<?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-32521142</id><updated>2011-10-17T00:24:02.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alt-Eika</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1910799750629768508</id><published>2011-04-01T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:53:07.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been way too long since i last updated this blogger. I've been really busy. Eversince Nur Adam Bin Mohammad Al-Hafizd was born, my world revolves around him only. Even when im dead tired, just by looking at his cheeky smile, makes my day. At 2 months old, i can called him a smart baby. He can already say..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"ehbooo" - ibu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"haaaaaayyaaaaah" - ayah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;goat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"meekkkkkk" - mek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds impossible for a 2mths old baby? But thats a reality. I was shocked too infact others wont believe me until they hear it for themselves. anyways, let's cut short and i shall share with you my labour story. here goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was my 40th week checkup. i was already experiencing mild contractions for about 10-15mins apart. They warded me in and was hoping for the show to happen. Cervix was checked and im only 1cm dilated. Since im already full term, i requested for induction. Gynae refused to induce me as she wants me to have natural induction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th Januay 2010&lt;/strong&gt; Another waiting day. Gynae still contemplating to induce me although im very certain about it. Like hello?!?! Im already experiencing contractions like mad and you still wants me to play the waiting game? So they decided to wait for another night and will proceed with the induction the next morning. Great! another day in the hospital = more bills! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th January 2010 (9am)&lt;/strong&gt; i was wheeled to the delivery suite for induction. 2hrs later, i can feel the contractions is getting more frequent but it is still bearable. Cervix checked, still 1cm! So i request to go for a walk and have my breakfast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5pm)&lt;/strong&gt; Went to delivery suite again to check on my cervix and im only 1.5cm!! i feel so devastated! i couldnt control anymore and asked for laughing gas. I was high but it didnt help with the pain. I gave up and try to sleep. I was happy cause while sleeping, i dont feel any contractions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(9pm)&lt;/strong&gt; Still 1.5cm! i feel like ripping the gynae's body apart and feel like kicking her! In my heart, are you sure im still 1.5? it's been 12hrs!!!!!!! i was already formed up like a prawn!!! Even my husband's constant words doesnt do any justice. i was crying and crying. The best part? Laughing gas doesnt help me at all!!!!! i request for epidural but gynae doesnt consent me yet cause my waterbag hasnt broke. my goodness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th January 2011 (12am)&lt;/strong&gt; Finally my cervix is opening up slowly. I was already 2cm. I was crying like mad already. Didnt stop with my dzikir. Silently, i was hoping that Allah can just stop my sufferings by taking my life away. I was at the verge of giving up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3am)&lt;/strong&gt; I was already 3cm dilated. They broke my waterbag and i asked for epidural. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5am)&lt;/strong&gt; Already 5cm but they still havnt provide me with epidural cause they couldnt detect baby's heartbeat. They insert camera through vagina to see how baby is coping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(6.45)&lt;/strong&gt; Male gynae came in and said that baby is not doing good cause everytime during contraction, his cord tightens over his neck and he is struggling. So, they have to perform emergency c-sect. Hubby cried cause he couldnt be there with me. I was already in daze after battling with the contractions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7am) &lt;/strong&gt;i was already in the operating theatre. They gave me a gas and i was knocked out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7.18am)&lt;/strong&gt; Nur Adam Bin Mohammad Al-Hafizd was born safely with the weight of 3.4kg and the rest was history. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was such a long journey but looking at my newborn and seeing him growing up in front of my eyes is such a wonderful journey. I thank Allah for this precious gift. Baby, dont grow up too fast. in a blink of an eye, u're already 2mths old. Slow down darling. Ibu and Ayah loves u alot chubchub! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/?action=view&amp;amp;current=newborn-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 608px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/newborn-1.jpg" width="411" height="626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1dayold.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 415px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/1dayold.jpg" width="307" height="656" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2weeksold.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 396px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/2weeksold.jpg" width="484" height="437" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/?action=view&amp;amp;current=littlecommando.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 513px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/littlecommando.jpg" width="371" height="585" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/?action=view&amp;amp;current=littlecommando.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/?action=view&amp;amp;current=littlebotak.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 538px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/littlebotak.jpg" width="371" height="714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cukurrambut.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 537px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/cukurrambut.jpg" width="368" height="653" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1910799750629768508?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1910799750629768508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1910799750629768508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1910799750629768508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1910799750629768508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-way-too-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3638252715779711962</id><published>2010-12-01T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:18:02.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Around this time last year, me and the hubby was anxiously waiting for our wedding. Now, we are anxiously waiting on the arrival of our little hero. Coming to 33 weeks now, approximately im left with 3 weeks more to anticipate my 9 months pregnancy and 4 weeks for my baby to be in full term. By end of this month and year, i'll be sitting at home and  wait for any "show" that is going to happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesternight, me and the hubby had a very long conversation about our milestone. Im proud to say that at this young age, we have achieved a lot of things and pretty much settled down. We are more or less secured a proper base for our future. Alhamdulillah, we have secured a proper abode (that will be fully furnished insyaallah by 2014 or maybe earlier),  job and a perfect family i can call on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of our friends does not understand when we said we are financially tight. Many remarks have been given as if we are not prepared when we wanted to get married at an early age. Truth to be told, you guys just dont understand. It's not a mistake to get married early, it's not a mistake for me to get pregnant right after we are married and it's not even a mistake when we purchased a flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we are married, we have already mentally prepared of all the things that are going to cost us. By saying we are financially tight, doesnt mean that we have no savings or money. We still get to dine at a posh restaurant and splurge once in a while. By financially tight, what we meant was we do not want to spend our money unnecessarily as the money that we have is going to be spend to something that is gonna secure us a better future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of you can save let's say $500 per month consistently? Some people cant even set aside $10 per month ok. Trust me it's hard but when you've got hold of it, im sure you can manage it. Nothing is impossible. Me and hubby are not like some typical M&amp;amp;Ms who got married early but does not plan for the future. We aretotally opposite from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who says i dont have the urge to spend? Hey, im still young and i also wants my wardrobe to be filled with updated clothes. But who cares now? I dont even care whether my clothes are outdated or something. What i want now is to save as much as i can for our future house, medical bills, child and insyaallah a yearly trip with my family. Isn't that just great? Both the hubby and me targeted about 5-6 years before we can finally enjoy fully without having to think so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd rather scrimp and save now than having to suffer in the future. At least by the time the flat is fully furnished, i'll be 26-27 years old. While others starts to crack their head to save for weddings and house, i'll be enjoying my life with the hubby and child insyaallah. By that time, can i smirk at all of you who is currently always giving negative comments and remarks to us young couples? cause while we have secured so much things at a young age, you guys just started to build sandcastle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, i sounded so snobbish but it's kind of irritating and it hurts when you guys just dont understand our sacrifices. Not all young couples couldnt make it through the end. We have vision too and we want everything to be as perfect as we can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3638252715779711962?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3638252715779711962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3638252715779711962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3638252715779711962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3638252715779711962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/12/around-this-time-last-year-me-and-hubby.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5064911448712836944</id><published>2010-10-24T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:59:57.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since i last blogged and there's a lot of things to be shared upon. It is just that i dont know where to start with. I hardly log in to blogger neither do i bloghopped. I think after years of blogging, i do get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see from the countdown ticker, im left with approx 12 weeks to go. Im at my 27 weeks now n trust me time really flies fast. Bby is doing good alhamdulillah n ive gained 10kgs since i first got pregnant. Wish me luck in losing weight during post pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my latest self n i hope i could sail thru the rest of e weeks smoothly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TMfNtJvhv5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MhZBCyydPtI/s1600/33930_446119148450_647038450_5276237_1738428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TMfNtJvhv5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MhZBCyydPtI/s400/33930_446119148450_647038450_5276237_1738428_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532616842841014162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5064911448712836944?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5064911448712836944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5064911448712836944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5064911448712836944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5064911448712836944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while-since-i-last-blogged-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TMfNtJvhv5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MhZBCyydPtI/s72-c/33930_446119148450_647038450_5276237_1738428_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7927801967206243261</id><published>2010-09-13T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:38:11.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TI4IrGw8ZbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/O7lwg8e5Ip4/s1600/boy_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516356130218730930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TI4IrGw8ZbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/O7lwg8e5Ip4/s400/boy_bear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes people! We're expecting a baby boy! *throws confetti* Actually i have already this guts feeling that it will be a boy since day 1 but i tried to keep it to myself as i don't mind whether it is a boy or a girl. As long as baby is healthy and well formed, i am very much thankful. Like hello, we're not in the olden days whereby gender matters so much. Even a girl can be independent on her ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's move on to the scanning part. I was getting a lil bit impatient cause the gynae was taking a long time to scan the gender. She kept on fiddling to check the head circumference, kidney, heart chamber and etc. Ok, my bad cause i'd really want to know the gender badly. It's not her fault as she needs to do a thorough check-up on baby's position and stuffs. I should have slap myself just now. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then move on to baby's thigh and let us know the length and stuffs when i asked the gynae by pointing to the screen, "is that a boy?" The gynae was stunned and asked, "yeah! how do you know?" Well i told her it seems like a penis to me and balls are bulging out. Hahahahaha. She laughed and jokingly said, "you can really read the ultrasound." Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and i was so delighted that i kept on visualising his penis. Yeah, pervert mummy i am but i cant help it that im the first to notice his balls and penis, ok. Gynae tried to focus on his face and it was captured that he was kissing the placenta. This cheeky boy ah! Even the gynae said, "Look! He's kissing the placenta!" Lol. There's even 1 moment when gynae tried to focus on his face and baby turned to us and give a KISS!! Hilarious!! So cheeky! Must be inherited by the father. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby was spotted kissing his placenta. Cheeky cheeky boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TI4I0r9NvkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/k2FOjWTubTI/s1600/Lil+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516356294821133890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TI4I0r9NvkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/k2FOjWTubTI/s400/Lil+A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After which, we headed to Marina and i bought baby mittens. I can't help it lah! Too happy with the news especially when we got to know that baby is all fine after the scan. For now, we can start calling him by his name. Love it when he responses to whatever we trying to talk to him. So clever. That's mummy's boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7927801967206243261?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7927801967206243261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7927801967206243261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7927801967206243261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7927801967206243261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-people-were-expecting-baby-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TI4IrGw8ZbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/O7lwg8e5Ip4/s72-c/boy_bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5774619988667268390</id><published>2010-08-04T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:48:36.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being a housewife isn't a bad thing actually (only when it comes to the income part). Surprisingly, i didnt miss anything about my work. Im doing well currently and so is baby. Im in my 15 weeks coming to 16 weeks now. how fast can it be. this fri will marks my 4th month being pregnant with the lil one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i can feel like small butterflies in my tummy. Doc said, it's my lil peanut. I will feel the kick in about 2 months time. how exciting. The ayah has been religiously talking to the lil one and he claimed there's a response everytime when he talks about FOOD (so typical lah this baby. mcm bapaknya). The ayah said that he will hear a small thud sound everytime s/he responses to his talkings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's true, i wanna hear too!! so exciting can? My lil bump has yet to be seen and i dont look pregnant at all! Hubby's colleague who is 1 month pregnant ahead of me, has a big tummy already. To convince myself, i told the hubby that baby is slim and wants to maintain his/her figure. Hubby called me nonsense. Hello! I cant possibly grow my tummy overnight what! as long as baby is healthy, i cant be bothered whether my bump can be seen or not. If the hubby is still worried, i will just buy a basketball and put under my shirt. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my tummy hurts alot and got to know that baby is too low than where it should be. so had a lil massage from the massueue and now baby is in the right position. Please don't scare me baby. Currently im losing weight instead of gaining those pounds. Kind of worried but happy at the same time. Worried that baby dont get enough nutritions (which ain't true lah) and happy cause i don't have to worry much about losing weight during post pregnancy (which is lame thoughts cause i can just gain weight at any time of the pregnancy what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant wait to reach my 20 weeks cause then, we'll get to know about the gender before we starts shopping for the lil one. Hopefully baby will co-operate with us. so baby. enjoy your moments inside here k cause Ibu is enjoying every moments having you inside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5774619988667268390?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5774619988667268390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5774619988667268390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5774619988667268390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5774619988667268390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-housewife-isnt-bad-thing-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6684448370764490577</id><published>2010-07-10T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:38:45.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my 3rd month check-up. I was very nervous and didnt know what to expect although this is not my first time having ultrasound. I was wondering how does my baby looks like and will it still look very small from the last time i had my ultrasound. I was praying that baby is growing well despite my constant vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs accompanied me to the room and the gynae put some gel onto my tummy before she began with the ultrasound. Both me and hubs were so excited and all prasies to Allah when we saw lil peanut kept on jumping inside my womb. Lil peanut kept on sucking the thumb on and off and baby did wave both hands to us. So cute and adorable. Amazing. I didn''t know baby has grown quite big despite me throwing out whatever i've consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gynae tried to focus to lil peanut's face but failed. Gynae even said that baby is too shy. Hahahaha. How cute. From what i know, baby had the Ayah's nose and Ibu's long legs. I kept on visualizing how baby kept on jumping. It touches my heart. I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going into the 2nd trimester and i can see a lot of differences. Lesser vomitting and high appetite. I was shocked that i lost 1 kg in 1st trimester. Still, i think baby is still alright from the ultrasound. Im going for my next check-up in September. So here is Eikafizd's Junior Sneak preview to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TDgVPqTPQbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2_rN96apffk/s1600/36965_411318068450_647038450_4520050_6686853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492163104375521714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TDgVPqTPQbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2_rN96apffk/s400/36965_411318068450_647038450_4520050_6686853_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6684448370764490577?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6684448370764490577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6684448370764490577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6684448370764490577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6684448370764490577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-was-my-3rd-month-check-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TDgVPqTPQbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2_rN96apffk/s72-c/36965_411318068450_647038450_4520050_6686853_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7530133099628407839</id><published>2010-07-08T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:46:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow marks my 12th Week in pregnancy and im sailing through myself to the 2nd trimester, Alhamdulillah. Morning sickness has subsided a bit although it still occurs at odd times. Still, it's not that bad to be compared to the 1st trimester. Im sure NOT going to miss the morning sickness. Cravings for foods have started to sink in. Now im craving for chilli crabs. Husband, please take note of your wifey cravings. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be our monthly check-up and im excited to see how baby is developing. I just hope he is still not that small due to my constant vomitting. And............................... i might just be a SAHM soon. We'll see how. Update again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7530133099628407839?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7530133099628407839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7530133099628407839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7530133099628407839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7530133099628407839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrow-marks-my-12th-week-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5002921554558800235</id><published>2010-06-30T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:20:12.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I first had a miscarriage in April 2010, I thought that it is the end of the world. I blame myself for everything and I felt so useless especially when I am almost bedridden. Silly me. Although the pregnancy only lasted me for 5-6 weeks only, I sure had a great time experiencing every single thing. I went for the traditional Malay massage for 3 times and my masseuse advised me not to conceive for the next 3 months. My heart sank when I heard that but I have to agree with her that I need to get myself recuperated back so that there won’t be any complications in the next pregnancy. And so, I did not think of getting pregnant again straight away. I just want to get better especially my backache which I suffered the most during the miscarriage period till I can’t walk. I’m grateful that I have supports from both my family and in-laws. I think without their supports, I would have been drowned with depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 9th May 2010, I was waiting and hoping for my period to come but it didn’t. So I thought maybe after the miscarriage, my period would turn irregular and haywire. Told the hubs and he said to wait a few more days. Maybe it’s due to my miscarriage. I bluntly asked him what if I’m pregnant again. He told me that he didn’t want to put any high hopes unless it is confirm. From there I knew that the hubs is still sad over the previous pregnancy. I waited for the next 5 days, but it didn’t come yet. I was wondering why. I asked my mum and she too said, maybe due to my miscarriage. I thought heck, I will test for it next week if it didn’t come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when I was about to have my shower, I have a sudden intuition to test for it. I think it’s the maternal instinct but I still would not want to put any high hopes. Since I have a spare of pregnancy test kit, I thought why not I just test it out now. Positive or negative, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I know the result, I’m happy with it. So, I urine and test it using Clear Blue. I was closing my eyes throughout the process. I don’t know why, don’t ask me. When I open my eyes, to my astonishment it was a positive sign. I was in a state of denials for a mere 3 minutes and I thought that the test kit was faulty. I stare at it with my trembling hands. I quickly clean myself and ran out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TCqaXerkm3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jLbJq-faPXs/s1600/IMG00107-20100514-2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488368824067857266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TCqaXerkm3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jLbJq-faPXs/s400/IMG00107-20100514-2026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouted out for my hubs and mum. My hubs thought I shouted his name cause’ there were cockroaches or something but when I showed him and mum my test kit, he turned blur. Both of them were shocked especially my hubs. He was in a state of denials for about 10 freaking minutes! Maybe because he didn’t expected me to conceive that fast. So to double confirm check again, the hubs went down to buy 2 more pregnancy test kit and both showed positive line. We were so grateful to Allah. We lost something but he replaced us with a new precious. Called MIL to inform and surprisingly MIL has suspected it already. She told us that for that one whole day, she felt nauseating and lost of appetite. She told my FIL that maybe I’m pregnant. Gosh! What a telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later mum suffered from a sudden stroke. She was admitted to hospital and I went to the hospital religiously. I think I overworked my body too much and I didn’t realize that I’m actually pregnant. I found spotting in the morning and my heart race 10000 times. Told the hubs and we quickly went to polyclinic for a check. My mind was not at ease. The doc instructed us to immediately go to hospital as it was a threatened abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to A&amp;amp;E. Doc tried to do a vagina scan but could not detect any sac. I was 5 weeks pregnant then and it should show some sac but failed. Took Blood test and was wheeled to observation ward alone while waiting for the blood test results. A few hours later, a nurse came and told me that my HCG Level is very high and it just means that I’m pregnant. They wanted to do another ultrasound. If it can’t be seen again, I would have to go through an abortion as it will be an ectopic pregnancy. I was so tensed up and I’m shivering to myself. I told myself repeatedly that I don’t want to lose this little precious of mine again. NOT again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TCqaX8eigvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ILDsyxKtYv4/s1600/IMG00112-20100519-1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488368832066257650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TCqaX8eigvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ILDsyxKtYv4/s400/IMG00112-20100519-1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wheeled to Antenatal Diagnostic Centre. Hubs was there with me and I know he is so worried too but tries to look calm. Went in for another vagina scan and this time it was done by a professor. 5 minutes later, they confirm that they found a small sac. I was so thankful to Allah for answering to my prayers and heave a sigh of relief. Hubs was so delighted with the news and his face perks up at an instant. I was discharged from A&amp;amp;E and while waiting for my medications, hubs was tearing. He said he can’t believe he’s going to be a father soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Weeks later I was to go for the 2nd check-up to see how baby is developing. Went in and I was so shocked to see baby has grown from a small sac to a small fetus. Showed hubs the printed sonogram and he was so happy. I just want to thank Allah for giving me this greatest gift to me and family. My mum has showed great progress and I hope she will recover fast. 1 more week before I can end my 1st trimester and I hope everything will goes on smoothly. Thank you Allah. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5002921554558800235?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5002921554558800235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5002921554558800235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5002921554558800235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5002921554558800235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-first-had-miscarriage-in-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/TCqaXerkm3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jLbJq-faPXs/s72-c/IMG00107-20100514-2026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3093302795406387114</id><published>2010-06-18T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:28:36.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do read our little peanut story. Click &lt;a href="http://www.the-little-peanut.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. A story of our little precious. I will blogged my first experience when i got to know im pregnant for the 2nd time. The little peanut's blog is for his/her experience. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3093302795406387114?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3093302795406387114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3093302795406387114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3093302795406387114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3093302795406387114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-read-our-little-peanut-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3646535520769267901</id><published>2010-05-29T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:29:18.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been the tough journey in my life so far. It tested my patience and strength a lot. I squeezed too many juices but it left me almost to none. But i should thank my hubz for being my main pillar for me to lean on and stand strong to go through this obstacle. It was very weird. Our family was so happy at one moment after hearing a good news and a few days later we were drown into tears. GOD is really testing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope Allah will give me enough strength and patience to go through this sincerely and whatever me and my man have dream for will grow without any obstacles too. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3646535520769267901?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3646535520769267901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3646535520769267901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3646535520769267901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3646535520769267901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-has-been-tough-journey-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5858863246899956699</id><published>2010-05-09T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:57:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 523px" height="683" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG00016-20100403-2041.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 515px" height="654" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG00008-20100403-2040.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me when i was 6 weeks pregnant before i lost it. The only pictures i have for my keeping sake, for my remembrance of the eikafizd's junior. Suddenly i miss bringing that bulging tummy with me everywhere i go. Although i dread with the cravings, weird attitude and morning sickness, i tend to miss it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful feeling having to experience it. I swear it worths more than my branded goods. When i was having a miscarriage, both my mother and mother in-law put lots of attention to me especially with their concern. They would do anything to put off my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when i know and understand a mum's feeling towards her children. Eventhough i didn't manage to hit to the 2nd trimester, i thank Allah for giving me this opportunity to experience this kind of feeling. I also would like to thank my mother and mother inlaw for your love, care and concern that have been showed to me all these while. Happy mother's day to mak and ibu. Being a mother is the most greatest job in the whole wide world. i love you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5858863246899956699?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5858863246899956699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5858863246899956699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5858863246899956699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5858863246899956699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-me-when-i-was-6-weeks-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5048269850024655668</id><published>2010-04-27T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:03:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People said I’m stubborn but do you guys know how much I’m actually suffering? Well because I don’t want to look like a sick bird being trapped in the cage, I decided to put back all my strength and force to overcome my pain. So on Sunday, we had a wedding escort from West Coast to Marsiling and back to West Coast. Yes it was a VERY long journey. It was all fun although the backache didn’t show any mercy to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the escort, the Karisma-rians had nowhere to go and so we decided to chill by the bay. Suddenly I saw one uncle selling KITES! My initial intention was to buy the kite for my primary school reunion next week as we are going for kite flying. BUT as you know how eager and excited the karisma-rians were, they decided to fly my kite. Hahahaha. We’ve tried so many times to fly the kite but to no avail mainly because we didn’t know the correct method. Upon seeing how eager we were, Kai, Shereen &amp;amp; Azfar bought a kite and theirs fly at an instant. ME, the clever one thought the kite was small enough and that’s why it couldn’t fly, bought another kite which is much bigger. Hahahahahaha. Still, it couldn’t fly. OMG!!! At last, the uncle who sold the kites came to our rescue. He taught us the correct method and walaaaa!!! It was flying so damn high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to see my kite flying so high and so I decided to challenge with Kai’s team. I got hubz to buy me another long string. So we had a tag team. 1st team: Kai, Azfar, Nas. 2nd team: Me, hubz, iman and Meon. We were tying the strings and releasing it slowly until there was a great downpour. The rest of people who was flying kites with us decided to call it a quit and find a shelter to rest but being the ever so jakun and eager the karisma-rians were, we still continued playing in the rain. Trust me; there were a lot of spectators watching us flying the kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so engrossed till we didn’t managed to tie the end knots of the strings to the roller (I don’t know what it is called lah) and our kites flew away. Funny meon tried to run for it. Hahahaha. But I was sad that my kite flew just like that. We gave up and went to Kai’s team. Little did we know that our kites got entangled to Kai’s kite. Hahaha. So damn lucky! “Kalau dah satu team tu, satu team jugak! Hahahaha.” – that what kai said. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, both of our kites slowly lowering and land on one of the trees. Being the sweetest man ever, my hubz got meon and iman to accompany him to get the kite for us. By the time, the rain has already stopped and we chilled around laughing at Macs. It was such an impromptu plan and best moments ever. Although we were all drenched, it was fabulous with great company. The aftermath was worst. I was screaming silently in pain because I was having a bad backache. Ya lah, haven’t recovered fully what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the effects I had after this miscarriage, I think I’m not ready to go through the process of being pregnant for now. Being pregnant is great but having motion sickness is whack! If I want to be pregnant, I wish I can get away with the morning sickness and all because the previous pregnancy I had, I just can’t take the torture of having morning sickness. Sungguh lembik! Tapi kalau ade rezeki, I will not tolak of course. For now, let me heal properly from the recent miscarriage and let me be a healthy bird first before conceiving again. Ok hubz?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5048269850024655668?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5048269850024655668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5048269850024655668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5048269850024655668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5048269850024655668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-said-im-stubborn-but-do-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1511831408459647793</id><published>2010-04-22T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:16:57.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder to myself whether I’m good enough to be a wife or in another words; to uphold that name with good responsibility. Sometimes I will probe myself with too many questions and ifs. Am I good enough to be his partner? Am I pretty enough? What if he founds someone better than me in the future? What if I can’t satisfy his needs and wants? Am I what he can see as a good role model to our future children? So many ifs, why and what coming in through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that doesn’t matter when I can see through his sincerity wanting me to be his wife. I can see his sad and worry expression when I was down with a __________ and the ____________ effects thereafter. I can see how he’s so determined to help me with every means and ways. I was taken aback to see his drastic change of attitude when he sees me suffering. With that, I tried to be chirpy again (although I was still in great pain) and tadaaaaaa!!!!!!! When he sees me becoming bubbly again, there he is back to his normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried sick looking at him being ever so moody. This is what we call, “susah senang biarlah kita bersama”. There are times when we are happy and there are times when we are sad. But I don’t want our sorrows to affect our daily lives and I’ve learnt from it. Thank you hubz and you should also know that I’ll always be there by your side supporting you in every ways I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not my first but you’re definitely my last. Insya’allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1511831408459647793?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1511831408459647793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1511831408459647793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1511831408459647793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1511831408459647793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-wonder-to-myself-whether-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5378522833911613683</id><published>2010-04-12T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:58:36.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is great now with having someone to share your joys and sorrows with. He has been a wonderful husband (although at times my wire can trip at a sudden – alah blom kahwin pon gua punya wire dah banyak kali trip) and a helpful husband too (although at times dia suka menyakat – like since when he doesn’t kan?). I’m very much comfortable with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everyday we feel content with whatever we have right now. I lost something that I can dear and cherish but I guess it’s not my luck yet. I thank HIM for getting me to experience those little little things. But if it’s not meant to be, it will never mean to be. Maybe HE has better things installed for me. Although it’s hard for me to let go, I have to stay positive. My heart sank when I saw it dropped out of me. I have nobody but myself to blame. But I thank both of our families for giving me positive encouragement and especially my husband for giving back my strength. I’ve learnt to accept the fact and if ade rezeki, insya’allah ade. For now, all I have to do is chin up and take everything positively. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5378522833911613683?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5378522833911613683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5378522833911613683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5378522833911613683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5378522833911613683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-great-now-with-having-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7408525329609545469</id><published>2010-04-06T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:19:40.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This big procastinator has finally evolved and now im back in posting pictures of our honeymoon trip! It's been one month plus yada yada but i can still taste that tastiest caramel popcorn from disneyland ok. I doubt i can find anything similar here. Dooshhh!! I miss hong kong esp disneyland. Feel like returning back but now im craving to go to Tokyo. LOL! Save money first lah can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our first ever virgin independent trip without our families and we survived! *pats on the back* mind you, we didnt do much research but i shall safely say that HKG is just like Singapore. You wont get lost easily. =) We really had much fun. Hubby, let's plan another trip yok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, without much delay, here's the picsssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mind my morning face. very the chee-na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 422px" height="485" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0023-4.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 434px" height="453" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0024-3.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to board the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 430px" height="498" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0039-2.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="473" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0040-2.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="493" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0041-2.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just reached HKG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="484" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0046-3.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 581px" height="715" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0051-4.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otw to the temple street night market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 568px" height="705" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0053-3.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="485" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0056-2.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0059-2.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the first day and we bought this much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="424" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0062-1.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day. again, please dont mind my morning chee-na face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="493" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0064-1.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy showing off his rolex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="474" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0065-1.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="477" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0073-1.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="442" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0087.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 629px" height="697" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0088-1.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're now on top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 430px" height="505" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0090-2.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="430" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0095.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 403px" height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0103.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 408px" height="467" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0104.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0114.jpg" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0120.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 413px" height="433" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0121.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 570px" height="676" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0125.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 474px" height="490" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0128.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="436" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0130.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd &amp;amp; 4th day - Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="424" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0137.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love our room so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="475" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0138.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="448" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0139.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 574px" height="704" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0143.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 404px" height="489" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0150.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby look so alike with his minnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 601px" height="684" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0151.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="418" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0154.jpg" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh uh huh!! Oh Gosh!! - Hubby imitating goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 422px" height="460" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0174.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 431px" height="476" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0175.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 419px" height="451" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0176.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the plane otw back to SG.. hur hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="418" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0301.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="367" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/IMG_0304.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7408525329609545469?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7408525329609545469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7408525329609545469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7408525329609545469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7408525329609545469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-big-procastinator-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/th_IMG_0023-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7533432309215298981</id><published>2010-03-27T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:05:07.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beware: This entry will be flooded with overdue photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to receive the official wedding photos so please bare with me with whatever i have right now. All wedding photos credits goes out to my DJ; Arjuna Entertainment. Our Honeymoon to Hong Kong Disneyland pictures will be coming up right away after this entry. 100 over pics have been uploaded in photobucket but i still have not decided which photos to put up. hehehe. be patient yeah. so here it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely dais from Decorama. Love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409623888929_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sarsi flavoured cupcakes and pulut sponsored by mum's childhood bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409628889054_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my prince charming. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409629329065_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance by my all time favourite kompang troupe; Wak Jai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409630409092_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjit-enjit semut, sapa sakit naik atas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409630489094_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emotional moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409630569096_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409630609097_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409630729100_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409630769101_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631049108_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Secondary school mates.. Thanks for coming guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631329115_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Mutiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631449118_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karisma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631489119_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631569121_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631649123_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so cute looking girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631729125_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMU (Taman Mutiara Utama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631769126_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my working colleagues - SSPL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409631889129_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Godma and mum's bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409632009132_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409632449143_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the most lovable people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409624768951_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409624808952_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409624968956_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409625048958_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our english outfit and it's a wrap yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/24768_1409628809052_1482428363_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Happy 1 month's married life to Eikafizd! hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7533432309215298981?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7533432309215298981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7533432309215298981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7533432309215298981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7533432309215298981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/03/beware-this-entry-will-be-flooded-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd/th_24768_1409623888929_1482428363_1607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5889201504930926890</id><published>2010-03-15T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:01:18.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I guess it’s true when I see bloggers who said that they tend to get lazier in blogging after they are married. I’m currently experiencing that neglecting-my-blog syndrome. There isn’t anymore juicy story to share about (because my hubby is now my hearing aid) and I’m just pretty lazy to upload pictures and to change this dusty blog layout too. LOL! So cliché like that eh. Oh well! I promise to update our Honeymoon trip to HKG Disneyland but that have to wait. Most probably I will update when the hubby is working afternoon or night shift so that there’s nobody to disturb me. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now patiently waiting to receive our official wedding photos. My uncle has been so nice to edit our solemnization and wedding reception videos. When the whole family sat down and watched the video yesterday, we felt that we are still in that momentous situation. Especially the “akad nikah” part, the moment hubby lafaz the nikah, my heart still went “pom pom pom”. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept repeating to the husband that I don’t want to go through that torturing moments again. Wearing high heels, tight corset, heavy accessories &amp;amp; hairdo, crowded places, hot weather &amp;amp; lots of paparazzi = torture moments. It’s a nice feeling being the King and Queen of the day but it’s really tiring. Once is enough and it has been the most wonderful moment that has happened to me in this stage of life. Husband was wondering why the hell I said “again” when he said there will be no more next time cause’ this is going to last a lifetime, Insya’Allah. May Allah bless this Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about me is that i should stop being an impulse online shopper. I just bought an LV Monogram bag online last week, a gladiator sandal a few days back and I bought 2 dresses from Studiofrost today. I called husband and he screamed at me. =P and now he demanded me to buy him Adidas Slippers and treat him to Pizza Hut later on. -____-“ menyesal bilang but if I didn’t tell him, dah berdosa tu and he will eventually find out sooner or later. Like what happened to my LV bag. I secretly wished it could be delivered when he is not at home but then………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Did you buy a bag today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?! Dah sampai?&lt;br /&gt;Husband: yup and I throw away already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How dare you!!! Youuuuu jgn main2 sey!!!! Did you open up the packaging?&lt;br /&gt;Husband: No. but when I saw your name and it stated “urgent delivery”, I sign anyhow and throw the bag one side.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nampak sah bedek sey you!&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Why never tell me you buy bag? Bag ape you beli? &lt;strong&gt;*pet pot pet pot pet pot*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nak bilang you lah ni. I tak expect it to deliver so soon. It’s an LV Bag.&lt;br /&gt;Husband: &lt;strong&gt;*eyes bawl*&lt;/strong&gt; LV EH?!?!?!?! &lt;strong&gt;*starts to pet pot pet pot again*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok2. I’ll stop buying bag already lahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Ok, like that I’ll sell your chanel, Gucci and Guess bag yang you ade tu eh. Tak pakai kan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: APE JERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope, today will be the last day that I buy something online and I shall stop till my payday arrives next month. For now, I shall salvage all the loved items that I’ve bought. Muahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5889201504930926890?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5889201504930926890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5889201504930926890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5889201504930926890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5889201504930926890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-guess-its-true-when-i-see-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5548561405250592863</id><published>2010-03-07T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:01:35.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="443" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/27287_331642734243_666414243_337757.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="555" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/22761_374373808867_780578867_496391.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 379px" height="392" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/24024_106684822684105_1000002776336.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to dear friends/cousins who tagged our photos on our wedding day. I've yet to receive the official photos and i will do it soon when i received it from our photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th February 2010 marks a new beginning for Eikafizd. I'm glad that everything went really smoothly as planned. Thanks to my parents who has been the pillar for this event and my busu who stood out throughout to ensure that this event ran smoothly without any hiccups. So, let's start off with the credits for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot &amp;amp; 2 Days Event: &lt;strong&gt;RH Bridal (Nana Yusof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Despite receiving numerous remarks regarding RH Bridal, i thank Allah that i don't have any difficulties liaising with them. They even said they love liaising with us because we're not demanding and we received a great layout of bedroom deco from them. I cant thank them enough. They said that they rarely decorate bridal bedroom deco like ours and we're lucky. Thanks to Kak Nana for turning me from an ugly duckling to a gorgeous princess on our photoshoot day and on both events. I received lots of great comments from people. Thanks a lot RH Bridal. A really great and fun experience with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deco &amp;amp; Dais: &lt;strong&gt;Decorama &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can i say. Another great person to liaise with. I was really in awe when i went down to see the deco for the very first time. Nothing like what i've imagined and its beyond my expectations. Another person who said that this is my luck because she likes me very much because im not demanding. My dream wedding has come true and received lots of positive remarks from others. Thank you Kak Emma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catering: &lt;strong&gt;Esbibi Catering Services&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is an event without great foods? Thank you to Cik Ani for recommending this to us. All of them who came really enjoyed the foods. Thank you Cik Siti and Cik Kiah for ensuring that the finger licking foods are enough for every single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment: &lt;strong&gt;Arjuna Entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my cousin, Abg Rock Hassan, for recomending Arjuna to us. Another lively acts from them. Thank u arjuna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gubahan Hantaran &amp;amp; Wedding CupCake: &lt;strong&gt;The Wedding Crystal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cik Lily for sponsoring me. Gorgeous and lovely gubahans from you and i love it so much! Yummylicious cupcakes from you and thank you so much for your hardwork. Thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kompang: &lt;strong&gt;Wak Jai Kompang Melayu Bintang Timur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lively and cheerful performance from this troupe. My desired kompang troupe has come true thanks to Hakim &amp;amp; Mirah for helping us. Without them, i dont think i will have my dream troupe on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget our family, relatives, closed friends, friends, colleagues, ex colleagues and bloggers who came to our event (no matter whether it's from my side or hubby side) witnessing our joyous moments and together making our event a wonderful and unforgettable event on our lives. Thank you so much! I can still visualize our wedding moments up till now. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next entry up, our Honeymoon destination to Hong Kong Disneyland!!!! Stay tuned but i don't know when to update because im now busy being a wife lah! hehehehehe. Taaaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5548561405250592863?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5548561405250592863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5548561405250592863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5548561405250592863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5548561405250592863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/03/credits-to-dear-friendscousins-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2629916654838287457</id><published>2010-03-07T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:26:56.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 454px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/25220_336542703465_633303465_349468.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all thanks to all who came and made the wedding event a joyous occasion.I would like to thank my bestman who is also my bestfriend for 10 years for becoming my pak andam during the soleminization day.Eventhough you didn't came on sun due to your work i appreciate what you have done for me on saturday.Thanks bro and your turn will come soon hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 febuary 2010,we're legally married. On that fateful saturday,Kadi Syed Ahmad shaked my hand after recite the words of akad nikah was the day when I entered a new world in the circle of life.I saw tears roll down from my wife eyes. Sense of relived shown on my face. After years of waiting finally the day came to prove that I am not what others used to think,it just they didn't give themselves chances to know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday preparations were already made for the wedding ceremony. Just as I plan,the grand wedding of mine. The team,Karisma, arrived early in the morning ready to escort me to the bride's place.Other teams were there too.Teams like T.M.U,Brastagi,Vanquish,4 Penjuru,Mutiara,Blazing arrow and Okaido.Besides that the wedding parade we're also escorted by Kuda Kepang from Kompang Wak Jai so you can just imagine betapa meriah nya ari tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom side make our move at 1pm. The ceromony began with Wak Jai escorting the groom to the wedding car which was sponsered by my cousin-in-law from team ShadowZ,an MPV red honda.Reached bride's place at 1.30pm. Burn out was done by Sameon,Adi and some others.The wedding concept that we wore were Javanese wedding clothing.I loike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went for our honeymoon in Hongkong plus Disneyland,and we shopped like krazzzyyyy....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats briefly what took place during the wedding and after wedding.I'm sure Mrs Hafizd will tell the rest later.Chiau!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2629916654838287457?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2629916654838287457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2629916654838287457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2629916654838287457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2629916654838287457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-of-all-thanks-to-all-who-came-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3820381475785889439</id><published>2010-02-15T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:13:34.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will be blogging lesser and lesser each day because the day is coming nearer and nearer. So if it happens that i did not blog anymore during this interval &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(like macam paham only)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at least i've informed u in advance already. For those who have received my invitation cards, please do note that:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you want to see me &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the dais, do come at 1.00pm to 1.15pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you want to see the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both of us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, do come at 1.30 to 2.30pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you want to witness us for the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cake cutting ceremony&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, do come at 2.50pm (yes, we've changed the tradition of doing it in advance)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you want to witness us with the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;english outfit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, do come after 4pm (don't blame us if the foods left with a lil portion or none)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't want&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to meet the both of us, do come at 3.00pm to 4pm or after 5pm (kalau korang memang dtg ini time, memang mintak kene jitak! lol!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you goes! The itinery for the event. So for now, i should take a sit back and relax before the time comes (hopefully i won't having runs on that day due to the nervous feeling). See you guys soon!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3820381475785889439?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3820381475785889439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3820381475785889439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3820381475785889439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3820381475785889439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-be-blogging-lesser-and-lesser.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6653980241075059959</id><published>2010-02-09T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:31:50.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/S3EbUgbjDyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JIAKFrIqeuE/s1600-h/Nadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436156264329711394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/S3EbUgbjDyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JIAKFrIqeuE/s400/Nadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure you have heard the news and most probably seen her video (Nadia Fazlini). If you haven’t, where have you been living all these while? Well, I have seen the video myself. To be honest, I feel disgusted. I feel pity for her initially but after I’ve seen that she’s actually enjoying the whole process, I felt very appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not touch about religion here. Well, not everyone is saint and so do I. Everyone has their own thoughts/opinions/perceptions about s-e-x. It’s all in the name of privacy. But ain’t she stupid to let her guy to capture every single intimate moments that they are having? Seriously, &lt;em&gt;kalau kau nak main tu kau peh pasal. Tapi asal kau peh otak mati sampai kau takbleh pikir the pros and cons?&lt;/em&gt; Oh I forgot, you can’t think of any setbacks that are going to happen when you are enjoying yourself. &lt;em&gt;Ni baru anak metropolitan babe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video thing has been happening for years. No matter how “privacy” you claimed your video is; it will still tend to be leaked out. The mankind created Bluetooth for nothing you know. No matter how much you trust your other half, you can never trust the people surrounding. In fact, your other half might turn the tables around at any point of time. If you think that it is all in the name of fun, don’t you even recognize the function “delete” after looking at it? C’mon lah. Technology is so advanced right now and how much you try to keep it safe with you, you still can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your fun enjoying your s-e-x moments but right now all you have is sorrow. So people, wake up! If you have the sudden urge to video every moment, delete it off immediately after you are done looking at your naked self. &lt;strong&gt;Something&lt;/strong&gt; to be proud off when you replay back the moments with your partner but &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;to be proud off when strangers got hold of it and saw all your private shots with you being so bare. I’m done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6653980241075059959?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6653980241075059959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6653980241075059959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6653980241075059959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6653980241075059959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-very-sure-you-have-heard-news-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/S3EbUgbjDyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JIAKFrIqeuE/s72-c/Nadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-769143753768733610</id><published>2010-02-08T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:46:44.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know how much I hate people who are so ignorant? Well that always happened to me, like always. I can foresee that during my marriage leave, my working desk will be turned upside down and I will no longer recognize my own working station. These people have no initiative to put the relevant documents/invoices accordingly or neatly into the incoming tray. From the look at it, &lt;s&gt;they&lt;/s&gt; she treated my working desk like a rubbish bin. FUCK YOU! It doesn’t pay to be nice to these &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt; creatures! Why can’t they fucking be organized like how I fucking put neatly the documents on her incoming tray/desk? Why can’t you just bloody practice it? I’m going to make sure that from this very day, I am just fucking to be like her. I am just gonna fucking throw like I’ve never see where the fucking hell her incoming tray is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am so not looking forward to come back to work from my leave if this problem persists. Even both my bosses have the initiative to place the documents neatly either on my desk/incoming tray when I am not around. Duh! Seriously, it doesn’t fucking pay to be fucking nice. _l_ _l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-769143753768733610?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/769143753768733610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=769143753768733610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/769143753768733610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/769143753768733610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-know-how-much-i-hate-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6349616844859063080</id><published>2010-02-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:10:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 561px" height="698" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/birthdayboy.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26th Bird-day my man. You've turned a year older today. I still remember when we first started out, you're still 21 my boy. Look now.... This year will definately change your lifestyle. Furthermore, tomorrow, there will be no birthday celebration and presents from me to you like how several years was done (as we're in the pantang mode).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, with this nuptial thing that is going to happen in 3 weeks time, i hope it will be the best and greatest birthday present from me to you (now i can say that i will wrap myself in a gift box as a token for your birthday present. *wink*). Not only that, our honeymoon destination will be the next birthday gift for you. See how expensive my birthday gifts for you this year?!?!?! So please eh Md Al-Hafizd, do give me a well deserve birthday gift this year. Understand? Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that your love will always be with me. I pray that you will spend more money on me and stop being haji bakhil. I pray that you will buy me my dream car by this year. I pray that you will take your Class 3 instead of 2A by this year. I pray that you will grow bigger and bigger. I pray that you will take me to any restaurants when im craving for foods. I pray that you won't stop me anymore if im entering any designer's boutique. I pray that you will stop farting on my face because i don't appreciate your fart. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, THAT IS NOT what i wanted to pray for you lah bambam.. That is just a little reminder. Ok, on serious note. I pray that there will be more 04 February for u and us to celebrate your birthday with. I will always pray that you will have a good health, wealth and happiness throughout your years of living and may Allah granted all your wish that you've been praying for all these while. I just want you to know that wo ai ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6349616844859063080?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6349616844859063080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6349616844859063080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6349616844859063080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6349616844859063080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-26th-bird-day-my-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7450143192290934256</id><published>2010-01-27T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:17:27.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exactly a month more to go before the big day arrive. Preparations are ¾ done. In a few days time, the door gifts will be arriving at our doorstep. The Wedding cards are going to be mailed out by today or maybe tomorrow (whichever deem fits). The extended families, relatives, cousins and friends are far more excited than the bride herself (because the bride has this nerve-wrecking feeling currently till she can’t absorb any excitement). Spa treatment will begin next week (for a few sessions); lulur, facial treatment, whole body massage, mandi bunga, mandi air garam (don’t ask me why I need this – I don’t know either) and the worst thing ever that I need to consume is the freaking J-A-M-U! *pulls hair* Bambam must be laughing if he gets to read this. Urrgghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why jamu u ask? As I’ve mentioned in my previous entry, a lot of people commented how sick and pale I looked. Even my mak bestfriend (who is a mak andam) commented and she said my blood does not circulate very well. She massaged my neck and there’s a lump. The lump is said by her is a blood that clots on my nerve and it does not circulate to my brain which doesn’t give me enough oxygen. The clot of blood is due to stress and my daily life. That is why I looked very pale and I often have migraine. But after she massaged my whole neck, I feel HOT!!!! And my face turns bloody red, I tell you. Geezz, freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday will be the last day I will meet my &lt;s&gt;hubby&lt;/s&gt; fiancé. It’s supposed to be 44 days pantang but we can’t as we still have lots of things to settle. And it will not be exactly a month we’re not meeting as we still have final fitting on the 22nd. Macam² alasan eh? At least it is good enough what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more weeks to the big day and I’ve yet to compile the song list and send to my DJ. A very big procrastinator! FYI, my DJ sms-ed me regarding this a month’s back! Kanasai! I really have nothing in my mind. I don’t know whether I should choose eng or malay song. I don’t know what kind of song is suitable. I don’t know, I don’t know and I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Instead of saying I don’t know, might as well I do the research now and email him. The more I wait, the longer time I’m gonna react and the more I’m not moving my butt to email him. So everybody, let’s pray that my journey to my big day will sails smoothly. Insya’allah. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7450143192290934256?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7450143192290934256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7450143192290934256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7450143192290934256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7450143192290934256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/01/exactly-month-more-to-go-before-big-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6774010360643439718</id><published>2010-01-21T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:53:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been losing weight, I think, because all the people surrounds me commented that way. I’m glad if I really lose weight in a healthy way but sadly, it’s not. My face has turned really dull and people said I looked “sick”. They even said I don’t look cheerful and energetic at work. After hearing all those comments, I kind of ponder to myself. Am I really like what they observe? IMHO, I really think I look normal and so does my behavior but when my own boss kept on emphasizing that I’ve been behaving very quiet lately, I kind of speculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ah? When others asked, I kept blaming on my upcoming wedding but to be truth, it has got nothing to do with it. I am really sure because most of the things for my wedding is somehow or rather settled. Maybe it is just my hormones (ok, now I’m blaming my hormones for it). Or maybe……… (shrugged)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6774010360643439718?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6774010360643439718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6774010360643439718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6774010360643439718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6774010360643439718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-losing-weight-i-think-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4301365292296850434</id><published>2010-01-14T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:27:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the Malay Community, there are a lot of taboos especially that came from our older generation. How true is it? I’m not quite sure about that. I always believe that all the good things always come from Allah and the bad things always comes from us. I’m just curious and I decided to google about the “pantang larang”. So here are the 44 taboos for bride &amp;amp; groom to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 pantang larang bakal pengantin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila telah ditetapkan hari perkahwinan bermakna bermulalah pantang larang buat bakal mempelai itu. Apa yg ditetapkan harus diikuti utk kebaikan diri mereka. Ia bukanlah menjaid kewajipan tetapi sudah menjadi satu budaya dlm masyarakat melayu. Walaupun bakal pengantin zaman sekarang jarang disebutkan perkara ini kepada mereka, tidak rugi jika apa-apa pantang larang yg difikirkan sesuai masih boleh diikuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jangan keluar dengan pasangan selama 40 hari sebelum diijabkabul utk mengelakkan tohmahan masyarakat. Selain itu ia bertujuan utk mengawal nafsu. Ia juga utk menimbulkan perasaan rindu dendam. Perasaan yg timbul akan membuatkan wajah pengantin lebih berseri. &lt;strong&gt;(We will only start in early Feb because we still got lots of things to settle and we still need to go for our final fitting. =P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jgn tidur dirumah orang takut terkena ilmu. Ia juga utk menjaga nama baik keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jgn bebas keluar kemana-mana kerana takut disantau oleh mereka yg mempunyai niat tidak baik. &lt;strong&gt;(sigh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jgn makan nasi dgn gulai berkuah beberapa bulan sebelum naik pelamin bagi mengelakkan perut buncit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Elakkan makan ulam yg berbau busuk seperti petai dan jering. &lt;strong&gt;(I am never a fan of ulam to begin with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jgn bercermin terutama selepas maghrib ke atas bagi mengelak diri dari perkara sihir. &lt;strong&gt;(I could abide with this one. No problem! I’m not that vain. LOL) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jgn membuang air kecil dan air besar serentak di dlm air contohnya dlm sungai, kolah kerana ia boleh melemahkan organ seks. &lt;strong&gt;(errrr.. is toilet bowl counted?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Elakkan minum air bergas kerana ia mempunyai gula dan gas yg tinggi dan boleh menyebabkan kencing manis.&lt;strong&gt; (mei wen ti!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kurangkan makan makanan yg manis kerana jika terkena kencing manis, lelaki tersebut menghadapi masalah berat tika bersama. &lt;strong&gt;(I don’t fancy sweet foods except for dessert. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. Elakkan mandi malam kerana tidak elok untuk sendi-sendi. &lt;strong&gt;(wahhh.. this one cannot help it lah dey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kawal makan iaitu sekali makan setiap hari (mengikut sesetengah adat) &lt;strong&gt;(have been doing this for 1 month plus already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kaum lelaki elakkan memakai seluar dalam yg ketat pada waktu malam dan tidur meniarap kerana tidak bagus utk organ seks kerana darah tidak mengalir. &lt;strong&gt;(hahahahahaha! Bambam, I know you won’t wear it lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Elakkan terlalu banyak makan makanan laut kerana ia mengandungi banyak toksid. &lt;strong&gt;(tsk tsk………. Im a seafood lover but I can conserve the temptation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tiga bulan sebelum berkahwin, mula membuat urutan supaya pengantin mempunyai tenaga. &lt;strong&gt;(now now, who wants to volunteer the poor me?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Amalkan makan telur ayam kampung seminggu 2 kali yg dicampur madu dan lada hitam yg ditumbuk utk menambah tenaga.&lt;strong&gt; (half cook or raw?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bagi mereka yg banyak angin, minum air halia utk membuang angin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Belajar ilmu rumahtangga drpd org yg berpengalaman dan sudah berkahwin tentang rahsia memikat isteri supaya rumahtangga aman dan damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Jgn memuaskan nafsu dengan cara sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Cukupkan waktu tidur tujuh hingga lapan sehari. &lt;strong&gt;( I really need this!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Elakkan minum minuman keras dan merokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Elakkan terkena cahaya matahari kerana dikhuatiri hitam dan tidak berseri pada hari perkahwinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Elakkan minum air soya kerana ia sejuk dan tidak elok utk alat kelamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Amalkan makan jamu supaya malam pengantin tidak mengecewakan. &lt;strong&gt;(Yucks yucks yucks tahap maximum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Banyakkan baca surah-surah bagi mengelakkan gangguan syaitan. Sentiasa mengingati Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Jgn makan sebebas-bebasnya kerana ketika ini sistem dalaman tidak stabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Jgn terlalu terdedah kepada keluarga lelaki (simpan diri). &lt;strong&gt;(yea yea)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Jgn berembun atau keluar malam bagi mengelakkan unsur jahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Jgn bercelak atau berlangir serta memotong rambut seminggu sebelum ijabkabul. &lt;strong&gt;(what in the world is “berlangir”? Explanation please) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Jika telah nikah gantung tidak boleh bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Selepas nikah mesti ada peneman tidur sebelum bersama. Ia bertujuan utk menghangatkan lagi kemesraan. &lt;strong&gt;( o__O you mean threesome? Hahaha. Freaky)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Bilik lelaki atau wanita jgn dikosongkan. Mesti ada orang atau ahli keluarga terdekat tidur di dalam bagi mengelak dr dikhianati org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Jgn buat kerja yg berat. Bila pengantin membuat kerja berat, dia akan berasa penat dan mudah terjadi nya gangguan emosi.&lt;strong&gt; (betul betul betul)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Jaga pertuturan agar tidak menimbulkan rasa sakit hati. &lt;strong&gt;(I should stop with my vulgarities already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Elakkan makan dan minum seperti sayur bersifat sejuk seperti kangkung, bayam, timun, jambu batu dan air kelapa agar muka nampak segar. &lt;strong&gt;( I don’t freaking understand this sentence. To do or not huh?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Jgn cukur kening ditakuti akan menghilangkan seri muka. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Sebelum menjadi pengantin, katil kelamin tidak boleh ditiduri oleh pengantin kerana tidak manis. &lt;strong&gt;(hahahahaha. Toooooo bad!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Lempar baju di atas bumbung rumah tanpa diketahui oleh org lain bagi mengelakkan hujan turun ketika majlis berlangsung. &lt;strong&gt;(very funny)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Dilarang memandang cermin ketika disolek oleh juruandam kerana dikhuatiri hilang seri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Kedua pengantin dilarng bercakap ketika bersanding kerana kurang manis dipandang tetamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Jgn makan kepala ayam nanti mengantuk masa bersanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Dilarang membuang alis kerana perbuatan tersebut akan menghilangkan seri wajah buat pengantin lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Jgn makan bersulam air kerana dikhuatiri menyebabkan perut menjadi buncit. &lt;strong&gt;(bambam!!! This one is really for you! Tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Elakkan keluar rumah tanpa tujuan kerana angan-angan yg tinggi menjelang perkahwinan dikhuatiri bakal pengantin mengalami kemalangan jika berada diluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang tua Melayu dahulu selalu mengingatkan anak cucunya supaya tidak melanggar pantang larang. Melanggar pantang larang samalah dengan tidak mendengar nasihat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4301365292296850434?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4301365292296850434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4301365292296850434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4301365292296850434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4301365292296850434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-malay-community-there-are-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-734813269475377304</id><published>2010-01-07T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:45:50.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life… What is the hidden meaning behind it? I found it as a cycle. We meet new people, get along together and when shits happened, the bond is no longer there. So will it stop just there? No. Eventually we will meet more new people and the cycle will just goes on and on. Sounds so cliché ain’t it? How do you react with new faces? I admit that I’m not as extrovert as you may think. I don’t just ‘click’. It will take a lot of time and some can take to years. As rigid as it can sound, I can just be very forthcoming provided if you shows the same symptom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s saddening that the people whom you’re closed with drifted away from our life because of some circumstances. And because we’re with the same set of people, when they are no longer with us and that place has been replaced with someone else; it’s very hard to accept the reality. When I’m closed with that particular people, I really treasure them and you don’t know how heartbreaking it is when they are no longer with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also envy with people who have great relationship with their (fill in the blanks). It’s saddening that I can’t connect with “some people” because I’m not at the same “level/status” as them. I yearn to have great connections with my (fill in the blanks) but it’s impossible because of some circumstances that had happened. I’ve never expected this but *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wish that i can have a happy life with my loved ones and (fill in the blanks). It may take years but i believe that patience is virtue. Had a heart to heart talk with a friend and surprisingly we share the same connections. It is just sad that she's no longer within the circle of our friends. See? We only realise and appreciate everything when they are no longer with us. Ain't it very sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm entering into marriage life soon. It just means i have to handle a new sets of responsibilities. I'm not sure how to handle it but i believe i can do it with the guide from parents and Parents in Law. My family ain't a perfect one, to begin with. But a few years back, it has been mended and i can actually safely say, it's my perfect family. I love every single person in my family. I just wish that i could still have the same family bonding that i have with my new family. I do love my MIL a lot and she has been the best understanding MIL that i could ever ask for and i thank Allah for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I didn’t stated names is because it’s really confidential. I’ve nowhere to rant and I just want to let out my feelings. This is what we called LIFE. Not everyday we’re at the top, at times you just have to go through the downside of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-734813269475377304?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/734813269475377304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=734813269475377304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/734813269475377304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/734813269475377304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-what-is-hidden-meaning-behind-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4659872539129292535</id><published>2010-01-05T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:41:46.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since our big day is nearing, the both of us can be totally random. We talk and argue over silly things. We can call each other for half and hour but there are no topics going on but we were actually being really silly. When our bills arrived, no shocking that it’s more than $100 because we can just dial each other’s number with no topics going on but we were just being silly. Take yesterday’s conversation an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: *dial his number*&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hello sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hi sayang&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ye sayang?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yes sayang?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ape je&lt;br /&gt;Her: Ape je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ok, I forgot what we talk after this*&lt;br /&gt;*then we started out again with….*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Betul tak?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Tak&lt;br /&gt;Him: ahh. Betul lah u tak ade hidung.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Kurang ajar!&lt;br /&gt;Him: *evil laugh* Eh, u yang cakap tak ape.&lt;br /&gt;Him: You sebenarnya nak ckp yang u mmg dah lama sayang I kan?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Relek sudah. Sape yang suka mat kotai macam you.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Eleh. U mmg suka tapi tak nak mengaku je.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Sape yang nak mengaku kalau tak betul? Ape je! Please eh&lt;br /&gt;Him: Cakap je lah u mmg suka kat i. Skali je&lt;br /&gt;Her: NO! Eh? Jangan paksa-paksa boleh?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Abe you yang paksa i.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Bila masa pulak I paksa u?&lt;br /&gt;Him: You paksa I untuk memaksa you.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Tak.. I tak pernah paksa u untuk memaksa I untuk memaksa diri u untuk memaksa i.&lt;br /&gt;Him: yes, u paksa I untuk memaksa diri u supaya u paksa I untuk memaksa diri u.&lt;br /&gt;Her: IRRITATING AH YOUUUUUUUU. BUGGER! Can you stop being irritating for once?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I memang irritating pe sebab tu u sayang I kan&lt;br /&gt;Her: No!!!!!! Sape sayang u?&lt;br /&gt;Him: A’ah, u sayang I tapi u mmg tak nak mengaku. Memang dari dulu lagi u sayang I kan?&lt;br /&gt;Her: EEEEEEE!!! Irritating ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Him: *Evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, we can go on and on and on with this silly conversation of ours. I found it very irritating but if we didn’t talk like this for one day, I will really miss it. Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4659872539129292535?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4659872539129292535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4659872539129292535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4659872539129292535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4659872539129292535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-since-our-big-day-is-nearing-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-329916981016407310</id><published>2010-01-02T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:02:36.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A fresh new entry on the year 2010. This year will be the biggest year for me. A lot of things will change. The very big change is of course my single title to a married lady. If you ask me how's my feeling; i really dont know. hahaha. Really. 1 month plus to go. Geezzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a rollercoaster ride for me. Be it sad or happy moments, it's all in the past. I've learnt a lot of things and i hope i wont repeat the same mistakes anymore. I just want to be a better and responsible human being, daughter, sister, wife, DIL, SIL, friend and colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we had our best moments during the photoshoot. It was indeed a wonderful moment and i feel that the 4 outfits we had is not enough. I want more beautiful outfits! hahaha. so greedy, i know. When my mum looked at my pics that ive captured using HP, my mak even commented that i dont look anywhere like malay or javanese but she said i looked like cinabeng. Hello?!?!?! Among all, cinabeng eh? -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, seriously, i've got nothing to blog about actually today. I update just for the sake of the new fresh entry. Hehehehe. To all of u readers, i wish you a good health, wealth and happiness on this year. May God bless you. With this, i attached for you a photo of us during the photoshoot. Taking care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 618px; HEIGHT: 482px" height="545" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/eikafizd-1.jpg" width="618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-329916981016407310?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/329916981016407310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=329916981016407310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/329916981016407310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/329916981016407310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-new-entry-on-year-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7117267217440962216</id><published>2009-12-29T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:16:32.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE: 22—year—old Sezairi Sezali has won the third edition of Singapore Idol. But his win garnered some mixed reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m very happy and proud, and this drink is for you, Sezairi. All the hard work and effort he went through — thank God," said Rubiah Chayan and Sezali Suliman, parents of Sezairi.&lt;br /&gt;The judges said it has been a fair competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sezairi did a better performance tonight. And to be fair to him, he showed a lot more. He was a lot more convincing than Sylvia," said Ken Lim, Singapore Idol 2009 Judge.&lt;br /&gt;But Sylvia’s supporters were in shock, and within 24 hours, disgruntled fans had voiced their displeasure on the online platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim said: "Every competition has got its plus points — its advantages and disadvantages. What is important here is that we have to support who the public has chosen as their idol".&lt;br /&gt;The winner is looking ahead and gearing up for his music career. Sezairi has signed with Universal Music Singapore, and he said his album will be out by April or May 2010.&lt;br /&gt;"My musical direction will probably be very acid jazz, very soul. It is a mix of Jamiroquai, John Mayer. Expect to hear a lot of live instruments, expect to hear a lot of guitar as well," Sezairi said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On asking whether this is enough to set him apart from the past two Singapore Idols — Taufik Batisah and Hady Mirza — Sezairi said all three idols have different singing styles and personalities which show in their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sezairi said: "The three of us have distinctively very different styles, and we are completely very different people and we have really very different personalities as well.&lt;br /&gt;"So if you see beyond that, and if you really take a listen and open your heart, your mind, and your ears, you will see the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— CNA/sc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen a lot of reviews regarding the current SG Idol Winner. C’mon people! Get it done and over with! Personally, I really support Sezairi right from the very start because I find him really like Najip Ali (ok, no connection at all) and he has his own style. Bambam on the other side has been supporting Sylvia all the way because he hates it when he got to know that I am supporting Sezairi (Again, no connection at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, I can safely say that his performance is a bit inconsistent here and there so when he got himself into the finals, I’m more than happy. I don’t mind if he didn’t win for the SG Idol because all these while, Sylvia’s performance is way off to the top; simply amazing. That, I couldn’t deny off. When Sylvia sang “Mercy”, I know she started off pretty well. So I guess, it will be her night then. But when I saw Sezairi performed the 1st song, i already knew that the competition is very tight. His vocals improved a thousand times and there’s energy in his performance. So I thought, fair enough, chances of winning are 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second and third from Sylvia, I already knew that Sezairi is going to reach his title. Sylvia slacked throughout after the 1st song she sang. And what irks me the most is when I watched the VT, she said that she won’t make all the votes go to the waste or something. But from her expressions, I can feel that she’s just too over confident. C’mon babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 3rd song, Sylvia’s vocal is totally flat! It’s so monotonous. But when Sezairi sang his own version, I can feel the song and he actually connects it with the audience. Ok, I’m not praising Sezairi because I’m a fan of his but it’s the reality check people! Even Ken Lee agrees with it. He really deserves to win. So people, get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Sezairi being the 3rd consecutive Malay Guy for SG Idol and you’re not happy with it, do opt with Mediacorp to ban the Malays from entering the idol. *sigh* Singaporens, what happened to “regardless of race, language and religion”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want to be racists, listen to I Dream by taufik, “Doesn't matter if I win, Or the colour of my skin, Cause this race is all about, Believing in yourself”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7117267217440962216?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7117267217440962216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7117267217440962216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7117267217440962216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7117267217440962216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/12/singapore-22yearold-sezairi-sezali-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-918450932490757731</id><published>2009-12-22T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:27:20.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have another 66 more days to go to our big day. To be honest, I don’t know what to expect on my big day and the future. Yeah, we do plan on our future but I’m just scared. Ok, I don’t even know how to put it into words but I just feel (fill in the blanks for me). I used to sleep alone on a super single bed and how do I react when in another 66 more days, I have to share my queen size bed with another person and maybe get all cramped up. Haaa! Ok, call me weird. I don’t know why it struck me when I realized that this sat, my bedroom set will be delivered right through my doorstep. My room, my bed and m wardrobe will be shared together in another 66 days. I will have to change my title with a new big responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyday I could wake up late, in 66 more days I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;If everyday I could delay washing my laundry, in 66 more days I can’t&lt;br /&gt;If everyday I could still be the little spoilt brat at home, in 66 more days I can’t&lt;br /&gt;If everyday I’m just going to eat what mum’s cook, in 66 more days I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;If everyday I can not do any housework, in 66 more days I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, it’s not that bad but it will sure change my lifestyle. It’s not that im complaining but im just scared if I can’t do things up to people’s expectations. I will have a new family soon; MIL, a FIL, a SIL and a BIL. So far everything is good but im just scared. Ok. I shouldn’t say scared. I sound like a little girl. I should call it jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept having weird and funny dreams. For example yesterday, I dreamt that it’s my solemnization day but I forgot to call my Mak Andam to inform her in advance that it is my big day and she has to come and get me ready. I also didn’t inform my photographer. And my deco/dais is horrible! There is no proper chair for me to sit! Worst still, the Kuda Kepang troupe has turned into some Lion Dance which has Indian fusion to it. HORRIBLE! I woke up with sweat and tears because im too scared with the weird Indian lion dance. Thank GOD that it was just another bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no more bad horrible dreams tonight. I want to sleep peacefully. On the brighter side of life, it’s been 2 years since we both had our proper shopping. It will end soon. I’m looking forward to our honeymoon destination, our shopping trips, our usual eats at posh restaurant and a better life after marriage which we’ve planned all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I found it to be rather contradicting by today’s entry. Sekejap takut, sekejap suka. Seelah! I told you already what. It’s the wedding jitters. *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-918450932490757731?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/918450932490757731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=918450932490757731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/918450932490757731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/918450932490757731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-another-66-more-days-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7295137308244278265</id><published>2009-12-17T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:05:11.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can’t hold on to this already. I need to let it all out and calm myself after this. I’m really sick and tired of &lt;u&gt;(fill in the words)&lt;/u&gt;. It’s not that I’m complaining but I find this a tad too much. How would you feel if you are doing things for 2-3 people jobs but you’re not been appreciated and it’s more of taking advantage? Some people jolly well knows that I’m fucken tight up with my own sets of projects and department to handle but they are taking advantage more of my kindness by leaving all their shits behind for me to clear. Let me tell you something. First of all, my pay is like peanuts for me to handle all these shits. Secondly, it’s not even written on my job scope/contract. Thirdly, I can’t handle a lot of things all by my fucking self. What do you take me in as for? Robot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your sense of responsibility? Now, if you are so ignorant about your health, I’m very much pleased to google for you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take to fully recover after an appendix operation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Recovery from appendectomy takes a few weeks. Doctors usually prescribe pain medication and ask patients to limit physical activity. &lt;strong&gt;Recovery from laparoscopic appendectomy is generally faster.&lt;/strong&gt; Most people treated for appendicitis recover excellently and rarely need to make any changes in their diet, exercise, or lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that. It takes just a few weeks. Limit physical activity? I’m very sure you can just sit at the comfort of your own desk and do your work w/o moving around so much. So what is your problem anyway? I know somehow or rather, you will be reading this and if you are reading this, do note that this is not a personal attack to you. I’m expressing out my dissatisfaction regarding your behavior. You should know how much I’m caught up with my own work and now this. I pity you and prays for your fast recovery but this is not the way for you to chunk everything on my already burden shoulder. This isn’t fair at all. How would you like it if I do the same way to you? Are you going to be happy with it? Think maturely. Friend is friends. Personal is personal. And work is work. Don’t mixed it altogether and make it into some inedible rojak. I’ve no appetite to even look what else eat at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7295137308244278265?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7295137308244278265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7295137308244278265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7295137308244278265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7295137308244278265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-hold-on-to-this-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-664879846920547593</id><published>2009-12-07T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:28:55.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had our 10km Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon yesterday. I have doubts myself whether i could finish the 10 clicks looking at my condition where i've stopped running eversince i left secondary school. But looking at my team mates, it gives me motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day itself, i saw the esplanade area has turned into some blue pool. Each and every one of them is doing warm up. I became more excited when i saw a lot of elderly people took part on this event. If they can do it, why can't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw that im left with 1km more, i became more excited. What's 1km to be compared with 9km that ive gone through? When i saw the "finish" banner up ahead, i speed up and suddenly i felt so proud in accomplishing my 10km marathon. Im yearning to join next year 10km marathon. we'll see how. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my team mates; jocelyn, musthafa and ryan. Congratulation to us for completing our 10km marathon! *pats on the back* Although we did only 1 training, that doesn't mean we give up on actual day. To the rest of Sembawang Shipyard and other participants who took part and complete the marathon, well done to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="492" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="430" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm1.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm2.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 398px" height="442" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm3.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 425px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm4.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="453" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm5.jpg" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="552" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm6.jpg" width="667" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="475" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/scm7.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-664879846920547593?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/664879846920547593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=664879846920547593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/664879846920547593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/664879846920547593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/12/had-our-10km-standard-chartered.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6522434668810086771</id><published>2009-12-04T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:33:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im updating my basi zoo outing with bambam. The main cause why im delaying this entry is because my laptop was giving me problems. Pixel lines have gone haywire and i have decided to send for servicing after months of procastination. And so here i am, updating this blog with more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got free pass to zoo all thanks to my company. Lucky as a staff in Sembawang Shipyard, we have free passes to zoo and birdpark. So we made a trip to visit bambam's bff since he's been pestering me to bring me there. I cooked one of his favourite dish; macaroni goreng early in the morning and we set our foot at zoo around 1.30pm. I was hoping that it will not rain for that day. Lucky us the 1st half of the trip, it was scorching hot. Bambam kept pestering me to watch Elephant shows since the last 2 trips we've made, we didn't get to catch any shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we set our foot at the hut, it started to pour really badly. It was already 2.45pm and the show will starts at 3.30pm. We were hoping for the rain to stop. The elephants decided to goof around. Exactly at 3.30pm, the rain immediately stop! How irony can it get. Truth be told, i really enjoyed myself with the elephants' show. So Cute and Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and once we are done, we proceeded to Sembawang Park for fresh air. Mcm tk puas gitu hari2 mengadap Sembawang Shipyard. Now go dating pon nak mengadap vessel @ SSPL. Apa dah! But overall, i enjoyed myself with bambam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam, thanks for the date. Although there were hiccups along the way, let's just remember the happy moments that we have. Thanks for being my parrot all the time sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 412px" height="469" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/1-5.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="465" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/2-5.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata mane mata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="460" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/3-4.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pygmy hippo! the one who cannot float!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 434px" height="491" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4-5.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Welcome to Australia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="439" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/5-4.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our favourite section; baboon! The last we went here, we spent almost 2hrs as it was mating season. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="449" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/6-3.jpg" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 419px" height="486" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/7-1.jpg" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="496" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8-1.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 426px" height="463" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/9-1.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="474" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/10-3.jpg" width="562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="430" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/11-1.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 424px" height="489" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/12-2.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/13-1.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 432px" height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/14-1.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/15-1.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="460" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/16-1.jpg" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who has been with me through thick and thin. Through the worst and best moments. Thank you for all your patience dealing with this monster of yours. The man who has never given up on me. The one who tries to cultivate me into a better person (although you taught me lots of nonsensical things. hahahaha). Boney Loves Bambam. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 408px" height="417" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/17-1.jpg" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6522434668810086771?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6522434668810086771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6522434668810086771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6522434668810086771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6522434668810086771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-updating-my-basi-zoo-outing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7813850593899919523</id><published>2009-11-30T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:41:17.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am more active in FB than this blog. Every time I click on the new post, I will go blank and decided to blog on the next day and it goes on and on. Since my wedding is the only hot topic presently, I shall blog about it on and on until it’s over (hahahaha). Not trying to show off or what but that’s the only topic that can make me go on and on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a short outing with the aunts and cousin. The ultimate purpose for the outing is none other than the wedding itself. First stop is to find the cousins for their outfit. Initially, for family and close relatives I wanted them to don on purple/pink outfit. But since my deco theme is already purple and pink, I don’t want them to blend into the colors and become the “walking deco”. =D So my mum and I have decided to go for black and silver/white for family and close relatives. So as we were searching, we found the perfect outfit. Get the cousins to try and finally I paid for it. Checklist: Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we proceeded to one of the shops @ Joo Chiat complex with 2 rationales; to collect my baju nikah &amp;amp; mum’s outfit and also to tailor made my aunt’s outfit. Reached there and my aunt got her sizes checked and all. Suddenly I saw my outfit being hanged beside me. I literally said, “is this my outfit?” So they got me to try it. The moment when I don it, I looked into the mirror and went awe. It’s too gorgeous that I feel of wanting to get solemnize asap!! Hahaha. I was so excited to paid the balance of money and bring it home but I can’t because the outfit needs to do some alteration. Apparently I lose some weight and the outfit is too loose. Tsk tsk. Where else for mak’s outfit, it’s all perfectly and nicely done. So she paid it and it’s already waiting for it to be sent for dry cleaning. I can’t help but to keep on mesmerizing my outfit. So gorgeous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my wedding shoe and its 3 inches high which I doubt I will walk nicely on it. For goodness sake, I’ve never worn anything higher than 2 inches and how do you think I can walk elegantly with a 3 inches high? All thanks to my “lovely” height of 168cm that I do not have to wear high heels in order to look tall. Pfft. Wonder how am I going to manage that heel? Everyday starting from yesterday, I’m practicing myself walking on it. Call me crazy but im pretty sure you are going to laugh at me if I lose my steps and stumbled right in front on the crowd. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for my outfit selection and photo shoot!! So excited! *wide grin* Look at the countdown ticker at the side of the navigations. It’s a mere of 2 months plus for our wedding. I don’t know if you can feel what im feeling but im having all these mixed emotions. Happy, sad, unsure, excited, blur; everything mixed together. I still remember the 1st time I put up the ticker, it’s another 11 months and 29 days to go. I just cant believe im going to be a wife soon. Needless to say, just drop by more often if you want to read more updates about my wedding. That is if you want to. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7813850593899919523?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7813850593899919523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7813850593899919523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7813850593899919523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7813850593899919523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-am-more-active-in-fb-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7171167035764849045</id><published>2009-11-19T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:23:12.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not have any topic to blog about but I’m itching to update. What’s new? Suddenly I feel bored at work. Not that I’m very free to start with but I’ve been facing this desktop since morning and all I see is numbers, formulas and more numbers. I don’t understand how my colleagues work. I mean, this office is so quiet and all I could hear is footsteps and people typing. That’s all. When I stand, I could see that all eyes are glued either to the screen, their notes or drawings. How boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to date, I shall declare myself as a pro multi-tasker. Handling 2 projects and 1 department at a go is the boomz! I’m also self promoting myself as an Asst Engineer as I’m managing some engineering stuffs currently which I thought will end as soon as I finished it but nooooooooooo. It keeps on popping and popping like my pimples which keeps on popping on my face! The heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mentioned that my blog content is rather discontented but what else can I do? I always have the need to complain mah. Take example my previous 2 entry which I blogged randomly. Bambam confronted me and ask who and what is it about. Obviously I have no answer lah. That is just random and general. Like I’ve said, it’s not targeted to anyone out there. He then said, “yalah. When you blogged like that, sure there’s something wrong and sure it’s for someone.” Aiyah, you can’t be so sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I really want to change the way I blogged. When I browse through my past 3 year’s entry, it sounded so childish and so mushy. Not that the “mushy” part is bad but when all your entries is full with squishy squashy entries you tend to go, =,=” Really…… I think I’ve grown. Even when I read back bambam’s entry, I had goosebumps! So mushy sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I sidetracked a lot. It’s supposed to be about work right? Righhhhtttttttttttttttttt…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s again about work? Well, im just working to get paid lor. I seriously miss being in an early childhood field. I really enjoyed working there and I can feel the satisfaction. But with the current economic downturn, I don’t think it’s a wise choice to be in that field. The pay is like peanuts lah and they often said they wanted to revise the salary but up to date; zilch, none, zero, kosong! Still, I don’t think it is a waste for me attaining that bloody paper qualifications in early childhood. I can just use that in the future when they have revise the pay and when it’s much more recognize like Australia; well maybe in 10-20 years time? Shingz! Bambam and I are going to continue our study after our wedding to get his diploma in aerospace while me, a double diploma in business and secretary. Insya’allah, after I attained that bloody paper, I’m going to continue with my degree or take another dip in poly. Life long learning babe! Hopefully our plan goes on well because this is for our future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type punya type, it’s going to be 5.30. Ape lagi? Let’s pack up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7171167035764849045?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7171167035764849045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7171167035764849045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7171167035764849045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7171167035764849045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-not-have-any-topic-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7480490121284131144</id><published>2009-11-15T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:44:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what we did over the weekends. Bambam tagged with me for Paintball on Saturday at Old Turf City (Bukit Timah) with my Taliban Colleagues from Sembawang Shipyard (hahahaha). Although it was my first time trying this, it was fun (minus the bruises that we had aftermath. It was damn painful when u've been shot with it). Darn whomever that targeted me. Hahahaha. Nahh, kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna develop these photos and gonna paste it up at our department notice board under "you're on candid camera" section. Hehehe. Those who missed out this event for the 2nd time, too bad. You've missed out the fun part. =p. Enough typing and so here comes the picture. More pixies waxies for eye candy over at FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my morning face. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="514" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball.jpg" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on our vest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="511" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball3.jpg" width="617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="521" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball4.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="515" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball5.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All geared up! I simply adore this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="475" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball6.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="461" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball2.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the siren has begun, take cover, target, aim and shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="435" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball8.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting. Notice the green colour paint? Not many targeted me but wait till u see the next pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 417px" height="452" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball7.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those green paints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 431px" height="489" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball9.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having our breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 417px" height="386" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball11.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="452" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball10.jpg" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wrap! The whole team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 424px" height="499" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/paintball12.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who havent tried this, what are you waiting for? Go and try it! Loosen up a bit, let your hairs down and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am i going to do now?? it's time to clean my room and throw all my things away. Like Finally! Taaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7480490121284131144?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7480490121284131144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7480490121284131144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7480490121284131144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7480490121284131144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-we-did-over-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5889160054356065812</id><published>2009-11-09T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:15:13.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fan-ta-sy  [fan-tuh-see, -zee]&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. imagination, esp. when extravagant and unrestrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the forming of mental images, esp. wondrous or strange fancies; imaginative conceptualizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a mental image, esp. when unreal or fantastic; vision: a nightmare fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Psychology. an imagined or conjured up sequence fulfilling a psychological need; daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a supposition based on no solid foundation; visionary idea; illusion: dreams of Utopias and similar fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. caprice; whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. an ingenious or fanciful thought, design, or invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Also, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=fantasia&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;fantasia.&lt;/a&gt; Literature. an imaginative or fanciful work, esp. one dealing with supernatural or unnatural events or characters: The stories of Poe are fantasies of horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Music. &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=fantasia&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;fantasia&lt;/a&gt; (def. 1).&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object), verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. to form mental images; imagine; fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Rare. to write or play fantasias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de-pres-sion  [di-presh-uhn]&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the act of depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the state of being depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a depressed or sunken place or part; an area lower than the surrounding surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sadness; gloom; dejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Psychiatry. a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason. Compare &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=clinical+depression&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;clinical depression&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. dullness or inactivity, as of trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Economics. a period during which business, employment, and stock-market values decline severely or remain at a very low level of activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. the Depression. &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=Great+Depression&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;Great Depression.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pathology. a low state of vital powers or functional activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Astronomy. the angular distance of a celestial body below the horizon; negative altitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Surveying. the angle between the line from an observer or instrument to an object below either of them and a horizontal line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Physical Geography. an area completely or mostly surrounded by higher land, ordinarily having interior drainage and not conforming to the valley of a single stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Meteorology. an area of low atmospheric pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a kick start, what I am about to blog here is plainly GENERAL. I’m not trying to shoot a bull’s eyes or what. I found that some people fantasize too much about certain things and they tend to hover it to their daily life. Yeah, everyone fantasize about having a good life, family, partners, so on and so fourth. But does it trigger you that eventually you’re facing REALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tend to fantasize it too much and they want everything to go their way, which sometimes is freaking ludicrous. NOT everything will go your way and NOT everything that you do/dream is going to be perfect. FUCK perfections, it doesn’t exist overnight! So, when what they fantasize doesn’t go the way it should be, some may develop depression. When you are depressed, you tend to find everything/everyone is against you and you feel that they don’t understand you when the actual FUCK is, you fucking don’t understand yourself. You tend to blame others than seeking the solution to the problem. Barking here and there, I supposed it’s for gaining sympathy votes? Bugger! *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, take a time to ponder it. Try and LEARN about yourself first. Love yourself first before you expect people to loves you. Respect others before others do. Please eh. Cinderella, Snow White, Beauty and the beast and all doesn’t exist in real life (except for Sleeping Beauty because I can just continue sleeping without waking up. And I want to emphasize again that this entry is not to bring down people. I’m just sharing my opinion. If you don’t agree, it’s all up to you. If you think this entry is purposely written for you, what more can I say? *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5889160054356065812?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5889160054356065812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5889160054356065812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5889160054356065812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5889160054356065812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/11/fan-ta-sy-fan-tuh-see-zee-noun-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4809624256299524693</id><published>2009-11-05T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:39:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boss just called and asked about the latest event about Star Cruise. At the end of it, he said that he's not coming back to the office in the afternoon. With a cheerful voice i said, "Oh Ok! No Problem!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded like as if i gave him permission and approves that he's not coming back. LOL! On the other note, he might think that Im rejoicing about him not in the office and he might be thinking, "What is my secretary thinking huh? So happy im not in is it?". Baaahhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4809624256299524693?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4809624256299524693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4809624256299524693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4809624256299524693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4809624256299524693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-boss-just-called-and-asked-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7844177842394495524</id><published>2009-11-04T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:31:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is such an unproductive week for me. I’m not sure why. I get lethargic very easily. For example yesterday, I had to get Mak to massage my stiff shoulder. A few hrs after dinner, I withdraw whatever rations that I’ve consumed both from the upper and lower part of the body. I feel like an alive Merlion yesterday. I attached a whole lot of Salonpas all over my neck and shoulder. Hell, it burns a lot. I’m glad that when I woke up, the stiffness was GONE. BUT, yes there’s but, my neck started to stiffen again. *sigh* I really need to go to a Spa to relax and distress myself. Furthermore with the wedding date is nearing, I can’t afford to slack anymore. Have yet to finalize certain things. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m not sure whether to drop by to ACER service centre after work. I seriously have to make up my mind. Suddenly feels so lazy. Guys, if you ever want to buy a laptop, drop the idea of buying ACER. I still prefer my COMPAQ laptop which died on me after 2½ years using it. This stupid laptop which I’ve purchased on February and is not even a year old, has been giving me lots of problems. What a luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, got to go now. 5.30pm already. Update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7844177842394495524?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7844177842394495524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7844177842394495524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7844177842394495524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7844177842394495524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-such-unproductive-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-9215449190675173502</id><published>2009-10-28T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:34:31.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are some of the pictures due during the Shisha Outing with my sec besties. The rest can be found in FB. I had lots of fun with them. It's been 8 years long (or is it 9?) we've been together and we're still the same bunch. Next outing? Sun-tanning or if the plan fails repeatedly because we are just like some dynamo bubble and some loves to be MIA (hahaha) we'll have a slumber party together the night before my wedding. Hehehehe. Love you guys lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/1-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/2-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/3-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/5-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/6-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2 years Anniversary for Eik[A]Fizd's engagement ties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 years since we're engaged. How time flies. I still remember the times that we laugh, smile, argued, cried, hug and make it up all again. I have to admit, it has never been a smooth journey right from the very start of our r'ship but with all the obstacles that we've went through; look where we are right now. In just a mere 3 mths plus to go, we'll be lawfully together. Thanks for everything dear. I promise you, Insya'allah, there will be only one Eik[A]Fizd that exists in this world and no others. No matter whatever circumstances, Eik[A]Fizd will hold on strong together as ONE. Thanks Allah for giving us a chance to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TUtlGxTgkJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TUtlGxTgkJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-9215449190675173502?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/9215449190675173502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=9215449190675173502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9215449190675173502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9215449190675173502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-are-some-of-pictures-due-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3830617749489686459</id><published>2009-10-23T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:55:44.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of you might have read my latest update in FB. Yes, we have gone through the 2nd step; Registering with ROMM. It was a nerve-wrecking moments for me and bambam. We really don’t know what to expect. I am simply lost on how the procedure is supposed to be. Our parents are not helping because they sat and wait at one corner for us. Hahahahaha. Based on a few friends’ occurrence, some had a hard time answering funny/random questions from the Head of Kadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step of registering was quite ok. It is less hassle and quite proactive. 2nd step was to choose our Naib Kadis. Bambam is trying to be funny lor! He asked for Kadi who stays really near my house so that he will pay less transport fees (Which all these while he is just assuming!!!!!). In the end, it is a standard fee of $100. Hahahaha. This bambam ah! Really tau! 3rd step was the most nervous part. I think there are like more than 1000 butterflies in my stomach. My hand was trembling and I just can’t keep still. Waiting for the couple ahead of us was like waiting for my turn to be slaughtered! When it was my turn, my legs turned jelly right in front of the kadi’s office. As I entered, I tried to be as per normal I can. Lucky for us, the Head of Kadi just asked me a few simple questions. *wipes sweat* Now that keeps me wondering how come some others would have to be interviewed for more than 15mins? Geezzz. I think I will wet my pants if I were to spend a longer time in the room with a lot of random questions being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, it’s all over now and just waiting for the day to come. Bambam was funny. He heaves a sigh of relief after we went out from ROMM as if he has just taken his akad nikah. My mum laughed looking at him. Apa lah you! Currently, most of the things are done. Bedroom set has been booked and will be delivered in December. Invitation cards are out for printing and will received it by December. Saw the drafts and I can’t wait to receive my wedding cards!!!!!!!!! I will be booking the void deck soon. I will confirm our photo shoot date soon. Eeeeeee, mcm2 sey. Excited lah kan after the 2 important things have already settled; Pre-marriage course &amp;amp; ROMM. Alhamdulillah. Mcm lega gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this end of the mth, the countdown ticker will change to 3 months plus. With this, I will officially be busy mending for my wedding. And with this, anybody would like to volunteer spring cleaning my room? 90% of what is in my room will be given/thrown away. What are you waiting for? Mask is provided for those with Sinus. Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3830617749489686459?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3830617749489686459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3830617749489686459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3830617749489686459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3830617749489686459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-of-you-might-have-read-my-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-9124188909264562630</id><published>2009-10-22T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:23:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An extract entry from my dear friend, &lt;a href="http://www.adhalive.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="Adha &lt;333" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/adha.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend of mine, who just turns 21 a week ago is getting married in a few months time. A very close and a very good friend of mine. People might perceived her as 'minah' but she is much better than some of the minah tudong(s). She is one of the loveliest minah I know. The one that really cares for you, the one that really truly be there for you, the one that you know will cheer you up and the one that is a joker. The one that is known as FRIEND. I wrote this, because I know I'm going to miss her. Although, yes, she still can hang out with us. I hope for the best for your future endeavors and hope your marriage last for eternity!. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant wait for our MEET UPS! I want to put your picture...but there's a tetapi =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, reading her entry makes me broke down into tears. So touching can? Babe, I will still be the same “crazy” friend that you know 8 years ago, no matter what. Even if im married, fret not, I will still get to meet you guys. Right bambam? Alahhhhhhhh.. Kau buat aku nangis lah. Dahlah, aku nak kau tau aku sayang korang2 k? &lt;strong&gt;*runs to the toilet*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-9124188909264562630?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/9124188909264562630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=9124188909264562630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9124188909264562630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9124188909264562630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/extract-entry-from-my-dear-friend-img.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2745720632131395399</id><published>2009-10-20T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:10:02.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some Pictures from the Pre-Marriage Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Motivator, Cik Omar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="248" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8820_1134182475583_1257930134_30327.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Dear, focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="504" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8820_1134182395581_1257930134_30327.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!! Telur tak pecah! Bambam, muka you alak senyummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 457px" height="524" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8820_1134182435582_1257930134_30327.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakal-bakal Pengantin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="313" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8820_1134182595586_1257930134_30327.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Day after receving our Certs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="296" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8820_1134182635587_1257930134_30327.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very cute couple! Luqman &amp;amp; Munirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="284" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8820_1134182675588_1257930134_30327.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, and only us! Yeay!! dah ble gi ROMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="446" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/8820_1134182755590_1257930134_30327.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2745720632131395399?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2745720632131395399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2745720632131395399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2745720632131395399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2745720632131395399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-pictures-from-pre-marriage-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1075278084120262115</id><published>2009-10-20T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:08:25.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's kind of irritating when someone whom u're not close with, starts racking about the past. As much as i tried not to be affected with what has been told, i do get hurt a lil. I mean, why rack up the past with the intention of hurting me? I don't freaking wanna knw if u did have feelings for my fiance before but please don't freaking start racking the negative past about him to me. I don't wanna knw because my memory capacity had enough of it! Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through worst and i've heard more than this. Your words ain't going to affect me in any way. Lucky after we went through the Pre-Marriage course, i could take the informations in handy as how to deal with this. *sigh* The past is the past. It hurts, a lot, but who are you to tell me all this? For your informations, all your stories are so outdated. Maybe i should update you with out current life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where did you knw him? From chat eh?&lt;br /&gt;(Hello! Im not that desperate to find a soulmate from the NET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Good to hear that you know about his past. At least when ppl starts to talk, you won't get hurt)&lt;br /&gt;(-_____-" I know him and his past way before we were together lahhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So far, did he did anything before behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously if he really does that, it won't affect me in any way. Before i was with him, i know what type of person he is and i know of the risks if i were to be with him. If he does that behinds my back, only Allah knws and if i were to know, i won't hesistate to take necessary actions. But i truly knw that he is a changed person and i truly trust him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How long have you guys been engaged?&lt;br /&gt;(Does it matters to you? Even if i just got engaged to him yesterday, does it bothers your life?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does his family accepts you?&lt;br /&gt;(WHAT THE HECK?! Why am i engaged to him in the 1st place? AND WHY are we getting MARRIED in a few months time if his family doesn't accepts me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You knw, during ITE days, he have this so and so then with so and so and then keeps on changing.&lt;br /&gt;( Yah, i know. SO?! My problem is it? What has it got to do with me NOW?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the questions keeps on popping and popping. Who are you? Reporter for the local magazine? *middle finger up* I repeat eh, I'VE BEEN THROUGH WORST THAN THIS AND I KNOW ALL ABOUT HIS PAST. ALL OF IT! I've thrown it all behind and why must you be a busybody telling me about him NOW? It's not like ive been with him a year ago, a few mths ago or, fuck, yesterday ok. All his stories about the past is inside my treasure chest. So fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so unlucky to be working under the same roof as u? What the FUCK?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1075278084120262115?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1075278084120262115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1075278084120262115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1075278084120262115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1075278084120262115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-kind-of-irritating-when-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7958277430113191782</id><published>2009-10-18T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:03:59.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the end of our 2 days Pre-Marriage course, Alhamdulillah. and we got our Certificate already!!!!!!! See how excited i am? Heh. I may whine on how draggy and sometimes it is out of topic. I may not fully 100% understand the whole modules because they use so CHIM malay words! I may whine on how freezing cold i am. But at the end of the day, there are a lot of informations that i got from this course. From preparing a family, sex, dealing with financials and in-laws and much much more. The most touching part is when all of us have to stand and do a pledge. To promise ourselves that no matter what, we will try to avoid from getting into a separation/Divorce. We will try to make this marriage a successful one till eternity, Insya'allah. That's a promise to ourselves and to our partners. Nearly cried but must maintain mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reached the 1st step. Truthfully, after looking at the certificate, my mind went berserk for a while. Hahahaha. As the next step is ROMM and then solemnization, now then i realised how big step i've made by entering into this marriage life. Yeah, im scared but i believe that me and bambam can go through this together, insya'allah. Without him, i can't possibly be here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the course is draggy and i kept wanting it to end as fast as possible but after we got hold of the cert the next day, i kind of miss all the interactions and group work we had during the course. All those new friends and Bride&amp;amp;Groom to be. I miss the atmosphere. I wish and pray that all of them will have a smooth sailing journey during and after wedding. May Allah bless our marriage. Amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next step? ROMM...... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7958277430113191782?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7958277430113191782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7958277430113191782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7958277430113191782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7958277430113191782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-end-of-our-2-days-pre-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1288711244654278835</id><published>2009-10-12T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:34:07.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a tiring humid day. I was trying to blend through the heat (eh, got such thing meh?) but my mood overcome myself. HAHAHAHAHA. But overall, I enjoyed the wedding ceremony. I enjoyed the food, the deco and looking at the Bride who took RH Bridal apart from the BIG FAMILY gatherings from all walks of life. HAHAHAHA. Ok, itu sungguh tak perlu. I couldn’t manage to attend the solemnization as I was over @ decorama’s office to finalize my deco theme and dais. I told myself that no matter what, I will try to stick to my $1780 package but in the end I upgraded to $2400 package. So much for wanting to have a simple wedding. Ni smue nafsu babe, nafsu. Tapi my nafsu overcome my mind. LOL. &lt;strong&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, Im so loving her make-up. So beautiful and her mak andam really transform her to a GORGEOUS princess. Looking at her deco, I can foresee how’s my deco going to be like as we took from the same boutique (or whatever it is called). Im so excited can? Can’t wait to get married! Hahahahaha. Very mentel I know, no need to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I was fighting with the heat. My mood came crumbling down as I start perspiring. Furthermore, I had an unofficial exercise moments with a simple 3 steps that I need to keep on repeating throughout the day. Sit, Stand, Salam, Sit Stand, Salam and the process keeps on repeating itself throughout the whole day. &lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt; One more thing with my bad habit is please don’t talk to me when im fighting my moments with the heat. I will get agitated with you very easily. But it can’t be help yesterday because im the so called “main attraction”. People keeps on coming to me and talking about the same thing; wedding. Tired lahhhhhh. You guys makes me more nervous ok! &lt;strong&gt;*shake head*&lt;/strong&gt; Even mak asked me, “Why? Are you tired? You want to go back or not? We go back ah?” All I did was to give her a look like this, -_-“. Hahahahaha. In the end, all of my family members gave up and we proceeded to my uncle’s house just a few blocks away to refresh ourselves. Semue lepak habis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of pictures and videos for me to upload here but my fat brother was conquering the laptop for the whole day yesterday. KNS! He has the cheek to ask me, “You want to use laptop or not?”  And he asked me TWICE. Of course I answered yes but he continued with his games w/o acknowledging me thereafter. Darn! Most probably I will upload today if im not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my advance birthday gift from my mak and colleague. Mak gave me a new hp (which I need badly) and this morning a colleague of mine presented me a gift fully wrapped which I assume is a teddy bear judging by my sense of touch. Hahahahaha. Wah, she really made my Monday morning ok. So, what has bambam have in store for me tomorrow? I don’t know. He said we will only be eating at Mcdonalds. =,=” Obviously if he really brings me there for my birthday, I will demand him to send me back home at an instant! LOL. Like hello, I don’t turn 21 and taking my leave everyday just to eat at Mcdonalds ok. But I knw he was joking with me as this boy of mine is full with surprises. So I can’t wait for tomorrow, Thursday (bday c’bration for me &amp;amp; Katt @ Jimm’s Pub), Sat &amp;amp; Sun (Pre-Marriage Course) and Wed. I can’t waitttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long people…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1288711244654278835?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1288711244654278835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1288711244654278835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1288711244654278835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1288711244654278835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-was-tiring-humid-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3917270276477290341</id><published>2009-10-08T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:02:05.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bambam made me cry just now. Im speechless and i don't know how to react. He called me just now and here's some of the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: I just want you to know that i really appreciate you. I really love you. We went through a lot together. Although i know that at times you suka mengamok, marah-marah but at least i know your weakness and you know my weakness. You marah2 pon, you still stand put beside me. All those arguments that we had, made me love you even more. I really appreciate you. I knw that we had that one moment that nearly got us seperated and i know i will really regret if that night i didn't do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget whatever you did to me. The times when im down, you were there supporting me. Remember the time that im taking my bike license? When i failed, you were there supporting and encouraging me. Before you, when i masih dgn my ex-es, tak terlintas utk i amik lesen motor psl i tau they will only stick with me because of bike. Tapi when im with you, you tak pernah suruh i amik lesen motor and that's why i change my decision and took the license. I still remember the times you carikan i keje. The times when im at the lowest point, you were there. I still remember when im sick, you took care of me, kasi i mkn bubur. You were there beside me always. Walau macam mane irritating i am, you are still beside me. I will never forget. I just want you to know that i really appreciate you and i really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what he said to me and what did i respond back? None. No words came out except for i love you too. Apart from that, tears flows down without me realising it. Crying over the other line; I think im too sensitive. There's more but i can't possibly remember every single details he said and anecdote here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, i really love you sayang. Thanks for making me cry with your sudden speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3917270276477290341?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3917270276477290341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3917270276477290341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3917270276477290341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3917270276477290341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/bambam-made-me-cry-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4714651470102646665</id><published>2009-10-08T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:55:32.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 more days till yours truly turns &lt;s&gt;sweet 17&lt;/s&gt; 21!!!! &lt;/quote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4714651470102646665?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4714651470102646665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4714651470102646665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4714651470102646665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4714651470102646665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-more-days-till-yours-truly-turns.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4863433303226278184</id><published>2009-10-05T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:34:58.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cVVcPEUV6zU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cVVcPEUV6zU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4863433303226278184?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4863433303226278184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4863433303226278184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4863433303226278184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4863433303226278184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-8617880778660271559</id><published>2009-10-01T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:05:16.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don’t know why but Im so excited for my Pre-Marriage Course. Can’t wait for it! I don’t really know what to expect during the Full 2 day course but Im pretty much anticipating it. Hopefully I can adapt and make use of the informations given wisely. Yesterday was browsing through which/what kind of invitation card should we use and I felt in love with this certain one at the moment I look at it. It is so simple and cute. So, i got mum to look at it and she too felt in love with the design. Immediately, I contact the person in charge and im waiting patiently for its reply. I kept checking my mails every now and then. If it’s confirmed, then I will have 3 types of cards. Same design but different colors. Some of you might get black card, blue card or even purple card. That is, if it’s possible lah. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this got me down thinking who should I really invite? Gahhhh! Colleagues, ex colleagues, closed friends, friends, ex-schoolmates and/or bloggers? We’ll just see how ok? If you’re invited, your presence is greatly appreciated. But if you’re not in the list, my sincere apologies for I have accidentally missed u out or I don’t have enough cards or maybe I don’t have any means/way to contact you. My apologies in advance as I only throw out 600 cards which are actually not enough but I still restrict it to just 600 cards. Preparations have already started intensely on my side and I want it to be done and over with asap! So taxing can? After marriage, mum already plan [for me] to buy Toyota Wish. Bambam wanted Suzuki Swift but mum said it’s better if I buy Toyota Wish. Jeng jeng jeng!!! So after marriage we will no longer be saving for wedding but saving to buy a car; that’s another aim for me next year. Talking about aims, bambam really fulfills all his aim throughout the years with me and im so proud of him. A man with responsibility and that’s why I chose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I took 5 hours to come up with this entry? I really wanted to update but nothing seems to be an interesting topic for me to blog about. Heh. Btw, I’ll start privatizing my blog soon. It’s either I privatized or I will not update till next year. But after much thinking, I’m going with the former one. I want to share my every single journey of my life in preparing for my BIG DAY [incl my photo shoot pictures!!] with you readers but at the same time, I’m avoiding/restricting blogging too publicly about my personal life. You know, I have to take precautions and preventing anything from happening [although some of my family members have the feel of it already]. May GOD forbid it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, you know the drill. Either tag ur email address or email it at &lt;a href="mailto:mizzyeika@hotmail.com"&gt;mizzyeika@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I’ll privatize it as and when I think I should do it. For now, enjoy the moments shared here. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-8617880778660271559?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8617880778660271559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=8617880778660271559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8617880778660271559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8617880778660271559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-why-but-i-im-so-excited-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-8876848558143390723</id><published>2009-09-20T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:55:03.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel so tired and totally worn out after only visiting for 5 houses. Trust me, my diet went haywire. Like totally. =,=" But this year we took quite a number of pictures. Let me just put it up all here w/o editing it. Im tired and i heard that the visitors will start coming in to my house as early as 10am for tmrw! Wahhhh. Tired lahhhhhhh... kk... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 537px; HEIGHT: 412px" height="449" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0003-3.jpg" width="597" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyanese side of the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 537px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="474" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0005-3.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house brought back fond memories during childhood days. i grew up here. in that house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="500" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0006-3.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 479px" height="702" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0012-3.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="460" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0017-2.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="432" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0020-2.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="468" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0022-2.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="434" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0024-2.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="485" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0027-2.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="477" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0028-2.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="506" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0029-2.jpg" width="503" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 534px; HEIGHT: 403px" height="478" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0031-1.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="477" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0033-2.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 534px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="486" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0035-2.jpg" width="503" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="701" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0038-1.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 553px" height="677" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0037-1.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the macarons is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 534px; HEIGHT: 429px" height="486" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0040-1.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chinese grandma [maternal side]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 478px" height="674" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0042-2.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 424px" height="483" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0044-1.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trademark for the long lost cousin: chinese slit eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 535px; HEIGHT: 405px" height="497" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0047-2.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="410" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0049-4.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 477px" height="665" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0053-2.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Javanese side of the family. Notice the trademark for this pic? The chinese looking and sepet eyes. i call it, the sepet clans. it's easy to identify us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="473" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0057-1.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love my cousin's hair which i highlighted for her. nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 535px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="454" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0059-1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. Nak tdo dah.. besok pagi2 kene attack dah.. chalos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-8876848558143390723?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8876848558143390723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=8876848558143390723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8876848558143390723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8876848558143390723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-so-tired-and-totally-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4786276020577950991</id><published>2009-09-19T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:16:43.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/3178_69050398450_647038450_1685228_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempena Hari yang berbahagia ini, kami ingin menghulur 20 jari (termasuk jari kaki sekali) memohon maaf jika selama ini kami terkasar bahasa, tertengking, termarah, terkutuk, tergossip, termkn/terminum, terkilas kat road, tercari pasal atau ter ter yang lain lain. Sesungguhnya, kami tidak lepas dari membuat kesilapan. Di Hari yang mulia ini, kami doakan semoga anda semua maafkan atas segala kesalahan kami dan semoga hidup anda disinari dengan cahaya Nur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dengan tulus dan ikhlas dari Eikafizd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4786276020577950991?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4786276020577950991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4786276020577950991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4786276020577950991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4786276020577950991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/09/sempena-hari-yang-berbahagia-ini-kami.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-9200485893916159653</id><published>2009-09-17T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:40:58.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are left with 3 more days. There are so many things to do with so little time. I have yet to clean my bedroom, change my spreadsheet, wipe my window grill, hang my curtains, etc. I don’t want to Hari Raya, can? I wish that this year, my family won’t go visiting to too many places. I don’t want to be dead meat. Last year’s timing was just nice. I think we reach home at around 10pm. Or is it 9? This year can we reach home at 8? Pretty please with cherry on top. &lt;strong&gt;*make kitty eyes*&lt;/strong&gt; This year my brother will continue joining us for the visiting because his bike is at the workshop. Baik ah geng! I prefer this way as I get to bitch about here and there with him. &lt;strong&gt;*insert evil laughter*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to self: Please avoid all those sinfully indulgence this coming festive season. No matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck? I don’t think it is possible. Why? It’s because if we were to go to grandma house, she will insist that every one of us eat the foods. I think she has some extra eyes lah. She can jolly well know who haven’t and who have eaten. [Cousins, if u are reading this, keep it to yourself] hahahaha. I think on Sunday, I’ll have to put a chop on my forehead stating, “I&lt;em&gt; am on diet right now and I have eaten your foods. Trust me. Please don’t ask me to keep on eating. Thank you&lt;/em&gt;”. On Monday, I will be attending to my colleagues’ wedding. Yea, it’s the second day of Hari Raya and that’s why I chose to go just to avoid &lt;s&gt;giving green packets&lt;/s&gt; going for house visiting. &lt;strong&gt;*raise eyebrow*&lt;/strong&gt; Third day of Hari Raya, I’ll be on leave and I intend to sleep the whole day. So please avoid waking me up from my sleep. The following days I’ll be back to work and I did not intend to extend my leave because I want to avoid &lt;s&gt;giving green packets&lt;/s&gt; going for house visiting. Hahaahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September please fly faster because a whole lot of things waiting for me ahead in October. Weeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Oct: Raya-ing with Karisma-rians&lt;br /&gt;8th Oct: Katt’s birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;10th – 11th Oct: Zura’s Wedding&lt;br /&gt;13th Oct: Yours truly turns legally &lt;s&gt;blonde&lt;/s&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;13th Oct: Call RH to reconfirm the date for photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;17th – 18th Oct: Pre-Marriage Course&lt;br /&gt;21st Oct: Register with ROMM [tentatively]&lt;br /&gt;24th Oct: Go to decorama to fix the deco theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!!!! Im all excited for October! &lt;strong&gt;*Strips dancing*&lt;/strong&gt; Ok shoot! Stop imagining the strip dancing part. Batal kang puasa korang! So please, fly faster September. Let’s warmly welcome October with hugs and kisses. &lt;strong&gt;*smooches*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to Bambam: You are so irritatingly cute yesterday. It reminds me when we first started out together. And I can’t stop laughing when you asked me whether I talked in Japanese yesterday. -___-“ For your information Mohd Al-Hafizd, I was saying, “&lt;em&gt;3 tahun tau I layan perangai irritating you. Loyar Buruk je. Gigit kang babatnya&lt;/em&gt;!”. I’m not saying &lt;u&gt;[insert some Japanese language]&lt;/u&gt; as you’ve claimed!!!!!!! Hahahahahaha. OMG! &lt;strong&gt;*spanks your babat*&lt;/strong&gt; [insert cheeky smile]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-9200485893916159653?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/9200485893916159653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=9200485893916159653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9200485893916159653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9200485893916159653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-left-with-3-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-41861908107275086</id><published>2009-09-11T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:42:40.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, me and bambam managed to brace through the crowd although I’ve turn slightly blue. Luckily I didn’t manage to turn into a GREEN monster. My eyes was totally sore looking at those yps and M&amp;amp;Ms. I guess that will be my first and the last time im going to enter Geylang during this holy month. I hate crowds/heat. Me and crowds/heat will never get along with each other. Our mission was accomplished yesterday. First stop to TKC and the moment I saw this purple suit, I fell in love. Without any hassle Wessel, I grab the size, try it and pay it immediately. That was the 1st boutique I entered and off I went out with the paper bag. I can’t be bothered to recce to other boutiques because I know I will be split into choices. The Original price was $129 but had it discounted nearly half of the amount. Coolness shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out of the boutique and saw Hakim&amp;amp;Mirah. It’s been so long and I miss them. Mirah shed down a few pounds and she’s getting prettier. Hakim is not only part of karisma-rians but he’s also Bambam’s uncle. Yes, “Uncle” although he is the same age as me. LOL. Then we move on to search for the guys’ malay suit. It’s so hard to get the same colour shade and size. So, we just hantam. This year, me and bambam will not have the same shade of colour but it is still purple. It’s ok lah. Cincai sudah. Satu hari je pakai, lepas tu letak tepi. Duh! So bambam bought the purple suit with samping while I bought purple suit for my dad and bro. So, this year, we will be going GAY! I love you, you love me. We are happy family. With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you. Once u say, u love me too. Mak has bought her suit way advance before the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, to my dismay, I’m the only person in the house with the different shade of colour. Usually, Mak will be the odd one but this year, im the odd one. Geez. The best thing is that both my bro and my dad has the same shade colour with my mum! SAME SHADE lehhhh! Tsk tsk. Takpe. Once in a while, I’m different from them. I was glad that bro and dad is happy with their suits. It’s a present from me to them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be highlighting my cousin’s hair again. Afternoon will proceed to Ibu house to celebrate her birthday. Sunday will be waiting for my cookies to be delivered to my house and I think I’ll be baking some cookies too. My weekends will be fully packed as from this week. Will be on leave for one day only that is on the 22nd. Can’t afford to waste my leave for this month because I will be using a lot on October and November. Tsk tsk. Hopefully my boss approves my leave if not I really do not know what am I supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth stinks of sambal belacan that I consume from the Beef Fried Rice for iftar yesterday, I’ve brushed my teeth and gargle my mouth with Listerine but I can still smell the belacan. Errkk. And right now im craving for dengdeng. Tulah, smalam action tk nk beli dengdeng, Panas lah hape lah. Dah balik baru teringat-ingat, Gatal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my mum will cook one of my favourite dishes today. Sabsooka! I heard mak called ibu to get the recipe from her. Hahahahaha. Bestnya! Ok. I can forget about dengdeng if today mak cook sabsooka. Yessaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-41861908107275086?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/41861908107275086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=41861908107275086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/41861908107275086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/41861908107275086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-me-and-bambam-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3728569461026000552</id><published>2009-09-07T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:13:53.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the 17th day of Ramadan. In 12 more days, we will be celebrating Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Truth be told, I’ve not started with my preparations. Still, I’ve set aside my money to pay for the cakes and cookies and also for the Green Packets. When I was still schooling, all I think of is the Green Packets that Im going to get from the elders and all my clothing’s are sponsored by the parents. Doesn’t matter 3 pairs or more but if I were to only have 1 pair of the outfit, I will sulk. How pampered I was back then. When I received those green packets from the elders, all I could think of is shopping. That’s natural for all school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I’ve started to enter the adulthood life, I can feel how hard it is to manage my own set of money. I don’t mind not having a new pair of clothes; I don’t mind not having a new set of hair, make-up, shoes or heels. Because I jolly well understand now how hard it is to work and get paid at the end of the month. I don’t have the heart to splurge unnecessarily on my desire to get new stuffs because others did too. Now I understand how hard it is my parents set my necessity first than theirs. Seriously, I feel so bad. They set aside their money for Hari Raya, my clothes, Green packets, foods that needs to be cook on Hari Raya, cookies and all other things. All I know is that everything are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I intend to buy only one suit. I can still wear my last year shoe and bag. I don’t want to spend my money unnecessary. Furthermore, I’m in no mood to celebrate Hari Raya. For God sake, I prefer fasting month than Hari Raya. On the other note, this year will be the last year I am celebrating Hari Raya as a single young lady. Next year I will celebrate Hari Raya with a new status and the not so new person in my life, Insya’Allah. Who knows we will not celebrate with just the 2 of us? Who knows there’s an extra peanut or something? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Eh…. Jauh sey pikiran. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear, I tau u ngah tdo. I’ve been thinking bout what u’ve said since last night. I berjanji I tk akan sia2kan segala pengorbanan u terhadap i. I akan jadi suami yg terbaik untuk u insya’allah dunia dan akhirat. Terima kasih kerana sudi menjadi isteri i. ily” – bambam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days I’ve been the emotional monster but Alhamdulillah I managed to control it. Maybe I’m just preparing myself more for our future. I cried when reading his msg (yea I’m a certified crybaby) and I know I did not choose the wrong path to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woman was made from the rib of man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was not created from his head to top him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nor from his feet to be stepped upon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was made from his side to be close to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From beneath his arm to be protected by him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Near his heart to be loved by him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting him, getting to know him, be his friend, be his listening partner, be his girl, be his fiancée and soon his wife. I’ve never expected all these in us. But I thank GOD we’re together and I thank GOD that I was made from your rib. Thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I think it’s the pre-nuptial syndrome again. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3728569461026000552?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3728569461026000552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3728569461026000552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3728569461026000552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3728569461026000552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-17th-day-of-ramadan.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7449625406173533449</id><published>2009-08-31T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:13:51.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I tried to start blogging, I kept leaving the space behind after a few minutes because I have nothing to blog about. Funny. I think the blogging vibe is no longer there or maybe im just a big procrastinator. Saaaaap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Tomorrow will be Teacher’s Day. So, Happy Teacher’s Day to all of you teachers out there especially all Mothers out there. Yup! Mother’s does not only celebrate Mother’s Day but also Teacher’s Day. Before we enter school, who has been teaching us all these while? Who has been inculcating those good behaviors and moral to us? Who was the one who teach us our first few steps? It’s none others than our Mothers! So Happy Teachers Day!!! How I wish I could say that to myself. =( 2 years celebrating teacher’s day was awesome. No words could describe the feelings. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Move On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have entered the 2nd week of Fasting Month. So far, how have you people been coping? Good? Alhamdulillah. On my part, it wasn’t a good start. My immune system broke down again and my fever shot up to 38.6, bad flu accompany with bad cough. People have been telling me to break my fast and eat my medicine but I persevered for 2 days. No matter how bad my cough and flu is, I still stayed on and continued fasting. Last Wednesday was the last straw when my fever shot up to 38.6. Waiting for the time to break fast was a torture for me. I’m combating with the heavy head, high fever and really bad running nose. It was hell! After I broke my fast, bambam accompanied me to the doc straight away. Negotiated with the doc to give me only 1 day mc and the doc shook his head. I know I’m stubborn but who will help me with my workload? NONE. I had to forgo my 1 day of fasting to eat all those cockroach eggs. Damn! But I’m all fit now, although im not 100% recover but I can jolly well continue with my fast. =D Hopefully my Red Flag won’t come so soon. Relax a bit yo! Do come during the end of fasting month. Please listen to Mummy, ok. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys prepared your stuffs for Hari Raya? Hahahahaha. Well not for me. This year, I ordered my hari raya cookies online. LOL Superdupercanggih kan? I did not plan to entirely clean my room because in December I have to get rid all the things in my room (except for my clothes) to welcome NEW FURNITURE. Hehehe. I have to paint my room and will need my uncle’s help in some electrical things to be fixed in Dec. So this year Raya, my room will be as per normal. I have yet to buy my Raya clothes and shoes. Am not planning to buy expensive ones. I have yet to change my money for ehem duit ehem zakat ehem budak2. Aiyah, easy said, I’ve prepared nothing for this year Raya lah! So much for typing but none has been done. -_______-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are left with 5 mths plus for our wedding and I think im lagging behind. I’ve been missing out on a lot of things. PROCASTINATOR. Ok, by hook or by crook, I need to sign up for our pre-marriage course by THIS WEEK! I need to fix my appointment with decorama and Gubahan Cinta; and im still taking my own sweet baby steps. What the heck? *knocks head on the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam dam dam dam dam…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I think I want to cut my hair after we are married. I want to cut super duper short. But who cares because none of u will get to see it lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the paragraph is getting lesser and lesser words starting from the 7th paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else shall I type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7449625406173533449?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7449625406173533449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7449625406173533449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7449625406173533449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7449625406173533449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/08/whenever-i-tried-to-start-blogging-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4379472013346625791</id><published>2009-08-21T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:56:42.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past years with this blog, I’ve disabled the usage of tag board. Seemingly, I put it up back because some of the readers have a hard time using the comment box sited at the end of every entry. The reason as to why I prefer comment box is because readers can write a lengthy comments and I have the rights to either approve the comments first or otherwise. You know, I condone some readers who are so disrespectful with regards to the owner of the blog. Some readers seem like to know me more about my personal life / achievements just by avidly reading my entries which I am so surprised and that’s one of the reasons why lately I kept privatizing my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a fan of tag boards but since it’s convenience for others to use, I put it up back. I’ve been through insolent taggers for I don’t know how many years I’ve been blogging and it seems like Im more immune to it. In the past, I will retaliate back to those unknown creatures but after all these years I found it, why bother? You hate tag, I delete and ban. In the past, I will track down those creatures till I found them. But now, why bother? Delete and ban will be my favourite task as for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you do not know me well, don’t bother giving comments about how I deal with my life. No one knows better than I do. I just received a tag from janna who commented about me not having enough qualifications to be a PO. Look, I can’t be bothered to apply if I don’t have at least the requirements. Even if im not a degree holder, at least I would end up to be a sergeant if I were to be selected and the pay is bomb. Look, I don’t have to lay out all my transcripts and documents just for you ain’t I? If you are just a reader, act like one. Don’t assume me too well and try to give a “constructive” comment which doesn’t give me any impact. I appreciate positive comments which can make me improve on my skills rather than degrading me down. So please, if you are just a reader, act and behave like one. If you don’t respect the owner of this blog, you can’t expect me to respect you as a reader as well. ‘Nuff Said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4379472013346625791?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4379472013346625791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4379472013346625791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4379472013346625791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4379472013346625791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-past-years-with-this-blog-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-752106212820792331</id><published>2009-08-19T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:52:05.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPF: Police Officer Application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are shortlisted for Selection Assessment + Interview on 21 August 09, 0900hrs SHARP, Full day @ Police Cantonment Complex (391 New Bridge Road), Homeground (L7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attire: Formal&lt;br /&gt;Please Bring: PEN, PT Shorts and T-shirt, IC-sized photo, ORIGINAL + PHOTOCOPIED doc, NRIC X 2, BirthCert, all Edu Certs, transcripts, NS records X 2, Bankacccnt details, any other relevant doc/achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotline: 6478 2321/2747/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to give it a miss. -_____-" I know you people might call me stupid. I know. It's my dream too. I always picture myself proudly wearing that Blue Uniform but if everybody is against it, what can i do? Let me just be in my dreams. I'm going to give it a miss and im not delighted. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-752106212820792331?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/752106212820792331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=752106212820792331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/752106212820792331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/752106212820792331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/08/spf-police-officer-application-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1291247948395591055</id><published>2009-08-13T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:33:13.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jitters jittery feelings. That's what i've been feeling these past few days. 6 mths to go. I still remember the last time that i put up the countdown ticker, it was 1 year more to go. Right now, we are left with only half a year. Im sure my cousin is already busy preparing for her wedding in another 2 mths time and when her time is up, i will be already busy preparing mine. How fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i wanted to take a step back and relax a bit, i still can't get rid this nervous feeling that im having. Mum has been pestering me to throw most of my things in the room, clear my wardrobe and paint my room. New bed and wardrobe will be coming in soon. Although you people could see a lot of my task has been done by looking at my affiliates, i still have lots more to book and pay. Things like pre-marriage course, gubahan hantarans, gifts that needs to be exchange, invitation cards, booking of void decks, another round with decorama to choose our deco theme, book a date for photoshoot which is supposed to be in Oct and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all those who have been / is going through this process understand what i am feeling right now. It seems like the time didn't want to wait for me. Why? I know that you guys will be bored with my post that currently has more content about my upcoming wedding. But i can't help it. Everytime i wanted to post about something else, i will experienced a writers' block and i could only think about my upcoming wedding. How like that? This jittery feelings ain't the same like during we were about to get engaged. I got nervous a day before and during the engagement day. But this feeling is way too advance sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this feelings has got to do with the responsibility that i have to carry out after marriage; as a wife, daughter, daughter-in-law and sister-in-law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1291247948395591055?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1291247948395591055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1291247948395591055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1291247948395591055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1291247948395591055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/08/jitters-jittery-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2231164793500152240</id><published>2009-08-08T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:00:04.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="360" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/1-3.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3rd to us. It's been 3 years we've been together. All those obstacles that we've went through before, it made us to where we are now. This is by far, my longest relationship that i ever had. I thank GOD for presenting me this gift. From strangers to friends to lovers to an engaged couple and soon in another 6 mths plus time as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never ever want to trade him with anyone/anything else. He is just who he is who accept me for who i am. Right from the beginning of our relationships, he has been there for me. All those ciircumstances that we had, makes us stronger. I can't thank Allah enough. These 3 years taught me so much things. I was barely 17 when i was in a relationship with him and he was just a 21 years old boy. How much we've grown together and i want to grow old with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the changes these past years, makes me yearn to grow together with him and see more changes in us. None of my past is so patient with me. None of my past knows my likes/dislikes at the tip of his fingertips. None of my past bothered about my well being. Most importantly none of my past shower me with TLC and loves me as much as my Mohd Al-Hafizd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey will continue to a new chapter soon, Insya'allah. I hope our love will stay as strong as ever. Thank you love for the past years and let's get ready to embark to our new journey soon. In just a matter of months, Insya'Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2231164793500152240?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2231164793500152240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2231164793500152240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2231164793500152240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2231164793500152240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-3rd-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-8710876785446189661</id><published>2009-08-02T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:53:28.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's wedding ceremony under my void and the songs they played are all nice oldies song. I can't help it but to dance to its song because it's a live band from ghazal and there's no off tune singing from M&amp;amp;M and aunties/uncles. I enjoyed it so much but i can't take it when i wanted to sleep and i can't because the music is too loud that i can hear it so clearly although im from the 11th floor. tsk tsk. Tapi tkpe, sedap punya pasal, tak dapat tidur pon takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a while since i last post pictures. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, i was too bored at work and coincidently, i have my camera in hand. So, here are the nonsense that i had at work. Pardon my messy cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met up with the sec besties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i really need to sleep. don't care with the loud music anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-8710876785446189661?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8710876785446189661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=8710876785446189661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8710876785446189661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8710876785446189661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-wedding-ceremony-under-my-void.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/31%20july%202009/th_IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5255168409947029400</id><published>2009-07-29T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:48:50.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know im putting a big risk by blogging about the Anti Minahs &amp;amp; Kenings 2.0. They could suddenly take hold of my pictures from any source and I might end up to be one of the featured in their fan page. Seriously im not against their fan page or whatever they are trying to entail there. I have the rough idea that they are trying to give a message to all the minahs/minahrep to change their personality, improve on their make-up skills and the most importance is the eyebrow which they have been trying to enlighten there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it’s inappropriate to publish the pictures of those featured on their fan page and to be a bit harsh, it’s rude. I know, I know. How to tell the others what they are trying to implement there when there’s no pictures to give others an example. But the least you could do is to crop off their bottom half of their face. If you’re trying to show their Mcdonald’s eyebrow and shitty colour eye make-up; crop off their mouth and nose. If you’re trying to impose their bottom half, crop off their upper half. I mean, this is basic manners. Doesn’t mean some of the minahs/minahreps are rowdy and having attitude problem, you have to do the same thing to them. Don’t stoop so low to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the examples that im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Sm_-UkWK9nI/AAAAAAAAADs/noi_IH4Mlik/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363785310529058418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Sm_-UkWK9nI/AAAAAAAAADs/noi_IH4Mlik/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Sm_-P1RnO7I/AAAAAAAAADk/6ctykCxUxyM/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363785229173996466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Sm_-P1RnO7I/AAAAAAAAADk/6ctykCxUxyM/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that it will take a bit more of your time to edit their pictures and stuff but if you’ve got the time to set up a fan page and if you have the time to grab their pictures from whatever source u have, just take a lil bit of time to edit it. It doesn’t harm you to edit it, do u? C’mon. It’s basic courtesy. To grab and post their pictures without permission, at least have some manners not to be too obvious with their pictures. It’s already hard on them that majority of Singaporeans are looking down to it. How would you feel if one of your relatives, family, sisters, bff, or your loved ones had the same thing happening to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not that im against your fan page or what. I respect the message that you’re trying to give out. But do read back what im trying to imply here.It’s already bad enough that people have been criticizing and look down on them. It doesn’t kills to take a bit of your time to edit it. I hope the administrator do look through on to this matter. Even newspapers/media edited their pictures when trying to give out info so that their face will not be too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5255168409947029400?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5255168409947029400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5255168409947029400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5255168409947029400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5255168409947029400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-im-putting-big-risk-by-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Sm_-UkWK9nI/AAAAAAAAADs/noi_IH4Mlik/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5834448274060148931</id><published>2009-07-27T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:03:58.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last, i have something proper to blog about. This is regarding the oh-so famous "Nenek Keropok" that has been going on and on for these past few weeks. It's getting irritating. The first thing that i've read about this "nenek keropok" was like a few weeks back at MJ12 website. I read it and i totally forget about it until all those rumors started spreading about her and all sorts of different stories were made up regarding this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's just entertainment. I chose not to believe it. Maybe she do exists and maybe she doesn't. But who cares! What makes me kind of irritated is when those stupid people starts to blame MJ12 because of this. It's just their job to publish new stories and they do have a disclaimer that &lt;em&gt;"Kisah-kisah yang diketengahkan di dalam rancangan Misteri Jam 12 dan juga di dalam blog rasmi ini, &lt;strong&gt;anggaplah ia sebagai satu hiburan&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tidak ada sebarang bukti yang boleh mengesahkan kebenarannya.&lt;/strong&gt; Jangan mudah percaya dan jangan terlalu taksub dengan apa yang kami ketengahkan kerana apa yang disampaikan adalah pengalaman individu-individu yang berbeza-beza dan mungkin ditokok-tambah..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why take things seriously? Like c'mon lah! I guess u people have better things to do than minding this "nenek keropok" business right? If she really exists, just recite simple prayers and pray that bad things won't happen. If she doesn't exists, just mind your own bloody business and stop blaming MJ12 for these shits. MJ12 doesn't create shits, YOU are the ones who did it! It's a far true fact that MJ12 is for entertainment wise. WAKE UP PEOPLE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this conversation with mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: If your supplier never come, i think you can be the next "nenek keropok". Go sell keropok k?&lt;br /&gt;Mak: *laughs* i guess the "nenek keropok" retire already. I think now she sell perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahahaha. K best, go sell keropok door to door k?&lt;br /&gt;Mak: If the original nenek keropok is so ugly, i will wear make up and dress nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: The more people don't want to buy from you and the more they will be scared of you. The will think u kakak cantik already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA. WAHLAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mak: If they thinks im kakak cantik nvm, but if they think i want to flirt/steal their husband how?&lt;br /&gt;All of us: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, these little little jokes tightens our family bonds. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5834448274060148931?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5834448274060148931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5834448274060148931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5834448274060148931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5834448274060148931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-last-i-have-something-proper-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6730895325337045273</id><published>2009-07-26T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:21:20.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to unlocked this blog since i received too many emails regarding this and i'm very lazy to invite all. I have 160+ mails and i'm very lazy to read it. I am supposed to go for a jog this morning but laziness overcome me and i forgo the idea to train for the 10km marathon. I am enjoying my 4 days holiday from work and when i think about my workload tmr, i feel lazy to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this blog while it will be locked in a few mths time, i think. When i think that i need to send invitations to my blog, i'm so lazy to do the extra chores. So, welcome the Lazy Eika after recovering from the stupid high fever. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6730895325337045273?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6730895325337045273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6730895325337045273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6730895325337045273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6730895325337045273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-decided-to-unlocked-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-794410403032018255</id><published>2009-07-23T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:33:32.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently nursing from a high fever of 38 degree celcius. Have all the symptoms of H1N1 but i pray that it's not positive. Why did i say H1N1? It's because my own boss just came back from Amsterdam a few days back and he's on MC too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am given 2 days MC now and currently have difficulty in breathing. Am i allergic to the medicine or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz.. Shall just rest for now. Hope i have a speedy recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-794410403032018255?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/794410403032018255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=794410403032018255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/794410403032018255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/794410403032018255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-currently-nursing-from-high-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-373642653780241814</id><published>2009-07-17T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:39:08.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant believe that im joining the 10km standard chartard marathon in December. Well, when was the last time i've put on my running shoe? Will be up for training sessions soon. Hopefully i won't die/faint halfway through and hopefully, by december i have the best body shape for our wedding and photoshoot. Insya'allah. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-373642653780241814?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/373642653780241814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=373642653780241814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/373642653780241814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/373642653780241814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-believe-that-im-joining-10km.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1783402936021715797</id><published>2009-07-10T09:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:37:21.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday had a short meet up with bambam after 1 week of not meeting with each other and I miss him so much. Yea, ego strikes me yet again and I refused to declare that I miss and love him even when he prompted. Very bad. But yeah, it’s a public declaration that I do miss u ok. So we were like catching up all the things that we have missed and we have been talking about our wedding, yet again. Not that I am bored of talking but as we were talking, I got all the jittery feelings. It came about that I have still so many things that are not done yet. Why oh why? And by next month we have to already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Book for Pre-marriage course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Appointment with Gubahan Cinta [hantarans]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Visit to bridal studio to confirm our photo shoot date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Book our void deck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Place a deposit for bunga telur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get in contact with the invitation cards&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I just don’t wanna go through all these process already. I’m mentally and physically drain out. I just wish that one day when I wake up, Im already getting myself ready to wait for my make-up artiste to come and doll me up. Wouldn’t it be great? *sigh* Fat hope ok Eika! Nvm, I should think positive. This will be once in a lifetime and I can’t go through all these anymore once our wedding ceremony is over, Insya’Allah. Think positive, think positive, think positive and think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what am I waiting for? Get my bloody ass back to work lah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/32521142-1783402936021715797?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1783402936021715797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1783402936021715797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1783402936021715797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1783402936021715797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-had-short-meet-up-with-bambam.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5502621792245348104</id><published>2009-07-05T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:41:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a lazy Sunday, i decided to make sardine puffs (epok-epok sardine) and i shall proudly say that i made everything all by myself. Right from the dough to the fillings, i did it by myself. *pat on the back* But i bravely say that on my very 1st attempt in making sardine puffs, it was a success! Even my mum was shock with the end results. So, i'm going to share with you something that i did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i started off with the filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;onions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;garlic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chilli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chilli powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sardine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drain out the sardine sauce from the tin. Fry the onions, garlic and chilli till it is soft. Add chilli powder. Fry till the aroma rises. Finally, add the sardine, a pinch of salt to taste and fry it till it's really cook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="344" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0004-2.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="355" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0005-2.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="351" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0006-2.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let it cool and let's start with the pastry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flour [500g]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margarine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water [add a bit of salt]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix the flour and margarine and kneel it. Add a bit of salt water. Continue kneeling it till the dough does not stick to your fingers. Not too hard, not too soft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="325" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0007-3.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="327" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0008-2.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="343" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0009-2.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a lil bit of the dough and fill it with the fillings. Shaped it nicely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0010-2.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fry the puffs on a hot oil with a medium heat. And the end results....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="308" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0012-2.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try it! hehehehe. oklah. It's my first attempt and i'll try more in the future. Im glad my family loves it especially my mum who is a fussy eater. Serve this with hot tea or coffee. As for me, i just prepare instant nescafe for them. Although it is instant, both the nescafe and sardine puffs sudah habis licin diorang kebas. Right now, everybody in the house are stoning away watching TV3 Mentor with a bloated tummy. Hehehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy trying people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5502621792245348104?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5502621792245348104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5502621792245348104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5502621792245348104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5502621792245348104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-lazy-sunday-i-decided-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6063597073476110145</id><published>2009-07-01T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:46:18.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was skimming through my blog and I realized that my blog has been lacking of recent photos. It’s then I realized that both me and bambam have not been taking pictures together. Even when I thought that yesterday would be a nice day to take photos together, I didn’t. What’s up dude? I think I should get that camera clicking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday bambam treated me to Sakura International Buffet. Well, he gave me a choice; Sakura, Seoul Garden, Breeks or Gelare. Breeks and Gelare are already out of my options and im left with the former 2. It down struck me that he has been craving for Sakura and as I prefer sakura more to seoul garden, I straight away give it a booked. And yesterday surprised me a lot when he wore PINK! He used to hate that color but he wore it yesterday and coincidently I was wearing pink too yesterday. I was shocked to see him at my work’s place lift lobby and I just can’t stop smiling away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Causeway Point as I intended to grab a birthday gift for my mak. Remember an entry that I wrote regarding designer bag? Well, I bought mak a limited edition (new arrival) BONIA bag which cost $230. Oklah. Not that expensive to what she has done to me all these years. So we went to Sakura thereafter and bambam was so eager and confident that he can eat a lot. But after half and hour, my bambam surrender from eating! Hahahahahaha. For me, I was already having headache from all the foods. Hahahahaha. I still remember the 1st time I ate at Sakura and I took out my belt because my stomach was damn bloated! So this time round, I was playing safe by eating less but more variety. Luckily my stomach was not that bloated but I was heavily nursing from bad headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went back straight home and I was thinking how to seal the bag from my mak. Luckily I managed to put it inside the helmet bag and I just have to fold the big BONIA paper bag. Reached home and quickly seal it in a hidden place. Mission accomplished! I hope my mak will be delighted and happy with the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m still thinking what to do on the actual day. I tried to book a bbq pit but it’s all left at the ulu-ulu side with no amenities available. What should I do eh? Maybe just another eating session, like again? Aiyah! I have no idea already. We shall see soon lah eh. I’m such a bad planner. Always plan the very last minute. Aiyoh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6063597073476110145?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6063597073476110145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6063597073476110145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6063597073476110145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6063597073476110145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-skimming-through-my-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-8882449940078114255</id><published>2009-06-24T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:52:05.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know that me and bambam is so childish. Furthermore, he can entertain and join in with the nonsense i've created and vice versa. But because of these, it makes our relationships so lively and cheerful and that makes me fall in love with him all over again. He has never stop teasing me even before we were together and up till now that we're engaged, it is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the sms-es that we had just now makes me smile widely especially when i read it again just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His childishness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Ma, sok jadi tak you date ngan i?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: aikk sape yang date sape ni?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: U lah ajak i date, tk ble ke?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: mane ble!!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: =(&lt;br /&gt;Eika: hahahaha. yelah2. Besok you free tak? I nak date you ni&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: freeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Childishness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Ma, sok i amek you can?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: cannot&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: y?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: nak amek i pon kene tanya ke?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: boleh ke boleh ke?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Duh!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: haha, 2 3 muka kemik, sok saya amik&lt;br /&gt;Eika: 4 5 kambing mengembik, sape muka kemik?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: hehe yg u trasa nape?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: nanak geng arrhhh!! BYE! tan enojado contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: bahasa ape tu?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: si? como mcm lain je?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: a'ah lah&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Apa Maksudnya&lt;br /&gt;Eika: I am angry with you! *pinch your nose*&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: si bueno, metiendes&lt;br /&gt;Eika: bahasa ape tu?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: mexicano&lt;br /&gt;Eika: No entiendo de que esta hablando&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: huacha huacha&lt;br /&gt;Eika: sudahlah! I tak nak geng you! BYEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: i nak plak&lt;br /&gt;Eika: nanak&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: boleh ke?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: boleh&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: aiyoh dosa&lt;br /&gt;Eika: eh eh u ni&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: eh eh u ni&lt;br /&gt;Eika: rrrooooaaarrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. See! We can waste our sms just with these nonsense we have everyday. Let me tell you, each day, there will be at least one antic from each one of us. Tell me, how can &lt;s&gt;you not love this couple&lt;/s&gt; i not love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou&lt;br /&gt;iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou&lt;br /&gt;iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou&lt;br /&gt;iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou&lt;br /&gt;iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. ok nonsense. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: i've already draft a letter to COURT. will be waiting for its reply. Hopefully, everything will goes on well. Insya'allah. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-8882449940078114255?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8882449940078114255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=8882449940078114255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8882449940078114255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8882449940078114255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-know-that-me-and-bambam-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6363796661837070314</id><published>2009-06-23T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:54:45.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Toyol or Tuyul is a mythical spirit in the Malay mythology of South-East Asia (notably Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore). It is a small child spirit invoked by a bomoh (Malay witch doctor) from a dead human foetus using black magic. It is possible to buy a toyol from such a bomoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who owns a toyol uses it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mainly to steal things from other people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or to do mischief. According to a well-known superstition, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or jewellery &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keeps &lt;strong&gt;disappearing mysteriously from your house, a toyol might be responsible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; One way to ward off a toyol is to place some needles under your money, for toyols are afraid of being hurt by needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought in this era there are no such things like this. I mean don’t you feel bad by earning something which does not comes from your own sweat? I don’t know if you call this part-time job but these people are sick on their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will only see this in the movie/drama but yesterday incident almost made me chocked on my own heart. You see, my parents have this habit of saving our daily expenses everyday especially 50 cents or 1 dollar coins. They also have a few huge piggy bank kept in our house for our daily savings and so yesterday came the shocking part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10.45pm, my mum woke me up from my sleep [yes, I’m already asleep at that time]. She was so anxious and quickly hurried me to her room. There I saw 2 big piggy banks sitting on her bed. I was so blur until my mum said more than half her coins in both big piggy banks were missing! It can’t be my brother of course because no matter what he won’t steal [like duh!!] and of course not yours truly. I have my own savings on another account and both my brother and I don’t even know where she keeps her piggy bank in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was so sad that her savings for more than a year went missing just like that. Her gut feelings were this little evil demon that I’ve referred above. A few months back, our neighbor encountered the same thing. She saves around $800 plus and when she deposit it to the bank, it decreases to $300 plus. Where is the rest of $500 plus? And it’s all coins mind you! Normal people won’t crazily steal coins worth $500 plus. It’s damn heavy ok! She even secured it in some place where nobody even knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had no other choice but to carry those piggy banks to the nearest deposit coin machine and get it done and over with. It was so heavy that I have to leave it to my dad to carry and I just walk by his side. You will never know what will happen at night especially when you’re carrying big amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what else to say. We will just try our best to avoid these things from happening again. Pity my mum especially. To the person who did all this things, I hope Allah will show you the right path. Stop doing all these things. The money that you earn is NOT HALAL. Whatever you use/eat with our money is NOT HALAL. It does not come from your own hard work unless you say taking care of a toyol is a work. Then, I have no other say, only ALLAH knows the best what to do with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6363796661837070314?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6363796661837070314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6363796661837070314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6363796661837070314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6363796661837070314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/toyol-or-tuyul-is-mythical-spirit-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6645664353766401717</id><published>2009-06-22T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:08:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slurping hot coffee early in the morning is so syiokk! I had a long weekend at HOME [well not really]. Lol. What to do, the man is out for night shift and I don’t want to disturb his resting time. I had a date with mak and we had some quality time together after so long. Went to collect my baby acelya from the hospital and we went window shopping at Jurong Point. Planned what to do on Father’s Day the very last minute. Hahahaha. Very bad daughter, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we bought Durians for Father’s day gift. HAHAHAHAHAHHA. MANE NAK DAPAT ANAK MACAM GINI?!?! Oklah, eventually I felt bad enough for not giving him the proper father’s day gift. I had Roses with bears and an expensive bag from C&amp;amp;K for mother’s day and I only bought 20bux durian for him. Very very bad, I know. So, I planned to treat him to SAKURA buffet International. Wanted to book for lunch and mak wanted to drag the man too but I can’t get the slot because lunch time is only from 12pm-2.30 pm. Was kind of disheartened but mak gave another ideal place at Marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, on Sunday we went for late lunch at Marsiling. The foods are so finger licking. Well, at least I spent almost the same for Mother’s Day too so it kinds of fair and square for both. Seeeee!!!! Im so good [well, self-praising once in a while is good u knw].And this coming July is my mak’s birthday. I am planning to buy another bag for her. Well, she’s a bag and shoe person just so you know. Will be buying her bag tomorrow! What designer bag will I buy? Stay tune!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this entry is pointless. Didn’t know that you guys even take an effort to read this. Hahahaha. Ok, coming at the end of this month, we have another 7 more mths to go and we have yet to register for our marriage course. Such a big Procrastinator! We have also yet to complete our hantaran things. We have another 5 more things to search and I think that will only be done at the very last minute. -__-“ I have also yet to &lt;s&gt;buy&lt;/s&gt; search for my wardrobe. Mak have started to type out the name list for our guest. I have over than 100 people to invite on my own list and I don’t know whether I should invite all. Baahh!! &lt;strong&gt;*thinking thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the time ticking too fast? Please slow down a bit…. [Although the man is too excited with our wedding and he kept talking about it. How cute!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6645664353766401717?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6645664353766401717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6645664353766401717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6645664353766401717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6645664353766401717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/slurping-hot-coffee-early-in-morning-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-9027860201491846016</id><published>2009-06-17T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:51:26.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para que alguém,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que você é demais? Você é uma puta sabe disso? Tentando ser como eu? Ah bem ... Sonho sobre puta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que queria ir para Aussie de continuar a estudar? Que diabos? Você ainda estão aqui. Tentando dar a mesma razão que mina a razão pela qual lhe demitir. Meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você também queria o mesmo grande ursinho de pelúcia que eles apresentaram para mim quando eu quitted. O que você está tentando fazer aqui? tentando ser eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou enjoado e cansado de você. O que eu fiz para você merecer isso hein? Talvez você também esteja inveja da minha vida? Vamos puta! Sê tu mesmo! Basta ser como uma pessoa normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe, eu nunca tentei trazê-lo para baixo. Eu nunca tentei ser mais do que você ou qualquer. Mas por que você fez tudo isto? O que você realmente ganhar? Simpatia do leitor? Ganho popularidade como um blogueiro? Isso é uma vergonha tão cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma maldita última vez que eu vou falar para vocês. De agora em diante, por favor, não tente passar o cursor do mouse na minha vida. Se você realmente me odiar, não vem ao meu blog espaço e tentando ler por sobre a minha vida. se você realmente me odiar, não nunca tente clicar no meu nome webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus puta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a good thing having to learn another language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-9027860201491846016?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/9027860201491846016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=9027860201491846016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9027860201491846016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9027860201491846016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-que-alguem-voce-sabe-que-voce-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4675846375176020055</id><published>2009-06-12T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:11:18.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have to type this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my emotions are running too wild. I kept thinking about negative things. I kept playing with my own emotions. Is it normal for those brides-to-be? Is this some kind of post marriage? It’s really not helping me out. For those who watch the drama series in TV3, “MATAHARI”, yesterday was the last episode. I didn’t miss any of the episodes before and the ending really made my emotions run wild and I kept thinking about us. Right after the drama, I called the man instantly. I’m hoping for him to answer all my questions truthfully. He finds it very weird of me to ask those questions because I rarely asked those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this conversation is in Malay. I can’t be bothered to translate it to English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eika: You sayang i tak?.&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Mestilah sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Sayang macam mane?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Sayang sesayang sayang nya.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: YAH!!! Betul2 lah!!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: *chuckles* betul lah. Nape ni?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: You sanggup tak kalau I tiba2 larikan diri dari u?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: you sanggup tak kalau I buat gitu kat u?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: YAH!!!! Jawab btol2 lah!!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: klau org dah tak sudi, ape I nak buat? Klau u buat gitu bermakna u tak appreciate i.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: But u never try to bring me back?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: no. You yang nak larikan diri dari i. U yang tak nak i.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: U kalau buat gitu, bermakna u tak appreciate cinta I selama ni. I’ve done a lot for you. Segala-galanya I dah curahkan kat you. Tapi kalau u yang tk hargai, I tak tau nak ckp ape lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: If your past came back for you, will you accept?&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: yang mane satu ni?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Yang mane-mane lah.&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: EEE!!!! Tak nak lah. Semua tak betul je!!&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Betul2 lah.&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Whatever for? I dah ade you. They are all my past. My past has got nothing to do with the present. Today is the gift, that’s why it’s called a present.Niat I Cuma nak kahwin ngan you jer. I nak bina hidup ngan u and only u. I don’t want to think abt the past. They have got nothing to do with the us.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Will you ever think about your 1st love? You know, people said 1st love is hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: You.. They are all my past. Yang itu pon dah kahwin ma. Nothing got to do with me. Ntah2, you yang ade feelings pat your ex lagi tak?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Merepek lah you ni!!!! Manelah tau, lepas kita kahwin nanti, suddenly diorang dtg balik.&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Ma, dorang dah kahwin, takkan jumpe nya. Lain lah u. Ex you sama keje pat i. Hari2 plak tu boleh jumpa dia.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Merepek lah you nie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: Asl you tanya gini? Ni mesti baru lepas tgk cerita Matahari kan?&lt;br /&gt;Eika: Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Bambam: I dah agak dah!!!! U ni kalau tgk cerita mcm tu, mesti tanya I mcm2. See! I can read your mind tau! I’m the only one that can read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Eika: yelah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! A simple drama can affect my emotions! I can’t afford to feel this way anymore. I want to think and stay positive. I really love him. He may not be the 1st but I truly love him. He has done a lot, sacrifice everything for me that no other guy can afford to give it to me. Thank you so much love. Right now, it’s time for us to register for our marriage course. Jeng jeng jeng…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4675846375176020055?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4675846375176020055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4675846375176020055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4675846375176020055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4675846375176020055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-have-to-type-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6064079611013419194</id><published>2009-06-10T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:17:44.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, I have the intentions to privatize my blog. Why? It’s because I have no idea who reads my blog discreetly other than the daily readers. I don’t need attentions and I don’t want to be known. But at times I think again, why bother? If you adore blogging, why privatize? To keep all the information’s to only selected readers? If that’s the case, don’t bother blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After blogging for years, I realized that I’ve lost touch in blogging. I feel like closing this blog permanently and take the ride as only a reader. I’ve been through hate tags, blog wars and cyber world friends and it’s now that I think enough is enough. Well, I might say it now but you know how people react to changes. Now I will say that I don’t feel like blogging but later on I will feel bored and starts to blog again. -____-“ Fickle pickle little prickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s now? To close down, to privatize or go on hiatus? I think I’ll go for the latter. I guess heading my mum’s advice is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Whatever you want to blog about, don’t hurt people feelings especially when you’re getting married now. You’ll never know what they will end up to. Let people hurt you or talk about you, don’t retaliate. If you know you’re right, just keep quiet and let them be. They will be the one having their sins piling up on their shoulders.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6064079611013419194?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6064079611013419194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6064079611013419194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6064079611013419194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6064079611013419194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-and-again-i-have-intentions-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2276707560093195248</id><published>2009-06-08T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:12:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really had no mood for work today. My whole body is so taxing that I can barely open my eyes. But eventually, I’ve got to spend my weekends fruitfully with the loved ones. Saturday was Bambam’s cousin engagement and on Sunday was Bambam’s cousin wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, went over to the girls’ side with all the hantarans and looking at it makes me reminisce the time I was engaged. *smiles* It’s going to be 2 years this October and we’re going to be busy preparing with our Wedding. Ok, tu part bedek. Now, we’re already so busy preparing the stuffs that I have to salt away my money and act as if GSS is not here with me. *sigh* But it’s ok; there will always be a reward for those who persevere. Motivate sikit lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I came around 1 plus for the wedding. Ibu hugged mak so tightly that all the people were like looking at us. *chuckles* Well what can you say? When both mothers meet, they only talk about wedding preparations. Both have already express how nervous they are for our wedding ceremony. Ok, so I have to be one of the kendarats. O_O I don’t mind about that but when there are M&amp;amp;M looking at you picking up their plates makes me wanna poke their eyes with the fork. *roll eyes* I don’t know whether all these M&amp;amp;Ms are uneducated or something. Obviously they could decipher that both me and bambam are an item and they still have the cheek to look at me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ayah requested me to sing a song with bambam, the idiots started to applaud. I was like, “what were these idiots thinking?”. So all the time that I was singing, I was looking at bambam all the way because these idiots sat right in front of the DJ console! That’s not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they have some hearing problems. They jolly well know that they can’t freaking sing and yet they are the ones conquering the karaoke set. WTF! -_________-“ I was laughing and making fun on the way they sang the entire time with bambam and haizrul. Hello!?!?! My FIL and MIL can sing WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY better lah ok. I swear! Double triple mipple swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked bambam why they still want to sing when they know they jolly well can’t? Bambam said either they could not get through Anugerah or they just don’t have money to go to Karaoke. Last round when Bambam, me, Ibu and Ayah sang together to Seiring dan Sejalan. That was incredibly fun! Then ibu requested me to sing with her Bossanova. *chuckles* it was an enchanting moments for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that has already summarized my pretty much packed weekends with Bambam and Family. Overall it was awesome as I’ve got to spend my time with the loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2276707560093195248?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2276707560093195248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2276707560093195248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2276707560093195248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2276707560093195248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-had-no-mood-for-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2079302264787515927</id><published>2009-06-05T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:49:58.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Im selling off my wedding package from RH Bridal. $2880 (Studio photoshoot, 8 pairs outfits, make-up, accessories, room deco, etc.) Those who are interested, please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:mizzyeika@hotmail.com"&gt;mizzyeika@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; please. And no, i don't have any issues regarding RH Bridal or services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2079302264787515927?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2079302264787515927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2079302264787515927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2079302264787515927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2079302264787515927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys-im-selling-off-my-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-8479012234499174094</id><published>2009-06-04T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:38:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pm2UYLYUq3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pm2UYLYUq3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWYW9-NkyN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWYW9-NkyN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvaETJa5RLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvaETJa5RLk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: omg! it's another 8 mths plus. Time, please slow down a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-8479012234499174094?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8479012234499174094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=8479012234499174094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8479012234499174094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8479012234499174094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/videos-enjoy-ps-omg-its-another-8-mths.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-3252821576484645113</id><published>2009-06-02T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:08:57.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday's event&lt;br /&gt;Sembawang Shipyard's Corporate event - Dynamic Producer Team Building Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="367" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83930403450_647038450_1885153_.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="321" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83930413450_647038450_1885154_.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="359" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83930428450_647038450_1885155_.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="342" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83930448450_647038450_1885157_.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="364" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83930463450_647038450_1885158_.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="349" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83931793450_647038450_1885172_.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 377px" height="385" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83931813450_647038450_1885173_.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="360" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83931823450_647038450_1885174_.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="372" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83931838450_647038450_1885175_.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge that brought back old injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="373" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83933038450_647038450_1885198_.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="377" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/4241_83933053450_647038450_1885199_.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's Event&lt;br /&gt;Team Karisma Wedding Convoy with Harley Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retarded, the act cute, the mat and the sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="393" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0003-1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bujang lapok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="364" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0004-1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boncit boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 458px" height="539" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0005-1.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle phone and the one who can't resist the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="403" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0006-1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one with the butt, the cute idah, the act cute kai and the nowhere wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="373" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0007-2.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid pictures are always nice. The mats in the making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="471" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0009-1.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idah and eika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 485px" height="542" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0014-1.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one getting ready for escort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0018-1.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="377" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0020-1.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="379" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0021-1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="385" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0023-2.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="390" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0030-1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who can't stand the heat and the one who refuse to open his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="370" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0026-3.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with a new bike. bambam call it baby jojo but i found it ridiculously weird so i chose to call it mojojojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="365" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0025-1.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that i love since 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="341" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0015-2.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-3252821576484645113?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/3252821576484645113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=3252821576484645113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3252821576484645113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/3252821576484645113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturdays-event-sembawang-shipyards.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6321823978902722837</id><published>2009-06-01T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:49:34.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so many pictures and videos to put up but I am just so tired after both Saturday and Sunday event. My whole body is aching and right now I have a tan line over my arms. Damn ugly I tell you. Will post up the pictures soon on Sembawang Shipyard corporate event – Dynamic Producer Team Building and Sunday’s escort with Harley Davidson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m having Monday blues plus aching body with additional of eye infection. My eyes are giving me damn attitude. It does not accept cheap contact lenses, it only accept expensive ones and will show tantrums by giving me eye infection if I were to insert the cheap ones. Bloody hell! Right now I’m suffering. *sigh* I shall go and purchase new contact lenses (again!) because I can’t stand wearing specs which will always drop from my nose. Yalah! I’ve got no bridge what! There goes my money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6321823978902722837?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6321823978902722837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6321823978902722837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6321823978902722837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6321823978902722837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-so-many-pictures-and-videos-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1676309605017439916</id><published>2009-05-28T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:53:31.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn’t went for the interview and I told HR to give the priority to others first. Currently, I am so busy with my work and tuition that I have to squeeze and make time for my family and loved ones. So what do you think that I would prefer odd hrs job? Right now it’s already very hard for me, what would happen if I will always be on standby everyday and get myself ready for work? I am human and human need some rest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe there will be other opportunities waiting for me, Insya’allah. When I was young, well im not that old either, I thought that having more malay friends is the coolest thing ever. I felt that being with other races is just LAME. But that perspective changed a lot over the years. I only keep those trustworthy ones and get on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, where I am, there are more Chinese than my own race in this department. I can just count using my fingers and with only one hand. So you can have a rough idea how does my department looks like. We have 50 odd people here btw. Politics are everywhere, that I couldn’t deny but right here, everyone is trying to do their best in their work and to excel more. So during office hrs, you can see that all eyes are glued to the screen, notes, drawings, etc. At times, you can hear laughters from some of the colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I go to another department with LOTS of Malay people, the environment is so different. A lot of pek pok pek pok pek pok, staring at people from another department and commenting about them. Like what the hell? I’m not discriminating my own race but you can see a lot of difference. My office politic is about people chasing and trying to excel more than others while their department politic is all about GOSSIPS! *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we often heard, “Bila Melayu nak maju?” This is one kind of example. Instead of striving and working hard, they strive more in gossips and commenting about others that they don’t like. -_-“ And I prefer to work with guys than ladies. Ladies are like -_________-“ Luckily my engineers are mostly guys and chinese who doesn’t even bother about other people. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what type of people do you guys prefer to work with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Shit! HR called me again. Gtg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1676309605017439916?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1676309605017439916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1676309605017439916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1676309605017439916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1676309605017439916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-went-for-interview-and-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-9075523423438913317</id><published>2009-05-20T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:55:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bambam met with an accident yesterday night while on the way to work. *middle finger up to the barbarian driver* But alhamdulillah, he went home with abrasion; nothing major. AMIN. I thank Allah that he's safe [and still in one piece] after all that has happened. For now, we're letting go our dear Black Maria [RXZ]. A new ride will come home next week and what type of ride it's gonna be? I'll keep it low till the day comes. For now, we gonna travel by public! Like -_-" lor because it's been like how many years since we go on public together. So it's kind of awkward for me. It's ok. Safety first. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, after 3 days of enduring with my gastric pain, i gave up today morning. Been vomiting all my foods out and my stomach hurts like it's going to burst anytime soon. I think i can be the next merlion. All of them are accusing me for not eating and went on for a strict diet; and that's the cause for my gastric attack. Well, eventually NO! i didn't suffer gastric for not eating. I swear because i knew i had it when i ate the stupid kangkong! I can't eat kangkong for goodness sake and i went on with it. -___-" And the stupid gastric pills only last me for a few hrs and i will be attacked again. WHYYYYYYYY??? The doctor even asked me whether i want to get a jab or just take the medicine. Like duh!!!!! Get the needle away from me. As much as i hate pills, i despise needles more. Shoo shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i was offered permanent job in marketing department. Kind of dilemma. As much as i want to convert to permanent, i want to stay in my department with my lovely colleagues. Tomorrow i have to go HR for interview and i will see how it goes. Maybe i will turn them down and get me on hold for a place in purchasing department. Like, who wants to work long hours and on standby on every Saturday? Ok, if they offer me 2k, i might consider it. I hope whatever choice i've made, i'll make sure nobody will get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok damn. It hurts again. Shall gallop all those pills and go to my dreamland now. Taaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still want that place in purchasing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-9075523423438913317?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/9075523423438913317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=9075523423438913317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9075523423438913317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/9075523423438913317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/bambam-met-with-accident-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2666370616345030968</id><published>2009-05-17T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:48:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's pretty sad to see my friends one after another are encountering relationship problems. I might have the rough idea what's been happening but they themselves know the truth and what lies beneath it. Sometimes, i lost words of trying to give advices. You see, no matter what i say, i will never understand their situation and feelings because they are the one encountering it. Same goes to me, when I’m having my own set of problems i don't think others would feel the same way as they are not the one in the situation. So it's pretty hard. I can only manage to lend a listening ears and shoulder. When i think i do have something meaningful to say and to calm them down, i will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have grown attached and comfortable with that person, it's very hard to blend in to the circles when they are not around. I'm very much an egoist person and i don't click with new people/faces easily. So when I’m already comfortable with that person, it shows / tells a lot of things. I don’t understand people who are happy looking at others’ downfall. What did you gain by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friends who bump into this crisis, do think it all through. Don’t make a decision that you will regret in the near future. Think of all the great and happy times you guys did have. Do you have more sorrows &amp;amp; arguments than all the great &amp;amp; happy moments together in a relationship or vice versa? If there’s more happiness and laughter why make it to a point that ending it will make you happier? Communication can always work if both parties co-operate. Trust can be infused back slowly. Love may arise if both parties make it work. All you need is sincerity to accept the other half into your life. If you’re not sincere, all the objectives will not be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a perfect person to give advices. All these points that i have stated is for me to ponder too. It’s for me to think and accept my other half for who he is. I’m not aunt agony. This point here is for all of us to think it through. I hope all my friends who are reading this and are going through this shit please think it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no, i’m not having any arguments with my other half; Alhamdulillah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2666370616345030968?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2666370616345030968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2666370616345030968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2666370616345030968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2666370616345030968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-pretty-sad-to-see-my-friends-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5799898512565141272</id><published>2009-05-14T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:48:30.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*breathes in, breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a break. It’s either I go for a short holiday or just take my leave and rot at home. I seriously need it. For the past half a year in this company, I’ve been slogging on it. Don’t talk about FB-ing, blog hopping or whatever during working hours because I need just that to distract myself from being too engrossed with my paper work. Same like right now, I’m trying to side-tracked a bit since both bosses are out of office. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, it’s either I will be conducting tuition or sleeping. Don’t talk about surfing the net. It seems like whenever I switch on my laptop, my mind went stale on what to surf. That’s how bad it can be. I’m a person full of ennui. Sometimes I feel like being a fulltime housewife *coughs* but I don’t think it will happen. ME? AT HOME? I will go nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re overworked, you tend to be bored and feel that staying at home is better. But when you’re at home all the time, how you wish you’re at work. Yea, it’s contradicting but sometimes because of all these you tend to regret on your decision. Can someone please invent a job which requires you to shop but still get paid monthly? I’ll be the 1st employee if that were to happen/that particular company were to establish. Yah, yah, yah… Me and my silly thoughts. *kapish!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, politics are meant to be everywhere. Every workplace is bound to have it. My workplace isn’t an exception. I wonder, why can’t we just work peacefully?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5799898512565141272?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5799898512565141272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5799898512565141272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5799898512565141272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5799898512565141272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/breathes-in-breathes-out-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1026384503361038659</id><published>2009-05-12T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:21:38.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like shouting my lungs out. *rooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* So many things to do but I only have a pair of hands. =( I think my brains will burst out soon. So many things to keep track, so many things to manage, so many things to handle and I’m out of sane! I’ve been multi-tasking my task more than ever and work doesn’t seems to stop. It keeps on piling and piling! Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desk has turned into some swine sty. Like wtf! I really need a good well deserve break this sat. Like please, I really need it. Workload has been increasing, tuition has been irritating and I need to do some mind relaxing. *sigh* gtg now. Till then, I’ll bury myself over piles and piles of documents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1026384503361038659?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1026384503361038659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1026384503361038659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1026384503361038659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1026384503361038659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-like-shouting-my-lungs-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-652288562901480756</id><published>2009-05-09T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:30:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just in case i didn't have the chance to blog tmrw, let me wish both of these two lovely and gorgeous lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="492" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_2121.jpg" width="474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maimunah Binte Santari,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving birth to me although it is very hard and painful, battling your soul for me; i can't thank you enough. Thank you for still supporting me in every ways you could, thank you for standing still by me when im encountering my ups and downs; thank you for believing in me, thank you for being patience with my attitude throughout my living years, thank you for really taking care of me when im sick, taking you for waiting for me to be safely back home everyday, thank you for all the prayers that u've prayed. Thank you but i can't thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak, i'll try my best to give you the best of life. I'll try to bring more happiness to your already lively soul. I'll try to be the best daughter that you can never have. I'll try my best to fulfill your wish. I'll try and i will never stop trying. Just for you. I really love you more than i love myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahimah Binte Madzan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for acknowledging me being your Daughter-in-law, thank you for believing in me, thank you for packing me breakfast and lunch w/o fail whenever your son send me to work, thank you for tolerating our nonsense, thank you for acknowledging me in the family and made me one in it, thank you for your endless support and advices, thank you for your blessing, thank you for everything that you've done and i'm really thankful to have you as my MIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu, i'll try my best to be a good DIL and SIL to you and family. I'll try to bring more smiles and laughter to you which you already have. I'll try to be a good wife to your son. I'll try to love my new upcoming family as much as i love my own. and i do love and respect you as my own mum. I love you Ibu. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all mothers and mothers-to-be, a very happy mother's day to all of u. There's no other great job in the whole wide world than being a mum. It's a great job and i truly respect it. Cheers to all of you! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-652288562901480756?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/652288562901480756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=652288562901480756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/652288562901480756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/652288562901480756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-in-case-i-didnt-have-chance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-4488944376612546517</id><published>2009-05-07T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:32:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How fast time flies. With a bat an eyelid, it’s already May. I still remember a few months back, I’ve blogged about how time flies really fast and it’s already Feb. Look now, we’re already in the month of May. 9 more months to go and I feel like as if it is just recently that I saw the countdown ticker shows 11 months plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with Ibu the day before and it seems like everybody is counting down the moment and have started making preparations. Well, who doesn’t when it comes to wedding, right? When the ticker shows 12 months, I couldn’t care less about it. I take things easy and I’m not stressing over all these things. But right now, when it’s already less than 10 months, I’ve already started to panic a lil. It seems like I’ve left out some things behind. Yes, all the major things have been cleared out but some things which we think can be handle free &amp;amp; easy actually needs its attention at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-P-A!!!!!!!!! Oklah, maybe not important to you but it is to me. Other than that is the course for pre-marriage. Both families have been pestering about it. I’ve considered APKIM but when I heard the reviews, I’d rather go to the 2 day course. Hahahahaha. What else? M-O-N-E-Y. Usually, when people talk about wedding cost, they will either say more than 10k and sometimes less than 25k. I thought what the heck! How come it could accumulate till that amount? So I said to my family that I want my wedding to be simple but pleasurable. In the end, when I did a counter check for my wedding expenses, my eyes bawl out from o_O to $o$. All of my expenditures EXCLUDING the minor things like card, souvenirs, gubahan, etc; has already accumulated to 18k! *faint* I wonder how much is the total cost after everything is settle. Don’t tell me more than 20k; or I’ll really faint at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have the thinking will my money be enough for this wedding? It’s has always been lingering on my mind. But both the Mother and MIL always tells me that Insya’Allah it will be enough w/o us realizing it. We’re doing something good here and HE will eventually help us. Just don’t give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all good. I just hope and pray that everything will be smooth sailing. Insya’Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who is up for Wedding Bells? Are you ready to be apart from you money? *chuckles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-4488944376612546517?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/4488944376612546517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=4488944376612546517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4488944376612546517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/4488944376612546517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-fast-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-5191032589479202648</id><published>2009-05-06T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:03:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The road to success will never be an easy ride.There will be obstacles that you have to go through. Same goes for a relationship. Sacrifices,endurance,tolerance and learn to give in seems to be the key ingredients. Along the way we will pick up our weak points which soon will be our strength in our learning process to the point where we would want to be. I never say it was easy and no one did. Sometimes before you actually reached your destination there will be detours,same goes in the path of life and love. At times when you have met someone and you think thats the right person but in the end it still ends but don't give up because maybe god has bigger or better plans for your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its not like I have not gone through other relationships or had not been in love before but this one journey of mine with eika had been one joyful,adventurous and extremely extraodinary. With this relationship it taught me alot to be patience and patience somehow can be fruitful. You will never loose anything if you give in cause at times it will give the other party some space to think and realise that its not worth hurting the one you love. No humans are perfect....thats why god created man and female in this world so that we can share in doing things in our daily live. If there's no unity or connection between man and women the world wont have younger generations to continue to run this world. Thus we need each other and thats the big proof that we can never be prefect cause not all things we can do on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love with eika is the greatest god gift. Yes we do quarell like other couples but then at times that will even make us love each other more than usual. We are not even near to perfections but we are in process of learning to be one and that is well enough rather that giving up everything or even sooner than expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship when you think its coming to an end...try to do some self thinking(musahabah diri) Go to some quite and non stressful place and while you alone try to think about what happened in the past. The good times that you and your partner had and how wasteful it will be if you give it up just like that. Tell yourself that bad times will pass and more good memories will come after that. Yes tears will roll, anger will rise when you quarell but that shows that you're normal. Learn to forgive and learn to seek forgiveness and life will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I put seems to be easy wasn't it?but no it took alot and alot of practice and experience. But don't force yourself to be others but instead try to learn from others and be even better only then you'll be able to be proud of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and eika are still learning and step by step we will continue this journey of ours together. All I hope from the readers are to pray for the best for our relationship.Thank you all for that and thank you for had been such a wonderful and a loyal follower of our blog..............:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-5191032589479202648?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/5191032589479202648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=5191032589479202648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5191032589479202648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/5191032589479202648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-to-success-will-never-be-easy-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-6365793971064429510</id><published>2009-05-05T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:29:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m in no mood for work due to my eye infection. I think I’m falling sick soon. I feel like dumping a whole lot of ice into my eyes. It’s burning and I can feel the scar. Totally serves me right for still using the expired contact lenses. I’ve had this scar on my eyes since forever and still refuse to learn from my lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of having no mood for my work, I’m done with my workload and left with nothing to do. Big Boss msg me and said he’s on MC. PM still in meeting. I’m done FB-ing, blog-hopping and go to whatever website I have in mind till I have no idea to which website I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me a boring person because I can’t stare the monitor for too long. My eyes are still sore and bloodshot and I can only squint for the entire time I look upon the monitor. I’m suffering so please bloggers don’t follow my footsteps by using expired contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum called me just now and I find it very cute of her to try on using my baby acelya. She keeps on calling me to enquire how to surf the net. How cute can my mother be? Well at least she’s trying to learn new things and enjoying herself. I’m proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:    Eh! Asal ade gambar bogel keluar?&lt;br /&gt;Eika:     Hahahahahaha!!! Aiyooo!!! Ape mak picit?&lt;br /&gt;Mum:    Ohhh.. taklah! Ni yg pasal gossip Ashraf Muslim ngan model. Terperanjat Mak. Mak blom sembahyang ni dah nmpk gambar bogel.&lt;br /&gt;Eika:     HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;Mum:    *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute kan?!?!?! Next up, I want my mum to join Facebook. She told me that she wants to be nenek super canggih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear! After a whole lot of typing, it’s only 4.25pm, I have exactly 1hr and 5 mins to go home. Help!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-6365793971064429510?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/6365793971064429510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=6365793971064429510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6365793971064429510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/6365793971064429510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-in-no-mood-for-work-due-to-my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2249608016288517141</id><published>2009-05-04T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:12:27.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my STM is getting worst! Help! I don't want to grow any older than my age! I kept forgetting things and misplacing it. Yesterday, i forgot to bring my hp when i was out and today, i forgot the same thing. OMG! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear, i forgot my hp again. Wth is happening to me? I think i should just hang my hp on my neck and make it to a necklace. Geez. Well, since i've talked about hp, let me side-tracked a bit. I hate my LG Viewty! I think i've been using it for nearly half a year and i totally hate it. So much for a touchscreen; i'd prefer iphone instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, i'm going to change a new hp. I HATE MY LG VIEWTY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2249608016288517141?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2249608016288517141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2249608016288517141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2249608016288517141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2249608016288517141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-my-stm-is-getting-worst-help-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-8185832846565311534</id><published>2009-05-03T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:55:45.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm meeting my pretty hot bambam in half an hour time and i'm yet to take a bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better be going because i can't wait to meet this pretty hot bambam of mine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-8185832846565311534?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8185832846565311534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=8185832846565311534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8185832846565311534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8185832846565311534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-meeting-my-pretty-hot-bambam-in-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2624537967636405749</id><published>2009-05-02T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:29:28.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, a new baby has arrived. Sadly, it's not VAIO although i yearn very much to get it. But it's ok, i'll grab it soon. *wink* So right now, i can ditch my baby arian and let's warmly welcome, the new bundle of joy; baby acelya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w/o flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="377" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0065.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 501px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="341" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0053-1.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the late arian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="362" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0056.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one with a brain cracked internally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 498px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="374" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0057.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Acelya side by side with late Arian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="363" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/mizzyeika/IMG_0072-1.jpg" width="497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more tmrw. Nighty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-2624537967636405749?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2624537967636405749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2624537967636405749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2624537967636405749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2624537967636405749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-new-baby-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-772752792436463004</id><published>2009-05-01T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:07:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As some of you might have known, my laptop LCD's screen cracked internally a few days back. Right now, i'm trying my best to update this blog by restoring the window to its minimal size. Duh! What to do, my laptop is already coming to 3 years plus and has not been to any servicing. Warranty has also expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of the infos, my laptop's screen can cost as much as a new laptop to repair it. So what's now? I'm burning my pocket today to purchase a new lappy. *sigh* am currently waiting for the parents to head out to COURTS. I'm still thinking and deciding what brand to buy.. VAIO anyone? Hahahaha.. That will cost a bomb! Nevermind, i'm going to decide later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, Goodbye baby Arian. Let's welcome a new baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my brother told me to throw this baby arian from our 11th story since it's already internally cracked, why not make it break into small little pieces. *roll eyes* Hello! No matter what, it is still my laptop u gumgum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-772752792436463004?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/772752792436463004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=772752792436463004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/772752792436463004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/772752792436463004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-some-of-you-might-have-known-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-1853328743476695472</id><published>2009-04-29T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:46:38.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have blogged about this before but it doesn’t kills to blog about it again, right? I know and I’m aware that I am no near perfect. True enough I have plenty of flaws but that doesn’t makes me to be someone else. I am happy for whom I am and I am proud of it no matter what it is. No matter how ugly you are, no matter how lame your attitude is, just be yourself. Others will respect it and will accept you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being someone else and better still, wants to act ms/mr-knows-it-all. I’m not saying be original. Everyone does go bogus at times but not to extend of being an imposter. Pretend something didn’t happen is common but pretending to be someone else? I will not blog about this if it didn’t happen but well, it did! I’m sick of it! I don’t know what else should I preach about cause’ I felt utterly disgusted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be YOURSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-1853328743476695472?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/1853328743476695472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=1853328743476695472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1853328743476695472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/1853328743476695472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-have-blogged-about-this-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7211411879500044501</id><published>2009-04-28T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:54:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IS IT TRUE?&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE THE 2012 DOOMSDAY PREDICTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;ie. END OF THE WORLD 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How seriously should you take the talk about an end of the world 2012 doomsday?&lt;br /&gt;To be more precise, December 21 2012 has been suggested as the end of the world, earth as we know it. Some say that on an ancient Mayan calendar, 2012 points to the end of the world. Others say that in Nostradamus' predictions, 2012 is also a possible doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are in fact quite a number of predictions suggesting an end of the world 2012 earth "use by date". It has got to the point where the thought of a December 21 2012 doomsday is freaking some people out. Should you be freaked? We don't think so. For starters, given past doomsday predictions and prophecies about the end of the world, earth should have ended by now! Since the earth is still here, it would be fair to say then that, to date, all prophecies and predictions about the end of the world (before 2012) have failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a word of caution. Just because the earth has survived various doomsday predictions so far, doesn't guarantee it will still be here in the year 2012, or tomorrow for that matter? Any known threat should be taken seriously. We are a vulnerable planet. The "Greenies" make some good points about the vulnerability of our ecosystem. As well as this, there are a lot of stupid, power hungry people who make the earth even more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a known fact that we have enough nuclear weapons (weapons of mass destruction) to destroy the world... many times over. Will the end of the world come on December 21 2012 because of this? All it would take is one lunatic to push the button! Result: end of the world by nuclear war. This is not exactly a 2012 doomsday prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you put these known facts aside and ignore them for a moment, is it possible that some 2012 doomsday prediction or 2012 apocalypse could destroy the earth? The year 2012 is just about upon us. Now is a good time to ask if there is any 2012 prophecy that you can actually believe?&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure: past prophecies about the end of the world that do not come true are NO guarantee that other prophecies and predictions will not come true - but will something happen to make December 2012 doomsday for planet earth? The question still needs to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One prophecy about the end of the world (or what is sometimes presented as a prophecy) which is getting serious headlines right now concerns an ancient MAYAN CALENDAR which strangely ends on December 21 2012. Many 2012 doomsday predictions have been linked to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will each of the end of the world 2012 doomsday prophecies and predictions end up being like other failed prophecies and predictions about the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ULITMATE ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt;As with the test of any true prophecy or prediction, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- This is taken from http://www.endoftheworld2012.net/index.htm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wallahualam Bissawab,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7211411879500044501?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7211411879500044501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7211411879500044501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7211411879500044501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7211411879500044501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-true-can-you-believe-2012.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7732614653185582506</id><published>2009-04-22T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:26:18.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bambam and I had a fair share of laughter. It’s been a while since we last sit, talk and laugh like that. Well, yesterday he decided to test my Malay and as you can see, it’s been a while since we graduated from secondary school. Being a distinction grader in Malay during O level, I thought that I have no problem with it. But sad enough, my malay dah hancur rabak kedemax! Initially we were just having simple talks when he actually recapped back those moments when I was working in PAP and I was actually doing labels/cards for the lesson. From there, the fun started. I burst into laughter and he said that when we have a child, he will bar me from teaching them Malay. Here’s the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Apa berlawan dengan gagah?&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           &lt;strong&gt;*dengan muka tak bersalah*&lt;/strong&gt; Gelojoh!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           &lt;strong&gt;*burst into laughter*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           &lt;strong&gt;*blur face*&lt;/strong&gt; betul pe!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           &lt;strong&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/strong&gt; Sembarang je! Gagah lawannya lemah lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           EH?!?!?!??!? &lt;strong&gt;*burst into laughter*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Ok. Ape berlawan dengan periang?&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           &lt;strong&gt;*startled*&lt;/strong&gt; errmmm.. Pemalu&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Wahlau!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;*burst into laughter*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Periang lawannya pemuram/pendiam lah!&lt;br /&gt;Eika                  :           Haaaa! That’s the word that I want to say lah!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           -_-“ &lt;strong&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/strong&gt; Asal boleh je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           K. Convert this to Malay. Ape tu Shark?&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           Ikan Jerung&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Whale?&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           Ikan yu!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           &lt;strong&gt;*burst into laughter*&lt;/strong&gt; Asal boleh jer!!!! Ikan paus lah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           Oh eh?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Oh eh lagi eh.. &lt;strong&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           k.. 'kuman di seberang laut nampak,&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           NAMPAK HANTU!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :        &lt;strong&gt;   *burst into fits and laughter*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           Hahahahaha. Mane lah I tau!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Sayang. It’s gajah di depan mata tak nampak&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           tsk tsk -_-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Kalau gajah dengan gajah beradu?&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           Huh?????????? Biar uh dia gaduh! Tkde kene mengena ngan I pe&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Wahlau! kancil mati tersepit di tengah2 lah!&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           Cikgu I tak pernah ajar pon&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           &lt;strong&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Kalau ade 10 murid macam you, cikgu semua berenti kerja siak!&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           Hahahahahaha.. Biar uh!&lt;br /&gt;Bambam           :           Wah.. I cannot imagine kalau you ajar anak kita Malay. Habis! Tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;Me                    :           -__-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough of making fun of myself. I felt so stupid lah. There’s more but do you think I’m going to blog everything? Of course no! Seriously, all those things above, I actually forgot what it actually means and before I look more stupid, I better google it. Hahahaha.. What? You think I can remember the full objectives over the night? Fat hope! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need to start reading back my Malay novel before I embarrassed myself more. Now I wonder how come I can get such a good grade for my Malay O level. Bambam said my teacher must be bias. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7732614653185582506?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7732614653185582506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7732614653185582506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7732614653185582506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7732614653185582506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-bambam-and-i-had-fair-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-2943056943955420073</id><published>2009-04-21T14:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:02:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been craving for these foods currently... Do salivate together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky Chewy Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uhOHJXnI/AAAAAAAAADc/leiD_k-E114/s1600-h/4811fad561d73c66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327035451251973746" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uhOHJXnI/AAAAAAAAADc/leiD_k-E114/s400/4811fad561d73c66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee Hoon Goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1udJygQCI/AAAAAAAAADU/7bh6XKUPZAY/s1600-h/ee73a5364a56c876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327035381372174370" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1udJygQCI/AAAAAAAAADU/7bh6XKUPZAY/s400/ee73a5364a56c876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey glazed chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uZ0F5HuI/AAAAAAAAADM/efgKf5Yd5Nk/s1600-h/d559fe0e0bc24830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327035324008308450" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uZ0F5HuI/AAAAAAAAADM/efgKf5Yd5Nk/s400/d559fe0e0bc24830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet n sour fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uWKva8dI/AAAAAAAAADE/xlqRI_ozY90/s1600-h/bec48bd6ed51c9ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327035261368594898" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uWKva8dI/AAAAAAAAADE/xlqRI_ozY90/s400/bec48bd6ed51c9ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crayfish pasta w/o the smelly leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uSFiOFKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/beMaXMOiXt0/s1600-h/b598c511327da172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327035191251571874" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uSFiOFKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/beMaXMOiXt0/s400/b598c511327da172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonesteak [all time fav]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uOKbRPkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5NDNhO5ICc/s1600-h/7622297c6d9b1da8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327035123845119554" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uOKbRPkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5NDNhO5ICc/s400/7622297c6d9b1da8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uKRQjI0I/AAAAAAAAACs/TcjqVp3zvmY/s1600-h/452ccfac9e1a7456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327035056959726402" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uKRQjI0I/AAAAAAAAACs/TcjqVp3zvmY/s400/452ccfac9e1a7456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is kind enough to fulfill my cravings? I've been craving this for eons. *drools*&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/32521142-2943056943955420073?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/2943056943955420073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=2943056943955420073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2943056943955420073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/2943056943955420073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-craving-for-these-foods.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKVsB3F4dsQ/Se1uhOHJXnI/AAAAAAAAADc/leiD_k-E114/s72-c/4811fad561d73c66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-8804818055874273537</id><published>2009-04-21T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:21:28.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I can’t be bothered with whomever who thinks that all these while I’ve been blogging about them. Like wtf? Do you think I have a lot of free time to be doing that? Too bad that some of my entries might be hinted to you but honestly, it has got nothing to do with any of you. My goodness! I guess you really need to decipher really hard this time round. Or is it your standard of English is so low that you think all my entries have got to do with you? &lt;em&gt;*throws rotten egg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ever blogged about this before and I’m going to typed it again.&lt;strong&gt; I’m&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not paid to blog and you’re not paid to read.&lt;/strong&gt; Loosen your hair a bit and enjoy everything here. If you think all these while I’ve been criticizing people, might as well I become an editor or journalist in the local magazine. These blog wars is sungguh early 2ks generation ok. &lt;em&gt;Nak pedih-pedih, gi tanam kuaci sane lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not bragging but I’ve been blogging since I was 14 and it’s been like 7 years now. I’m so immune with people who feels emotionally targeted when reading my blog. Seriously, I don’t know why you people will take all these entries seriously. All my entries are not for Exam composition/essay/situational writing or whatever fucks it is to be. Where’s the freedom of speech. Hello? Which era are you in? Or maybe, you just started blogging and you don’t even know the standard yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senang kate, kau dtg aku tak jemput, kau pergi pon aku tak halau.&lt;/em&gt; It’s your choice to type my blog address on the address bar and to read through all the entries. It’s your choice to be hurt. It’s your choice to hate. It’s your choice to think that you’re the one being targeted at. It’s your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is WWW [World Wide Web] and trusts me you can’t trust anybody out there behind those screens unless you know them well. Do I need to explain to you more details about this? Definitely, no! Technology is so advanced nowadays and I’m sure you know what Google is, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about this. If you think I have problems with you [vice versa] regarding anything under the sun, flood my email. Tell me straight, that is if you dare. Because all these while, I have no intentions to blog about any one of you. I’ve said it before and I’m going to say it one last time; It’s very hard for you to be in my hate list but once you’re into it, I’ll make sure I’ll make your life miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-8804818055874273537?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/8804818055874273537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=8804818055874273537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8804818055874273537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/8804818055874273537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-i-cant-be-bothered-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32521142.post-7107371123795609970</id><published>2009-04-20T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:21:08.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey creatures, stop playing/hiding behind those words. Ain't happy with me? Go and draft an essay and email it to me. Im waiting for you to clarify things with me, &lt;strong&gt;if there's any&lt;/strong&gt;. For your informations, if u think all these while im talking about you/hurt you in any of my entries, im sorry to say, &lt;strong&gt;u better go and live in the pineapple under the sea&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lu langgar gua peh wire, lu mati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32521142-7107371123795609970?l=infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/feeds/7107371123795609970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32521142&amp;postID=7107371123795609970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7107371123795609970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32521142/posts/default/7107371123795609970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuated-soulz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-creatures-stop-playinghiding-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Alt-Eika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421793746255325226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
