease and relaxed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQEwvPEnTQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCRdDnEivdk/s1600-h/IMG_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQEwvPEnTQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCRdDnEivdk/s320/IMG_1588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260539427803319554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;All the usual suspects when it comes to UNITAR event ahha well minus my mum and the head of FRIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQEy7tPXb2I/AAAAAAAAADY/fMrgYtDmoj0/s1600-h/IMG_1590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQEy7tPXb2I/AAAAAAAAADY/fMrgYtDmoj0/s320/IMG_1590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260541841083166562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My mum giving her speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQEy8o9xvoI/AAAAAAAAADg/mL-Zbek_8UM/s1600-h/IMG_1594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQEy8o9xvoI/AAAAAAAAADg/mL-Zbek_8UM/s320/IMG_1594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260541857115520642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE1WP_XDKI/AAAAAAAAADw/egEVfctStF4/s1600-h/IMG_1595.jpg"&gt;       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE1WP_XDKI/AAAAAAAAADw/egEVfctStF4/s320/IMG_1595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260544496111127714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Committee members and advisors of SIFE..uik someone is not at the right place haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE1VqnGugI/AAAAAAAAADo/V0wKjVxDu-o/s1600-h/IMG_1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE1VqnGugI/AAAAAAAAADo/V0wKjVxDu-o/s320/IMG_1599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260544486077282818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Cutting Ribbon Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE5jCfxUkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k4DZxdLmxFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE5jCfxUkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k4DZxdLmxFQ/s320/IMG_1610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260549113873781314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Picture with the children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE5jS2iKtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H0qioJs-33A/s1600-h/IMG_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE5jS2iKtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H0qioJs-33A/s320/IMG_1612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260549118264224466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My sis Yaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the opening ceremony, the first event was jungle trekking.  Yaya was really excited about it and wanted to go so much.  Me on the other hand, was not so sure about the idea..Not because I'm a bad bad brother haha but the fact that I don't really think that she could stand all the hiking part haha  Well we carried on and followed the group after Yaya had her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE9xCcKl9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pNG_oXMYEek/s1600-h/IMG_1614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE9xCcKl9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pNG_oXMYEek/s320/IMG_1614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260553752423339986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yaya with one of the UNITAR volunteers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE9w6cBBcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r1Akk17c5Cs/s1600-h/IMG_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQE9w6cBBcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r1Akk17c5Cs/s320/IMG_1615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260553750275229122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our guide for the trek.  He's actually a funny guy which made the whole trip educational and entertaining haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFE0EQNRsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zBoINyU-g3o/s1600-h/IMG_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFE0EQNRsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zBoINyU-g3o/s320/IMG_1619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561501031057090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFEzAQL71I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uADRV1TaGNI/s1600-h/IMG_1617.jpg"&gt;     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFEzAQL71I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uADRV1TaGNI/s320/IMG_1617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561482777358162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The guide(im sorry to say that i forgot his name haha SORRY) explaining and the pic of the 2-INCH ANT WOH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFEzeQdb7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XosBhE6qKKc/s1600-h/IMG_1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFEzeQdb7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XosBhE6qKKc/s320/IMG_1621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561490831568818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFEz3LAmZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EicSW4hVltM/s1600-h/IMG_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFEz3LAmZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EicSW4hVltM/s320/IMG_1618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561497519593874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yaya:Haih..locations i need to go to for a photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFE0oGEfoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YPzEPL357YY/s1600-h/IMG_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFE0oGEfoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YPzEPL357YY/s320/IMG_1624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561510652214914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yaya posing haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the jungle trekking and rest, the next programme was colouring &amp;amp; colaging contest and of course Yaya wanted to take part hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNbTL3YeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fkOUxm7-HOA/s1600-h/IMG_1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNbTL3YeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fkOUxm7-HOA/s320/IMG_1631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260570971147297250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNbyM4VnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/edmDqewEMQE/s1600-h/IMG_1632.jpg"&gt;     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNbyM4VnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/edmDqewEMQE/s320/IMG_1632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260570979473053298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yaya's busy creating art..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all the children had finish perfecting their works of art, an auction was held.  The money raised is to be donated straught to PSDM.  It was fun bidding for the children's art.  I 'bought two arts; Ain's art and who else, Yaya's art haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNcG30GOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WL3dntX9mgI/s1600-h/IMG_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNcG30GOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WL3dntX9mgI/s320/IMG_1634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260570985021839586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hahaha the ART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNcXuC7uI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rE7am_A9tYU/s1600-h/IMG_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQFNcXuC7uI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rE7am_A9tYU/s320/IMG_1635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260570989544271586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Group photo at the end of the event..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all I had a good time at the event..Woohoooo~~~(didn't know how to end the blog hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-157138649309242362?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/157138649309242362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=157138649309242362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/157138649309242362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/157138649309242362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/10/frim-sife-psdm-experience.html' title='FRIM-SIFE-PSDM Experience...'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SQEwvPEnTQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCRdDnEivdk/s72-c/IMG_1588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-3787789194141734511</id><published>2008-10-21T11:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:10:11.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Speaking..'/><title type='text'>Remember Why; Never Forget..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember why I hold your hand and move it ever so slightly..&lt;br /&gt;It's to remind you I'm real and I won't leave you...&lt;br /&gt;Remember why I look into your eyes and smile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;owh&lt;/span&gt; so brightly..&lt;br /&gt;It's because you're the sun that lights up my day...&lt;br /&gt;Remember why I hug you and keep you near so tightly..&lt;br /&gt;It's for you to feel safe, free from any worries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget that we're together..&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not near you...&lt;br /&gt;Never forget that my love is forever..&lt;br /&gt;Even though Time may be gray...&lt;br /&gt;Never forget that we'll get through all kinds of weather..&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're affected by a touch of breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember why..&lt;br /&gt;Never forget..&lt;br /&gt;That I love you..&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-3787789194141734511?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/3787789194141734511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=3787789194141734511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3787789194141734511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/3787789194141734511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember-why-never-forget.html' title='Remember Why; Never Forget..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-7422409246869103006</id><published>2008-09-15T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:05:31.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>A New Lease of Light..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ehem&lt;/span&gt;..Well let's draw the focus away from the err well miserable post and lets think about the future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  I had a great weekend future-wise.  Let me share the things that unfolded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my mum, President of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Persatuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sindrom&lt;/span&gt; Down Malaysia( would link you to the website but currently it's still a work in progress ), invited me and a bunch of my friends to break fast with them at the centre.  The thing that got me excited was that it was the First event that bought my darling(kisses to her) and my family together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; ya i know it doesn't really sound like a good material but if it matters to me then it is good material, in fact it is a GREAT material &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;huahuahua&lt;/span&gt;..err as i was saying....yea..I actually just wanted to see how my darling reacted to the whole situation, just want to see a reaction, maybe a bit of awkwardness here and there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but it all went 'boringly' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; she was just normal and no, there was no awkward silence.   The thing that made me happy was that, at that very moment, i can actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;visualize&lt;/span&gt; her as part of the family and the person that i worried the most, well worried about she accepting my darling, she meaning my mum, did one thing that made me smile all the way when i heard about it.  My mum actually announced that my darling was my girlfriend to people.  That to me showed her acceptance ( i think..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) and that really made my day.  When we got home I found out another thing..My darling was actually nervous during the event &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; she was just as great of an actor as me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; silly darling..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;muahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I had attended a talk hosted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;UNITAR's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SIFE&lt;/span&gt;(Students in Free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Enterprise&lt;/span&gt;) and given by Nicholas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;.  I was actually curious about the board game Zeros to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Heros&lt;/span&gt; and that was actually my main purpose in going to the event but as soon as it all started i began to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;immerse&lt;/span&gt; myself with the talk.  It was really an eye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;opener&lt;/span&gt; and the talk brought out the confidence in me to pursue my goal and objective in life which is to open up a lodging business with my friends.  Beforehand, I had the destination, now i can see the road to get there,  all i need now is the car or bus or train whatever mode of transportation that can get me to my destination.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt; was there also and i can't help to be excited for him to because he was so excited after the talk.  Buzzing all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; In a way I think he is starting to believe that our lodging business idea thing is achievable and there is nothing that we can't do.  I believe the quotes below applies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You are only as small as you think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you think you can, you can..If you think you can't, you're right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; well that sums up my happy and fruitful weekend, will write more in the future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; already.  No need to worry just needed to release that's all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;TGIB&lt;/span&gt; ( Thank God its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-7422409246869103006?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/7422409246869103006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=7422409246869103006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7422409246869103006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7422409246869103006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-lease-of-light.html' title='A New Lease of Light..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-715020347706463194</id><published>2008-09-11T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:05:18.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Asked..</title><content type='html'>I'm suppose to be in uni right now but I've decided not to go.  It'll be as though I'm not there if i went anyway.  I'll accept any consequences that is to come from my decision for right now, at this very instance, I'm not at the best frame of mind.  My mind wandered all day and all night, aimlessly not knowing the purpose of such expedition.  One thing is clear though, as write this entry..I can feel that my heart had sunk to the most darkest of depths.  Last night i had a dream.  A dream so sad that when i woke up tears flowed endlessly.  Writing seems hard for every word though not clear, has my sadness embedded into each and every one of them.  As if writing my final words on this earth, that is how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often in the past likened myself to a clown.  Entertaining is my calling but clowns do feel lonely.  I feel lonely.  I may put on a straight face and be indifferent to words, all kind of words from pleasing to killing, but to tell the truth I did react.  Every stab, every wound opened, every one of them reaches my heart without any shield to deflect or protect it and yet I smile.  For our bond, i kept on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do you feel my pain??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been twenty two years and this year is my darkest.  Filled with sadness, hate and self-repulse.  If it was not for efforts from those i care about, i would surely be lifeless and lay there breathless choked by expectations and pressure.  A man of extremes, that's who i am.  It brings me great happiness that i have friends such as all of you but it also brings me the greatest of sorrow when what i say is not heard.  Talk to the wall, an act i've been accustommed to.  Oh how i wish that the wall can respond for i am truly lonely.  Call me selfish, I don't care and I sometimes seemed needy but that is how I am.  All I want is to be heard, that is all i want, that is all i need because i I really feel as though I am alone in this big and sometimes cruel world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do you really care how I feel??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I sit here pouring my feelings out, my mind wandered again.  Am I the cause, am I the factor that made our group of friends to slowly diminish. Am i Scrooge, am I the Grinch.  Rayme, Satya, Ann all had connection with me one way or another.  Was I the one who broke the chain?  Was I the one who influenced the way of thinking?  Was I the bad guy?  Somehow I do feel the answers to all the questions is yes and if so,  I'm truly bad in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm sad, I'm really in deep melancholy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry for all that i've done..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for asking too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Yours&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-715020347706463194?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/715020347706463194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=715020347706463194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/715020347706463194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/715020347706463194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/09/much-asked.html' title='Much Asked..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-6283305690301233847</id><published>2008-09-09T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:29:08.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the end of the 'vacation'..Finally</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I've written any kind of post what so ever(yea i know its a common theme when it comes to me..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) but the time and mood was not there for me to conjure up any kind of material.  Tonight i felt like it, felt like sharing, expressing and simply paint my feelings on a blank page.  If my feelings were to be a painting, the canvas would be filled with colours of brown, grey, dashes of red and speckles of yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;, colour of Autumn and home of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;.  For the last nine long months, i was never my old self, my old bubbly self.  I was confined in a cage of responsibility and conflict.  Respect and Naivety got me there in the first place.  Led me straight into the trap that cost me my student livelihood.  Now that time had passed, I look back at those unending days.  Yes i did suffer to the point of breaking to pieces but in the end i thank god for giving me these challenges in life for it has given me the workout before my marathon of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;.  Neither white nor black, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; represents my&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; uncertainty&lt;/span&gt; in whether I can be the person i used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"After a long vacation your old self will be coming back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When i heard you said this my mind wondered whether he really is coming back or did he plan on abandoning the idea of returning from the get-go.  Somehow I can sense that he wont be coming back that soon.  Guess he's having a great time there wherever he is but i hope one day he would come back because my darling misses him and i would give anything just to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; has eluded me for more than half of my life but i finally caught up to her in the end.  Even if dark clouds were all about i knew ever present was the silver lining and that silver lining is u my darling, my beautiful darling.  You made my days seemed worth living and you're always there whenever i needed you.  I'm yours forever darling and i promise to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I LOVE YOU DARLING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;.  My journey in life is clearer than ever before.  Never did i imagine to be given the gift of sight.  Visions of my future are etched in the back of my mind.  From now on that is the finish line that i will run to.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; also represents &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt;, just like the sun hugging the earth that's how i felt.  My darling and friends were by my side all the way through my bad times and good.  Always there to lend a hand and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"We are here for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.  Tears of immense Joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are My Friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-6283305690301233847?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/6283305690301233847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=6283305690301233847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6283305690301233847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/6283305690301233847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/09/nearing-end-of-vacationfinally.html' title='Nearing the end of the &apos;vacation&apos;..Finally'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-8619982839250084629</id><published>2008-06-15T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:00:48.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Letter to You..</title><content type='html'>'Its been 3 months already, I'm wishing for 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;30 years..&lt;br /&gt;If possible 300 years with you..&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see those few lines makes my heart melt, to feel it makes my life heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been oblivious all my life. I was living a carefree life, minding my own business without any sense of purpose in life. But at that time, that very moment when those few meaningful lines sank into my heart..I knew.. I knew that now i have a goal, a vision of my life. It was to love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we've chosen a difficult route in life, with all the bumps and obstacles along the way but with just a glance of your smile everything seems alright..every worry seemed to disappear..like spilled water in the desert every bit of doubt fades away..You know me inside out...And I appreciate you..I promise to cherish you for all time my darling..My beautiful and lovely darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that in life God created equal partner for men..Well i can truly say that i've found mine..I love you darling..Love you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-8619982839250084629?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/8619982839250084629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=8619982839250084629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8619982839250084629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/8619982839250084629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/06/letter-to-you.html' title='Letter to You..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-7721823416165511539</id><published>2008-04-06T19:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:23:23.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now thats what i call a weekend!! haha pt1</title><content type='html'>Saturday 5/4/08~&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait for the weekend...after a week of slaving, complaining, arguing, agreeing, thinking and all d ing's that u could come up with, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;issie&lt;/span&gt; needs a day to spend with the love of his life, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Joule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;promised her to out for a movie and bring her out to shop for her shoes...sooooooooo this is how the story goes...Once upon a time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_jpc5E2vCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fzROCNPh0ZA/s1600-h/DSC04560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_jpc5E2vCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fzROCNPh0ZA/s320/DSC04560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186151653483920418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_jrh5E2vDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eA4BSVI-sn8/s1600-h/julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_jrh5E2vDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eA4BSVI-sn8/s320/julie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186153938406521906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;It began with a funny story actually..haha i didn't know that my place(Subang that is) looks different in the daylight compared to night time..Apparently joule lost her way a bit haha had to call me also to confirm where exactly is my house(not kutuking) ..hahah asked her to come in first cos i was not ready yet...and is it a crime to get ready properly?? i call it being a perfectionist(which is true) bt she said i was being a woman(which is totally untrue..blekk)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After d name calling thingy...we went straight to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Pyramid&lt;/span&gt; cos Saturday mah..so when got the ticket adi went 2 KFC for our lunch..had Chicken Rice...apparently tat day i wasn't chinese looking enough...y u might ask...cos only got 1 set of fork and spoon..!!!!..me le?? was my malay side showing tat obvious ah?? sooooooo im malay den i proly just use my hand 2 eat ah??!! hmmmmm come 2 think about it...it wasn't a big issue oso hahahah u had 2 b there la i guess hahahahaha ehem...moving on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat we got a whole lot of time 2 spare...so walked around summore...joule was searching 4 her shoes...issie in d mean time was searching for errr well issie la..issie was searching for 'issie' hahaha want 2 knw what or who is '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;issie'&lt;/span&gt;?? scroll down summore(if u c him adi den err...just scroll down damit..hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_jzfpE2vEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aTFQkH-adeY/s1600-h/DSC04579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_jzfpE2vEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aTFQkH-adeY/s320/DSC04579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186162695844838466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'issie'(parquet floor nt included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised joule adi tat i was getting it..wouldn't b happy if din get it 4 her den cos i donno when i'll b there again oso woh...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;27 dresses&lt;/span&gt;...the time was&gt;&gt; err 2?? yea 2 ahha ehem..joule's been wanting 2 go c tat movie 4 a long time...so being a great guy n a gentleman, issie gladly ajak her 2 go c..hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~Bennie and the Jets....bennie!! BENNIE!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was good, it turned out great cos i was sitting nex 2 my beautiful girl..haha was laughing out loud apparently nt at her bt d movie ofcs(who knws la kan ;p)..was feeling sorry oso amidst d happiness...was feeling sorry joule cos ter hit her head so many time when want 2 cuddle..i should whack my arm...WHACK...ok im back..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooo u made tis far ah?? hahaha den i need 2 congratulate u for nt being asleep or tortured 2 death by my lame post..haha n its nt finished yet oso hahaha so here we go again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after d movie we went around summore was planning to buy a present 4 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rishi&lt;/span&gt;'s(one of my bestie) birthday...rem tat he wanted more shirts and couldn't find time to buy dem...soooooo couldn't let d chance go 2 waste..we searched high n low for it..well nt really la just searched at jusco...hahahha so finally bought him a green shirt with tie summore..it was RM39.00 which is quite cheap woh..eh..n tat reminds me i need 2 pay sum1 sum money...ceh hw can i 4get la..haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around 2 search 4 joule's shoes summore(is it me or did i say walked around so many times adi hahaha) while waiting 4 chrissie(joule's bestie n my extended SIS apparently haha) 2 finish her movie...bt den was tired walking adi so we stopped n sat on a bench..to me tis was my favourite part of the day....we were sharing stories..exchanging glances..laughing, smiling and just being with each other..ahha reminds me everytime of the 1st day we talked underneath the moonlight..actually...i think these talk 'session' brought me closer to joule cos i get 2 knw more about her n love her more 4 tat...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love u Joule&lt;/span&gt;(hahah saje.. d love was bursting out again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_kBvZE2vII/AAAAAAAAABY/1d6u29D_EbU/s1600-h/DSC04570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_kBvZE2vII/AAAAAAAAABY/1d6u29D_EbU/s320/DSC04570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186178359590567042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tat evening we(me joule n chrissie) went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Papa Rich&lt;/span&gt; 4 dinner...me n joule had err nasi goreng special?? err yeah2 Nasi goreng special ahhahaha please feel free 2 scroll 4 d pics guess it will tell u more about d dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_j_55E2vFI/AAAAAAAAABA/7JTUvZf8RtY/s1600-h/DSC04574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_j_55E2vFI/AAAAAAAAABA/7JTUvZf8RtY/s320/DSC04574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186176340955937874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_kAnpE2vGI/AAAAAAAAABI/Yf78XBFJ_4g/s1600-h/DSC04573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_kAnpE2vGI/AAAAAAAAABI/Yf78XBFJ_4g/s320/DSC04573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186177126934953058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joule had tis 2 drink...which was err what was it again...errr...i'll get back 2 u on tat hahaha or betta still ask her can oso hahaha...mine?? err its d all time favourite skyjuice ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_kBX5E2vHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAEdofx1DNI/s1600-h/DSC04575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_kBX5E2vHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pAEdofx1DNI/s320/DSC04575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186177955863641202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think tats all 4 nw la hahaha guess i'll continue sunday stuff nex time la k ahhah till nex time~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-7721823416165511539?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/7721823416165511539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=7721823416165511539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7721823416165511539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/7721823416165511539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-thats-what-i-call-weekend-haha-pt1.html' title='Now thats what i call a weekend!! haha pt1'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_jpc5E2vCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fzROCNPh0ZA/s72-c/DSC04560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-432453174029785585</id><published>2008-03-29T15:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:23:23.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when you look me in the eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literally Speaking..'/><title type='text'>Ode to a Beautiful Girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And tell me that you love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When you're right here by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I catch a glimpse of heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I find my paradise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When you look me in the ey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;es. (When You Look Me in the Eyes, Jonas Brothers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its been a while since i smiled so wide and laughed so hard and most of it is with You...&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, sitting in reflection and stumbling in attempting to catch what ever warmth that You have blessed me with...&lt;br /&gt;i was once lost in the Forest of Uncertainties, going round in circles never seeing the light and still Melancholy burdens me like weights chained to my tired soul, but then You came...&lt;br /&gt;You came with a smile and banished all my sadness and fears away..&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes brought light to my darkened days and in an instant Melancholy gave way to her kin Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not show most of my feelings to the world but i cant help it when it comes to You..&lt;br /&gt;You brin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g out the child in me and just like a clown Your attention fills me with ecstasy...&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden i've became acquainted with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and friends with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i really do love You..&lt;br /&gt;i love You with all my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i would do anything just to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Forget Pain and Sadness...&lt;br /&gt;For i am here always...&lt;br /&gt;by Your side always.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my Love..&lt;br /&gt;my Life...&lt;br /&gt;my Beautiful Girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_OzKpE2vBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gznwSs56Qg8/s1600-h/DSC04528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_OzKpE2vBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gznwSs56Qg8/s320/DSC04528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184684591439854610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-432453174029785585?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/432453174029785585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=432453174029785585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/432453174029785585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/432453174029785585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/03/ode-to-beautiful-girl.html' title='Ode to a Beautiful Girl..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/R_OzKpE2vBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gznwSs56Qg8/s72-c/DSC04528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607524229999828843.post-2820183103290470729</id><published>2008-03-29T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:34:34.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oit..Leading a more stressful lifestyle nowadays..soooo thought this would help in relieving some of them...lets just say its a bit of therapy for issie which evidently rhymes huahuahua..err ehem..as u can c from the post-stress trauma, issie needs this haha well just an introductory thingy..hope 2 bring forth more demons or even some good stuff in here sooooooo for those reading this please wait for the loading screen(if it didn't came out then just imagine it k) haha i always say my life is a drama so some things are bound to happen whether it be humiliating, sad, silly or just plain ecstasy, so keep on hoping haha and this is a bit of info please use your imagination when reading some of my stuff, i like the idea of having Keats(thats John Keats if you're wondering) application in my writing to give it more impact haha ok enough of my blabbering, just like the those famous words of the often hard-to-spell terminator ehem I'll be back(with d whole accent thingy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607524229999828843-2820183103290470729?l=issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/feeds/2820183103290470729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607524229999828843&amp;postID=2820183103290470729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2820183103290470729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607524229999828843/posts/default/2820183103290470729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issiecomeissiego.blogspot.com/2008/03/beginning.html' title='The Beginning..'/><author><name>IssiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243201975501208632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwBAY9APr4E/SPdJwU_bp6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1VZe1W3w74/S220/DSC04871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
