<?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-5798419259711894634</id><updated>2011-10-11T13:07:01.056+08:00</updated><category term='drama'/><category term='Bestfriend'/><category term='suka suki riang ria'/><category term='lost'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Seni'/><category term='Jalan2'/><category term='Courses and Conferences'/><category term='ohreally?'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='my wedding'/><category term='Save the Environment'/><category term='MasakMasak'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Raya'/><category term='Discussion'/><category term='Food Review'/><category term='innerthots'/><category term='Album'/><category term='mybaby'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Events'/><category term='SERIOUSLY'/><category term='Project Connect'/><category term='Retail Therapy'/><category term='merepekerepek'/><title type='text'>BALLAD POETRY IN A HANDWRITTEN BOOK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6818980813564490583</id><published>2011-06-17T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:37:57.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell...</title><content type='html'>goodbye blogspot. been so long... we've shared so much. if you're a book, you'll be a series of that amazingly thick literature book i carried to class during my uni years. i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello tumblr. less is sometimes, more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stageandcakes.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6818980813564490583?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6818980813564490583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6818980813564490583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6818980813564490583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6818980813564490583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-long-farewell.html' title='So long, farewell...'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-9020107725124938112</id><published>2011-02-21T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:57.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mybaby'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bintang Hati</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts. You know, 2020 is not that far ahead now. 9 more years. When I was in school, I imagine that in the year 2020, flying cars will no longer be impossible. But looking at the situation in the world, it would probably be almost the same in years to come. Except, well, I'll be 36. Wow. Who can comprehend the numbers 3 and 6? That's like 4 years to 40 and OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa kata kita akan hidup selamanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadeem made me cry quite a number of times this month. Half of it by biting me. Oh it hurts really bad. :) Other times by being perfect and adorable and everything. :) He's turning one in three days. We celebrated his birthday during Maulidurrasul last week, the day he was born last year. It was awesome. Though the only two kids  who came were Sofeah and Faris. Haha. Too bad. I didn't mean to be rude for not inviting his "friends" from nursery but I barely know his friends' parents. I certainly don't know their names. Would be awkward to invite strangers to our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nkyy4v3Zpw/TWShqhdbAJI/AAAAAAAABbg/IKz8fsSWJsE/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nkyy4v3Zpw/TWShqhdbAJI/AAAAAAAABbg/IKz8fsSWJsE/s320/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576759990499868818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been getting a lot of inspiration from &lt;a href="http://waniardy.com/blog/"&gt;Wani's blog&lt;/a&gt; lately. She writes really good stuff, from watching what you eat and relationship with our Creator. At one point, I felt like she slapped me on my face. Heh. Thanks Wani. I owe you one. You may not be my bestfriend, heck we never even hung out, but sometimes you just hit a spot in my heart. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanti Nadeem belanja Mak Wani makan bila balik ye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I had the courage to check out the gym at my office building. Looks pretty good. I do wonder how am I going to be all sweaty in front of some strangers (men pulak tu) but maybe I don't care. I need to start somewhere and going to a FREE gym is what I can do before I actually pay for a membership. My boss introduced me to a few gyms with swimming pool too. Not bad. Maybe I'll give it a shot, bila tu tak sure.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. To mark Nadeem's birthday, I won't be around him. Instead, I will be at my office's team building. Damn it. Kalau kat tempat best takpe jugak, ni tempat yang paling tak best. Like those camps yang kitorang pegi masa jadi faci time kat universiti dulu. Logik tak? Untung juta-juta and this is what we get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ok. Alhamdulillah I have a pretty nice job that I actually enjoy doing. Unlike this dude who is doing Events when his heart is at Accounting. Talk about uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-9020107725124938112?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9020107725124938112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=9020107725124938112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/9020107725124938112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/9020107725124938112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-bintang-hati.html' title='Happy Birthday Bintang Hati'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nkyy4v3Zpw/TWShqhdbAJI/AAAAAAAABbg/IKz8fsSWJsE/s72-c/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1118422643157993390</id><published>2011-02-11T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:06:12.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mybaby'/><title type='text'>less than a week</title><content type='html'>Less than a week before my lil prince's birthday and seriously, aside from preparing for the checklist, I haven’t bought a thing. I figured out that I need to buy more books and toys too. Mane ade masa? Waaaa… and I have so much to do. Esok dahla kena organize golf tournament kat Nilai. Waaaa lagi skali. I plan to take leave on Monday (tapi belom bagitau boss). I plan to spend the Sunday buying food and deco and spend Monday to buy more deco and to start decorating. Eh bila nak masak? Ok Tuesday morning masak. Cake will be sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.citraklasik.com"&gt;Mira of CitraKlasik.&lt;/a&gt; Kenapa tak bake sendiri? Takde masa. Haha. adekah nadeem akan merajuk kerana mommy tak sempat buat sendiri kek for him? Tak kot. Sebab dia pun boleh makan sikit je kek tu. He’s a baby! Nanti taun depan mommy bake for you k baby. Then you can eat a lot. :p but I’m still contemplating nak buat ke tak mini cuppies. Kalau sempat buat la kot. KOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deco ideas BANYAK sgt. I need mind map. Maybe some sketches. Kena gi pinjam/ambik printer dengan mama summore. But most important to mark his birthday, I have to update my mommy’s blog! Banyak sangat duk berkumpul dalam bb. I need to print out his photos too! Hubby cakap print kat kedai lagi cantik. Nak pilih lagi. Hmmm.. what else? Ah. I have a translation job due on Sunday 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo SuperMommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1118422643157993390?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1118422643157993390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1118422643157993390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1118422643157993390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1118422643157993390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/02/less-than-week.html' title='less than a week'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1121595083763097632</id><published>2011-02-10T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:32:49.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 27th YH!</title><content type='html'>Hey, its that time of the year again. :) My dear bestfriend Ewin/Fariz/Yellowherbie is celebrating his birthday today. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May Allah bless you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheers!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1121595083763097632?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1121595083763097632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1121595083763097632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1121595083763097632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1121595083763097632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-27th-yh.html' title='HAPPY 27th YH!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-563636390553428714</id><published>2011-02-07T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:38:22.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohreally?'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl 2011: Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>U can read the rest of the story &lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/events/christina-aguilera-fumbles-national-anthem-1005023702.story#/events/christina-aguilera-fumbles-national-anthem-1005023702.story"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; But it made me googled the American national anthem lyrics. oh WOW. I seriously didn't know it's THIS LONG. I mean, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Negaraku"&gt;Negaraku&lt;/a&gt; has only 6 lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, say! can you see by the dawn's early light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, say! does that star-spangled banner yet wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fully glory reflected now shines in the stream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And where is that band who so vauntingly swore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A home and a country should leave us no more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No refuge could save the hireling and slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Between their loved home and the war's desolation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this be our motto: "In God is our trust":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-563636390553428714?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/563636390553428714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=563636390553428714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/563636390553428714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/563636390553428714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-bowl-2011-christina-aguilera.html' title='Super Bowl 2011: Christina Aguilera'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6639658747153044666</id><published>2011-02-06T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:52:01.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>do your part for our earth please.</title><content type='html'>I was at Parkson, One Utama when I met this uncle who was commenting on this "No Plastic Bag" policy every Saturdays. He was totally against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;"Lepas ni jangan keluar dah hari Sabtu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And added,&lt;br /&gt;"Tak payah undi Khalid, undi Khir Toyo. Tapi Toyo tu lagi celaka.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier asked him to place the 20 cents inside a box to pay for the plastic he asked for. The money will go to charity. But he said, "Buat apa bagi 20 sen kat kerajaan Selangor ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but told him to bring his own bag next time. But he arrogantly said, "Perempuan takpe lah bawak beg, lelaki takkan nak bawak beg macam tu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that he could've just brought along plastic bag but he ignored me and said to the cashier, "Hah! Ni paperbag semua ni pun kamu kena paksa buat sendiri kan?" WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is... He just bought a small air freshener. He didn't need a bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Please la. Janganla jadi bodoh. Sampah bukannya boleh magically disappear once you threw it away. I'm always pissed when I shop at Carrefour or Giant where their cashiers love to give me A LOT of plastic bags. Since they don't have smaller bags, they separate everything unnecessarily. But maybe that is what they're being told to do. Ntahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the ultimate eco-friendly mom, I admit that I never used cloth diapers. But at least I do what I can do to help, even if it is the smallest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6639658747153044666?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6639658747153044666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6639658747153044666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6639658747153044666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6639658747153044666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-your-part-for-our-earth-please.html' title='do your part for our earth please.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-429970486858828123</id><published>2011-01-28T09:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:07:39.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TUIWzhkIN-I/AAAAAAAABa4/NMcZJK5YjAc/s1600/adekah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TUIWzhkIN-I/AAAAAAAABa4/NMcZJK5YjAc/s320/adekah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567037163822397410" 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/5798419259711894634-429970486858828123?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/429970486858828123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=429970486858828123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/429970486858828123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/429970486858828123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/formspring_28.html' title='formspring'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TUIWzhkIN-I/AAAAAAAABa4/NMcZJK5YjAc/s72-c/adekah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2662663518222894549</id><published>2011-01-28T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:53:50.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Jacket Firearms Loads Sons of Guns for Discovery</title><content type='html'>LOS ANGELES (LALATE) – Red Jacket Firearms loads up “Son of Guns”, the new Discovery reality show; but Red Jacket Firearms founder Will Hayden doesn’t believe his show will ever become another American Chopper. Red Jacket Firearms is a Baton Rouge-based family operation headed by Will Hayden that works on fascinating old and new firearms. And while the show may bare a similar structure to American Chopper, behind the scenes the family is nothing like the Teutuls with everyone getting along … at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, the Silver Spring based cable operator, Discovery Channel, premiered its latest entry, Son of Guns. As Discovery explains in new statement recently released, the show is set in the Red Jacket shop (website: redjacketfirearms.com) located in Louisiana bayou. Fan and news reaction to the show last night was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When Will isn’t rebuilding a “bring-back” rifle from the Vietnam War or using his wealth of weapon history knowledge to determine if a pistol found in the attic is an antique or not, he can be found in his shop with his daughter Stephanie and the rest of his team, swapping gossip with his customers” says Discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery (NASDAQ: DISCA) explains to news that its show will appeal to history buffs and firearm fans. “Whether it’s having a lunch break shooting contest, going on a nighttime bayou bow fishing trip or field testing a fully automatic M2 .50 caliber machine gun, viewers will catch the Red Jacket team always finding time to have some fun on SONS OF GUNS.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show’s star Will Hayden will be seen working on items for law enforcement and even collectors. He won’t just recondition old items, but customize them as well, and the items will not just be firearm but also knives, swords, and even cannons. “If someone needs to restore a WWII flamethrower to make it operational, Will can do that too. And when the sheriff’s department needs to turn two guns – a shotgun and a rifle – into one, they call Will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.lalate.com/2011/01/27/red-jacket-firearms-loads-sons-of-guns-for-discovery/"&gt;Credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2662663518222894549?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2662663518222894549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2662663518222894549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2662663518222894549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2662663518222894549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-jacket-firearms-loads-sons-of-guns.html' title='Red Jacket Firearms Loads Sons of Guns for Discovery'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-4186567604427536452</id><published>2011-01-24T08:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T16:01:03.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discussion'/><title type='text'>Follow me. I'm the Government.</title><content type='html'>I have never liked politics. I'm not a member of any party and basically I don't care much about who is ruling what. Yes. I'm part of the youth group who are not registered to vote. Why? Sebab semua parti pun tak menepati citarasa. The government only think about themselves, how much THEY'RE earning every month/year. Nobody speaks up on OUR behalf. Please give us the EXACT accounting calculation and explain why the hell do we have to spend more and more on fuel when we're PRODUCING our own? Lama-lama we’ll be like Indonesians. Yang kaya raya stay kaya raya and tambah-tambah lagi… While yang miskin sampai tahap mintak sedekah tengah-tengah jalan. Or we’re going to be like India? Living in slums because they can’t afford even a tiny piece of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, our youth will become poorer with such a low starting salary. Ni.. Yang dok puja sangat westerners ni kenapa? Oh. Let’s change our university calendar because SOME of the kids might accept the offer from UK/US and oh! it doesn’t matter if we don’t have summer season here. Oh. Let’s give the expatriates RM10k salary because their salary is SUPPOSED to be in USD. Anak Malaysia tak apa, kita bagi RM3k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Let’s clean up our country because the matsalleh said our country is filthy. Seriously, don’t tell me Mr Government that you JUST realized that our country is filthy when it was pointed out by mat salleh? Seriously? Serioussssllyyyy??? *tarik rambut sendiri* Tak payah pergi jauh. Pusing satu round je kat kawasan rumah sendiri. Confirm ada satu dua spot yang orang buang sampah merata. Look at our public toilets. Siap ada pulak toilet 5 star – yang kena bayar RM2 or RM5 per entry. Just because it’s definitely CLEAN. Kalau yang free? Siap tapak kasut atas toilet seat. It’s OUR mentality. R&amp;amp;R sepanjang highway ke Kelantan tu, seteruk boleh facilities. Sebab free. Kalau bayar toll sampai RM50 boleh la toilet and facilities cantik siap baby room etc. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I was just pissed off about the political situation nowadays. Selfish. Orang yang tak peduli macam saya ni pun nak marah, apatah lagi orang yang peduli.. orang yang bermati-matian.. orang yang emosional.. orang yang nak menegakkan keadilan.. or whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duk MAGIKA lagi best kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-4186567604427536452?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4186567604427536452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=4186567604427536452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4186567604427536452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4186567604427536452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/follow-me-im-government.html' title='Follow me. I&apos;m the Government.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-4208943934857516166</id><published>2011-01-21T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:15:26.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>rezeki jangan ditolak, musuh jangan dicari</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;Sejak akhir-akhir ni, banyak peribahasa masuk dalam kepala. Ingat tak &lt;a href="http://peribahasamelayu.com/"&gt;peribahasa&lt;/a&gt;? Sepanjang minggu lepas, antara peribahasa yang bermain di fikiran adalah "seperti kacang lupakan kulit", "ada ubi atas batas", "seperti isi dengan kuku" dan "air yang tenang jangan di sangka tiada buaya". Rasanya banyak lagi peribahasa yang makin kita lupakan tetapi sebenarnya sangat relevan dengan kehidupan seharian kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;I cried again, reading &lt;a href="http://blogs.iium.edu.my/martinelli/"&gt;Kak Nelli's&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://syakirahahaha.blogspot.com/2010/12/bidadari-kecik.html?showComment=1"&gt;her daughter's&lt;/a&gt; blog on their lost of Aufa, the little baby who suffered from lung infections. I cried again thinking of &lt;a href="http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/abah.html"&gt;Abah&lt;/a&gt;, he's getting a lot better now but he said he's a bit scared that the pain will come back without warning. What can I do? What if something happened again and he's alone at home? I shuddered thinking of the possibilities. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently planning a motivation camp to be held in Kota Bharu. It's for 10-12 year olds. Date is between 12-19 March (during school holidays) but I haven't confirmed it yet. It's going to be a two-day camp and we're currently looking for experienced facilitators (university students are welcomed but I realised that everyone is going to be busy for finals during that week). Free meals+accommodation+bus tickets plus allowances. &lt;a href="hunny0308@gmail.com"&gt;Email me&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested ok? It has nothing to do with my current office, just helping my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of translation job is pouring in right now Alhamdulillah. By any chance, my profile is &lt;a href="http://translatorscafe.com/cafe/EN/member69352.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I can translate for Malay to English, vice versa. As I said in my fb page, I really need to re-evaluate things in my life for I feel like a sinking ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-4208943934857516166?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4208943934857516166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=4208943934857516166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4208943934857516166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4208943934857516166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/rezeki-jangan-ditolak-musuh-jangan.html' title='rezeki jangan ditolak, musuh jangan dicari'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2864478187207772557</id><published>2011-01-16T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:04:46.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TTzCE3dyllI/AAAAAAAABaw/_VGBiCNx47s/s1600/Akad%2BNikah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TTzCE3dyllI/AAAAAAAABaw/_VGBiCNx47s/s320/Akad%2BNikah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565536628387255890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm back in my hometown KB. Dad is hospitalised due to chest pain believed to be caused by his weak heart. Dad has never liked clinics, much less hospitals. He hates blood, needles and the likes. Funny I just put two and two today and realised how similar we are on that issue. Heh. He's still recovering, seems like it's gonna take awhile. And I hate to leave him alone. Mom got an exam next week so she can't be around. I, of course, am under training and therefore makes it complicated to ask for leave. I wonder if they'd agree to transfer him to KL? Seriously. My bro is going back to boarding school so who is gonna take care of dad? Himself? Obviously that didn't work . :( I feel so bad. I'm mad at myself for not being able to care for him. And I don't like his stubbornness either. He thinks he's strong. His will is, no doubt but his body can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my dad is my superhero. Said is my superhero too but like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultraman_Mebius"&gt;Ultraman&lt;/a&gt;, they're of a different type. Hehe. I'm daddy's girl to the core. But not the kind who ask for thousand ringgits and get it in a blink. No. I'm the kind who sit on his lap and hug him all the time and share dreams with him. I'd kiss his cheek and would cry everytime he kissed my forehead. I'm the kind who wants my dad to be proud of me so I told him every little achievement story. I'm the kind who mms my son's photo to his grandfather every other day. And sms every single milestone in my baby's growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he is weak, my heart broke into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2864478187207772557?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2864478187207772557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2864478187207772557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2864478187207772557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2864478187207772557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/abah.html' title='ABAH'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TTzCE3dyllI/AAAAAAAABaw/_VGBiCNx47s/s72-c/Akad%2BNikah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2635507902499692075</id><published>2011-01-11T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:55:04.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies I've (not) watched throughout 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;SHERLOCK HOLMES&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE MORGANS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE IMAGINARIUM OF DR PARNASSUS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PERCY JACKSON &amp;amp; THE LIGHTNING THIEF&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY &lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IN ROME&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ALICE IN WONDERLAND&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;CHLOE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;IRON MAN 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SHREK : THE FINAL CHAPTER&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SEX &amp;amp; THE CITY 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PRINCE OF PERSIA&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;LAGENDA BUDAK SETAN&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE TWILIGHT SAGA&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE LAST AIRBENDER&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SALT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;STEP UP 3D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;WALLSTREET&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;CHARLIE ST CLOUD&lt;br /&gt;YOU AGAIN &lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS : PART 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE SOCIAL NETWORK&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;MAGIKA&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;RAPUNZEL: A TANGLED TALE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HANTU KAK LIMAH BALIK RUMAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2635507902499692075?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2635507902499692075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2635507902499692075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2635507902499692075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2635507902499692075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/movies-ive-not-watched-throughout-2010.html' title='Movies I&apos;ve (not) watched throughout 2010'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6989331979205345711</id><published>2011-01-10T11:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:35:23.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MasakMasak'/><title type='text'>10 days after.</title><content type='html'>10 days after the celebration of New Year, I finally have some time to update the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed that a lot of visits came from &lt;a href="http://ketokurokuning.blogspot.com/"&gt;yellowherbie’s kelate blog&lt;/a&gt;, terimo kasih la adik kakok (as YH would say). Hehe. I’m just his bestfriend, nampaknya terkena la tempias glamour YH kan. To those yang blur, YH used to write a beautiful blog on being a pilot – sharing his experiences. Tapi biasalah, manusia ni penuh dengan hasad dengki. Tak boleh nampak orang happy sikit nak menyibuk. So following orders, the blog was shut down. Though he continued writing about traveling on &lt;a href="http://sightsofplaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;his other blog&lt;/a&gt;, things are never the same again. *sad* Kalau tengok live traffic feed tu, every hour ada je new visitor tapi his last post was in September. Someone asked on my formspring, kenapa YH dah tak update his blog, hm.. kenala tanya dia sendiri ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a happy note. New Year passed with a lot of laughter. Cuti seminggu kot! We went back to Kota Bharu for Nadeem’s Aqiqah. No big celebrations with pelamin or tent, just a simple kenduri for friends and family. He had his “bercukur” do when he was 3 weeks so this time around just another sunnah to fulfill. My gorgeous son is now 10 months ++. Dah boleh berjalan sikit-sikit. Maybe because he’s tall and heavy? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqI1RSvPhI/AAAAAAAABZw/vlRRLaIgsuE/s1600/2010_12_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqI1RSvPhI/AAAAAAAABZw/vlRRLaIgsuE/s320/2010_12_27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560407138698739218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to KL after several days. I forgot how I hate the distance. Jauh! Lepas 9 jam baru sampai rumah. *pengsan* Mental note to self to just buy the flight tickets! Ok, kalau last minute, mahal? Balik jugakla dengan kereta kan. Humph. I spent the next few days lepak. Jumpa kawan-kawan. And sometime in the office too, packing my stuff. YES, I’m now in my new office for training. Menara TM! Where everyone is busy working or preparing for meetings that they don’t have access to FB and Twitter during office hours. Hehe. But jap, tu cerita kejap lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak cerita New Year’s Eve dulu. Thanks to Muhaiza for hosting the dinner. Siap main game tu. Hehe. Nik, &lt;a href="http://lifeasep.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zarie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amadexist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emi&lt;/a&gt; pun join skali. The chicken was yummy! I baked Red Velvet for them. Sapa nak order, email me at hunny0308@gmail.com I can do normal big cakes or cupcakes. Sedap, betul ni. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqHxuktofI/AAAAAAAABZo/mg5Z_ZrBvCk/s1600/2010_12_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqHxuktofI/AAAAAAAABZo/mg5Z_ZrBvCk/s320/2010_12_31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560405978327654898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqWrjlKBkI/AAAAAAAABZ4/w3hDEVfsWWE/s1600/IMG_0941x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqWrjlKBkI/AAAAAAAABZ4/w3hDEVfsWWE/s320/IMG_0941x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560422364971927106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, grated chocs tak cantik sebab nak cepat. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqX75KyynI/AAAAAAAABaI/53Vo8TV4ISU/s1600/Red%2BVelvet-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqX75KyynI/AAAAAAAABaI/53Vo8TV4ISU/s320/Red%2BVelvet-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560423745156467314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqXiwv-iWI/AAAAAAAABaA/BX3DnkA1QHY/s1600/IMG01270-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqXiwv-iWI/AAAAAAAABaA/BX3DnkA1QHY/s320/IMG01270-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560423313399777634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried with white choc at MIL's. not bad but since she has a small oven, i only made one layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelam kabut jugakla buat kek tu. I was hired for a marketing research job from a company in Japan and they wanted the documents to be submitted on the day before NY. Masa tu jugakla nak writer’s block kan. Hours passed by and I didn’t start until 2 hours before submission time. Terpaksa extend for another couple of hours. Unprofessional, I know but I just didn’t know what to write! Alhamdulillah, bila dah dapat idea tu terus je duduk depan laptop sampai siap. Payment received 5 days after. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I was finishing up my business plan for &lt;a href="http://masqueradecreations.blogspot.com"&gt;Masquerade Creations&lt;/a&gt;, my event management company. The blog is not 100% running yet but click to have a look ok? Credit to Ninie for the “Creations” word. Don’t be a Winklevoss and sue me 5 years from now for the idea tau! Haha. Sekarang ni kecil-kecilan dulu, it is going to be a wing of Masquerade Holdings (ini tidak wujud melainkan angan-angan kami haha). Amiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my new office story. As you probably read before, I’m in Menara for an on-job training for 6 months. I’ll be stationed at 3 different LOBs: Wholesale, Marketing and Corporate Communications. This is my second week here and I’m already learning a lot. Banyak teramat kot the processes! Rasa diri ini keciiiiiiiik je sebab my own office tak banyak cekadak. Hehe. Let's see how it goes okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6989331979205345711?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6989331979205345711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6989331979205345711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6989331979205345711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6989331979205345711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-days-after.html' title='10 days after.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TSqI1RSvPhI/AAAAAAAABZw/vlRRLaIgsuE/s72-c/2010_12_27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8307325655005364473</id><published>2011-01-06T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:06:14.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriend'/><title type='text'>akak ni isteri YH dek pong gak eh ke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;no la dear. we're childhood bestfriends. :) his wife from sarawak. i'm his schoolmate in kelantan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/diannedayanna?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;sila bertanya. saya jawab seikhlasnya.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8307325655005364473?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8307325655005364473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8307325655005364473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8307325655005364473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8307325655005364473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/formspring.html' title='akak ni isteri YH dek pong gak eh ke?'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-363169911353343424</id><published>2010-12-24T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:41:26.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merepekerepek'/><title type='text'>see you later!</title><content type='html'>i'm moving to menara TM starting January. semua emosi dah takde, so tinggal cam. okay. biasa. i'll see you later. heh. meja tak kemas lagi ok. semua menda still bersepah. wahaha. tak malu. orang dah suh blah tu blah jela, duk lepak lagi kat sini buat apa? ngee~ jawapannya adalah kerana saya telah bersidai di mid valley masa lunch tadi sehingga terlebih masa rehat. *ehem* jangan bitau ceo saya. ala, takpelah. nanti kat TM entah-entah kena monitor, nak lunch sejam dua minit pun tak bole, cemana? *alasan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak. 6.30. anak tak gi amik lagi. tengah proses campak mencampak barang dalam kotak. rasa takde la ape sangat pun tapi eh. banyak rupanya aku simpan kat ofis ni. surat2 cinta peminat pun ada. haha. tak masuk teddy bear peminat bagi lagi. ish ish.. nak bawak balik karang bising lak hubby aiii... :p nanti nanti lah. rabu datang lagi sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan tersilap drive ke sini 3 Jan 2011 nanti sudah.  malu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, ahad ni wedding anniversary dua tahun. phewit. isnin ni nadeem si hero kecik punya majlis aqiqah. jemputlah semua ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-363169911353343424?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/363169911353343424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=363169911353343424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/363169911353343424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/363169911353343424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/see-you-later.html' title='see you later!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1125863122854382394</id><published>2010-12-23T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:17:41.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>just yesterday i was talking about death and today i read from&lt;a href="http://surilala.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kak Sara's&lt;/a&gt; blog about a PHd student who lost her husband&lt;a href="http://meenyusuf.blogspot.com/"&gt; &gt; http://meenyusuf.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;they're studying in london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are we to predict the future? who am i to say that Said and i will have the chance to grow old together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah. Kau panjangkanlah usia kami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1125863122854382394?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1125863122854382394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1125863122854382394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1125863122854382394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1125863122854382394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7347177063437692546</id><published>2010-12-22T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:20:28.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kita gaduh sebab kita sayang -nurhartini</title><content type='html'>kalau tak sayang, kita tak peduli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7347177063437692546?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7347177063437692546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7347177063437692546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7347177063437692546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7347177063437692546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/kita-gaduh-sebab-kita-sayang-nurhartini.html' title='kita gaduh sebab kita sayang -nurhartini'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6430091819587851289</id><published>2010-12-22T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:02:23.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>Kepergian</title><content type='html'>Cucunda &lt;a href="http://blogs.iium.edu.my/martinelli/"&gt;Kak Nelli, Head of CENSERVE IIUM&lt;/a&gt; telah meninggal dunia semalam 9pm dan disembahyangkan dan dikebumikan pagi ini. Tiada kata lain melainkan Innalillahi wainna ilahi rajiun. Dari Allah kita datang, kepada Allah kita kembali. Kak Nelli adalah antara mentor kami (saya dan suami) di UIA. Banyak urusan persatuan/kelab/program adalah melalui Kak Nelli pada masa tu. Said and I joined a lot of programs throughout the years. In fact, she was the one who introduced my husband to Dr Jemilah (ex MERCY President) and that was how eventually he got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airmata saya jatuh bila membaca tentang cucunda Kak Nelli. Kali terakhir kami berjumpa pada Aidilfitri tahun lepas. Dah lama! I was still pregnant with Nadeem. Terlalu muda tapi Allah sayangkan dia. Umurnya 1 tahun 8 bulan, apalah budak sekecil itu tahu tentang kesakitan melainkan menangis? Reminds me of my own son definitely. What would happen if I lost him? Would I be strong or would I be mad? Chances are, I will be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death are a topic we always avoid. Alhamdulillah, except for my paternal grandfather, I'm blessed to still be surrounded by my loved ones. I can't think of the day I will lose my parents or the day they will lose me. Or losing my husband. I don't know how people do it, a lot of them survived but many failed to. Therefore, every second of every day I wish I can go back to my home and see everyone there. I wish I can have this huge house so that everybody will be living together. Selfish, isn't it? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya motif sebenar cerita pagi ini adalah tentang marah tapi bila membaca blog dan facebook Kak Nelli, lain pula pembukaannya. Mungkin kita cerita tentang marah lain kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dah tak fokus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6430091819587851289?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6430091819587851289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6430091819587851289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6430091819587851289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6430091819587851289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/kepergian.html' title='Kepergian'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3612229450224925178</id><published>2010-12-21T09:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:59:20.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>At least when you're married, the bills can be split into two...</title><content type='html'>The conversation started normal but then it got ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TRBB36-mIhI/AAAAAAAABYc/CwsLnK-bOYE/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TRBB36-mIhI/AAAAAAAABYc/CwsLnK-bOYE/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010769528234514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TRBCHHeMbLI/AAAAAAAABYs/IwUd--Q-hLA/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TRBCHHeMbLI/AAAAAAAABYs/IwUd--Q-hLA/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553011030580030642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oi! When u r married mana ada bill split in 2 punya. Itu Husband bayar semua ler, and I mean all! Wife tak bayar apa2 punya (satu sen pon tak ada keluar), tukang belanja lagi ada ler! Mana ada sharing punya. Our money is yours to spend, but your money is yours alone! But when we come looking u better be ready to render your services due. Don't give us your; ".... I have a headache tonight...." nonsense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I already deleted it but I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faisal, WTF? I pay my share ok! How dare you generalise us wives! If your wife (if you do have a wife, that is) is a bloodsucker, I pity you. But respect the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I was a bit harsh but I was very offended when he said “But when we come looking u better be ready to render your services due.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, wow. Macam tu je taraf isteri kat mata dia? To RENDER SERVICES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously he didn’t get it and so the conversation continued as below:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TRBB4OqRX8I/AAAAAAAABYk/_87j_ggMKeQ/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TRBB4OqRX8I/AAAAAAAABYk/_87j_ggMKeQ/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010774811697090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Hello, Dianne. Real Wives are not required to pay anything (not accountable for a single action) from the moment they open their eyes till the day they close them. That is the purpose of marriage in the first place. The transference of guardianship from father to husband. Real Husbands are forbidden to consume a single cent of their wives' earning. We are sole providers. There are no two ways about that. If you're married and still splitting the bills then I pity you both. I think you are still young and very naive. You don't know my wife so don't preach your politically correct "I pay my share" BULLSHIT. It's so contrived. The sharing part is never about money. She doesn't pay the bills but she renders an unsurpassed service most husbands will never know, least of all yours. I respect all women, mothers, and wives who knows their proper place. Do you? And yes, when you grow very old you will discover that in the end ALL WIVES ARE THE SAME, as all husbands are. Get real!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTRADICTION, NO? The way he put all these exclamation mark on the first comment like he was angry that we wives are spending husband’s money like nobody’s business. But on the second one, he’s saying that he’s SUPPOSED to give pulak. HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when he got married because being YOUNG, of course we have to split the bills. It doesn’t make any sense to let the husband pay for every single thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak goyang kaki je? WOW. At our age (I’m 26 btw), tell me HOW MANY can actually provide EVERYTHING to their wives? Especially when you have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disclaimer: if you're in a different league i.e older than me, have your own business, parents are rich and they give you monthly allowances, successful blogger bla bla bla this doesn’t apply ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the way I see it, this person is an arrogant husband. it’s fine if you can give everything to your wife but to those who can’t? jangan kawin? yet u wonder why ramai yang lambat kahwin?&lt;br /&gt;one of the reason is because of this kind of thinking lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to all husbands out there. we, wives, love you as much as you do (if you don’t anymore, then that’s another story). masa bercinta and study sama-sama kat U dulu bole share macam-macam, why lepas kawin kena berkira? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kalau setiap bulan suami sekalian bagi duit nafkah (ni specific ok), dan seorang yang bertanggungjawab,&lt;/span&gt; kami isteri-isteri yang bekerja ni langsung tak kisah nak share bayar duit rumah/kereta/letrik/air/astro tu. yelah, karang nak beli barang dapur, duit nursery anak, susu, diapers semua pun kita bayar la sama-sama. takkan duit isteri ni nak pakai buat shopping baju dengan pergi spa je kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duit isteri adalah hak isteri, tidak dinafikan tetapi atas prinsip asas kemanusiaan, hormat menghormati dan berkasih sayang kenapa tidak boleh dikongsi atas kerelaan? &lt;/span&gt;suami jangan ego, tak perlu sakit kepala berfikir macamana nak menanggung semua dan isteri jangan ego, sehingga meletakkan tanggungjawab pada bahu suami saja. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yang jadi masalah bila suami yang tidak bertanggungjawab dan mempergunakan kemudahan kerana isteri bekerja. dan jadi masalah bila isteri tidak mahu menolong sedangkan dia pun ada sumber pendapatan juga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, ever heard of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVE AND TAKE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kita nak hidup lama. tak guna bergaduh bila dah tua dan ungkit duit tiga ratus yang diberi 20 tahun lepas kan? and saying all men/women are the same are incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I rest my case, i end this with an excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.islamonline.net/servlet/Satellite?pagename=IslamOnline-English-Ask_Scholar/FatwaE/FatwaE&amp;amp;cid=1119503545386"&gt;ISLAM ONLINE. :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Islam, the family is the cornerstone of the society, which constitutes a brick in the huge construction of the Muslim Ummah. Therefore, Islam pays much care to the stability and well-being of the family. The Glorious Qur’an and the Prophet’s Sunnah have provided clear-cut proofs that assure this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marital life dictates mutual rights and obligations for both the husband and the wife. The husband, in principle, is held responsible for the maintenance (Nafaqah) of his wife and children regardlesss of his wife being poor or well-off. However, if the wife is a career woman, she is responsible for the charges and financial requirements of her work, such as transportation, work's dress, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that the salary of the working wife cannot be totally hers, for her work, in one way or the other, infringes upon the rights of the husband. Therefore, we advise the working wife to consult her husband on how to spend her salary in order to maintain love and affection between them both. However, the working wife is allowed to spend a portion of her salary without seeking the permission of her husband but this should be done in a moderate way. She also can spend her money on the children and household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for the question in point, we’d like to cite the following Fatwa issued by Sheikh Ahmad Kutty, a senior lecturer and an Islamic scholar at the Islamic Institute of Toronto, Ontario, Canada: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It stands to reason that the question here is whether the husband is entitled to the entire salary of his working wife or not. The answer to that question is: it is not permissible for the wife to claim the whole salary because basically in Islam it is the duty of the husband to provide for the expenses of his family including the food, shelter and medical expenses according to his means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a wife gives her husband from her salary voluntarily, it is totally permissible for the husband to make use of it. But because of the fact that the wife’s working takes its toll on the husband, the wife should be fair enough to contribute something towards the maintenance of the house and the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasonable formula would be for her to agree to pay one third of her income towards the family expenses. At no time you, the husband, should claim all of her income unless she gives it voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said this, I must say that if both the husband and wife have agreed on a formula in the beginning of marital life, they are bound by the terms of the agreement unless it infringes upon the wife’s fundamental rights.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Rif`at Fawzi, professor of Shari`ah at Cairo Univ., adds: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have some rights upon your wife. If she goes out for work, you are permitted to obtain a portion of her salary to spend on the family. In normal situations, marital life should be based on co-operation between the husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s the husband’s right to take part of the salary of his working wife, and spend it on the family. This will be a compensation for his rights, which the wife will be unable to fulfil because of work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Editor's note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For further information, we recommend you to read Husband and Wife: Mutual Rights and Obligations . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read more: http://www.islamonline.net/servlet/Satellite?pagename=IslamOnline-English-Ask_Scholar/FatwaE/FatwaE&amp;amp;cid=1119503545386#ixzz18ijMK9GH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3612229450224925178?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3612229450224925178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3612229450224925178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3612229450224925178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3612229450224925178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/stupid-moron.html' title='At least when you&apos;re married, the bills can be split into two...'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TRBB36-mIhI/AAAAAAAABYc/CwsLnK-bOYE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7299769941776961580</id><published>2010-12-20T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:59:21.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejuvenate!</title><content type='html'>i love spas! don't you? :D it's like a lil gift to myself every month. here are two of my favorites:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dewiayuspa.com/"&gt;BALINESE SPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dewiayuspa.com/"&gt;Dewi Ayu Spa @ Plaza Damas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started to visit this place 3 years back when i was still working at damas. milia recommended the spa and yes, it's really really good. beautiful place, separate rooms for everything. the price tag is definitely NOT expensive like most spas around the area. puas hati! they have experienced therapist from indonesia and i used to have a favorite, Seri, but she doesn't work there anymore. they know what to do even though you're pregnant. i went there twice a month when i was carrying nadeem. another favorite therapist for pedicure and manicure is Indah. i could sleep while she's doing my nails. i've tried almost everything on their menu btw including facial and hair treatment. so give them a call! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siambodyworks.com/services.shtml"&gt;THAI MASSAGE&lt;br /&gt;Siam BodyWorks @ NorthPoint Mid Valley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have a few branches but limited to massage services only. but they really know what they're doing! if you want your tranquility and calmness and those soft massages that can lull you to sleep, this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the place. hehe. they provide really good massages for those in need to fix any sore part of the body. perfect after a long tiring week or after one whole day of shopping. the rooms are only separated by curtains though, so be careful while changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried quite a number of spas around KL especially those with promotions and what not but i hate the idea of paying 1k for 11 visits or something like that. i mean, i go to spa when i do have the money so i don't need to pay installments ok. and i've only visited the ones around my side of town. yang dekat shah alam ke, bangi ke.. tak penah la try lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i have a few spas in my to-visit list. i'll let u know if they're any good ok? dalam website memang semua nampak kool. :) anyway, the two above are affordable to someone like me, a typical young executive (who is also a mother) with a typical salary. if you're in a different league (i.e older than me, have your own business, parents are rich and they give you monthly allowances, successful blogger), then you'd probably want to try something better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7299769941776961580?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7299769941776961580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7299769941776961580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7299769941776961580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7299769941776961580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/rejuvenate.html' title='rejuvenate!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2737721355516864902</id><published>2010-12-13T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:32:59.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Dealing with Mother-in-Law</title><content type='html'>i do have a good relationship, in general, with my MIL. but sometimes, i just can't take her drama. it has been awhile since her last drama though, so i kinda forgot how hurtful it can be. kalau nak balas2 ungkit memangla banyak tapi perlu ke? kecik hati ok. it's not like i stole her son, sebelum ni pun dianne ikot je semua. takkan benda kecik pun nak berkira. and saying that MY family got extra attention is a bit too much la. because it's not true! me and said tried very hard not to differentiate both families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau nak start ungkit, i tell u, i would win. hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but MY MOM ajar not to cari pasal, we think before we say anything. and try our best to put our feet inside other people's shoes. kita jarang faham kesusahan orang lain sebab kita sendiri tak rasa, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i'll shut my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://life.familyeducation.com/mothers/in-laws/48067.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guidelines to deal with your MIL here. ;-p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2737721355516864902?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2737721355516864902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2737721355516864902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2737721355516864902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2737721355516864902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/dealing-with-mother-in-law.html' title='Dealing with Mother-in-Law'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6337802014550231019</id><published>2010-12-08T14:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:31:58.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>december fever</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving my office in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not for long. the company sent me off to head office at menara for a 6 months sort of training with the subsidiaries and group corporate communications. i'm not sure how they'd accept me, i'm not sure if they WILL accept me. seriously. takot ok. we're talking about hundreds of new faces. will i be given crazy tasks? will i attend millions of meetings (cuz apparently that's what they do there - meetings!)? where do i park? where do i have lunch? where do i wash my hair (okay, ni over la. haha)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i'll be in twilight zone during those months. working at taman desa means i'm enjoying these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. free ample parking, no toll, no traffic&lt;br /&gt;2. easy access to lots of kedai makan and gerai&lt;br /&gt;3. 7 minutes drive to mid valley&lt;br /&gt;4. flexible hours (hehe. ni pandai2 je) - 2 hours &amp;amp; 15 mins break during friday!&lt;br /&gt;6. big cubicle with extra cabinet (and facing the door with the window on my back - privacy)&lt;br /&gt;7. the IKEA pantry in front of me complete with TV, sofa and fridge and what not&lt;br /&gt;8. all the necessary gadgets - laptop, Blackberry, camera, office phone with caller ID&lt;br /&gt;9. internet access to facebook, blogs and twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. i'm leaving all these to NOTHING! gile. suddenly kena berebut parking yang habis by 7.30 am. massive traffic going out from office in the evening. boring food court (tapi mid valley is still 7 minutes away). really big office space with zero privacy. friday rest just an hour? whyyy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i don't need to give back my gadgets except for the camera, of course, but i heard there's no access to fb, blogs and twitter! betul ke? waaaaa! &lt;a href="http://surilala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kak Sara&lt;/a&gt;, tell me i got it all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this training thing is GOOD. no, its GREAT. i get to mingle with the VVIPs during events, organise big events, understand the jobscope in depth and after 6 months i get to bring back all the experiences. i mean, come on dianne..  after the routine work here, isn't this opportunity refreshing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i'm no longer a superior to some bitchy girl! yayyyy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Done. Salam MAAL HIJRAH. Dengan lafaz Bismillahirrahmanirrahim, aku menuju ke jalan cerah yang Kau tunjukkan ya Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6337802014550231019?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6337802014550231019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6337802014550231019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6337802014550231019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6337802014550231019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-fever.html' title='december fever'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8896329979353922380</id><published>2010-12-03T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:48:59.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mybaby'/><title type='text'>9 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPhn7c33P2I/AAAAAAAABX0/YKTzowMqFt0/s1600/IMG01154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPhn7c33P2I/AAAAAAAABX0/YKTzowMqFt0/s320/IMG01154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546297212167208802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're too gorgeous darling. don't grow up too fast please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8896329979353922380?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8896329979353922380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8896329979353922380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8896329979353922380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8896329979353922380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/9-months.html' title='9 months.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPhn7c33P2I/AAAAAAAABX0/YKTzowMqFt0/s72-c/IMG01154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8916776211278945407</id><published>2010-11-29T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:35:21.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday birthday birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPM69CffjEI/AAAAAAAABXs/Pu6CHSO--Dg/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPM69CffjEI/AAAAAAAABXs/Pu6CHSO--Dg/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544840386538605634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday encik suami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari lahir mr hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with you 8 years ago, on our 1st date and i am still in love with you today, 8 years, 3 months, 26 days later. a perfect husband, a perfect father you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Deluminator"&gt;Deluminator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPM69C2GeUI/AAAAAAAABXk/Ym-0yA-lzhA/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPM69C2GeUI/AAAAAAAABXk/Ym-0yA-lzhA/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544840386633431362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovecuppacakes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from Cuppacakes +wondermilk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8916776211278945407?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8916776211278945407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8916776211278945407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8916776211278945407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8916776211278945407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday-birthday-birthday.html' title='birthday birthday birthday'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TPM69CffjEI/AAAAAAAABXs/Pu6CHSO--Dg/s72-c/IMG_0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1238380385830513472</id><published>2010-11-26T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:52:30.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuppacakes @ +wondermilk</title><content type='html'>just got back from &lt;a href="http://www.ilovecuppacakes.com/Cuppacakes/Cuppacakes___Updates/Cuppacakes___Updates.html"&gt;+wondermilk cafe&lt;/a&gt; to survey the place. the last time i was there was about a year ago, collecting my anniversary cupcakes. so since i was craving for cupcakes since a week ago, i decided to go there with kak liza for a quick lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning a small get together with my darling friends to celebrate hubby's birthday on monday. instead of ordering a whole box of the same cupcakes, i have decided to take 12 cupcakes with diff flavors. yes, it wont be decorated with his name or any kind of theme but it suits diff people. that sounds better, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i LOVE the cafe. felt like i was hanging out at home. it's the kind of cafe i would want to own one day. maybe with an addition of children's section so nadeem would have his own space. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1238380385830513472?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1238380385830513472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1238380385830513472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1238380385830513472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1238380385830513472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/cuppacakes-wondermilk.html' title='cuppacakes @ +wondermilk'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3102793257388595303</id><published>2010-11-24T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:55:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you afraid of me?</title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... checking my blog now, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill lah. Awak kan Tok Janggut. You can handle taiko india TGV Capsquare, you can surely handle my ONE question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I changed my mind. Not asking anymore since you went running to my bestfriend being too curious for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugi ah. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3102793257388595303?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3102793257388595303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3102793257388595303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3102793257388595303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3102793257388595303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/are-you-afraid-of-me.html' title='are you afraid of me?'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5014077217272701089</id><published>2010-11-22T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:48:42.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one hell of a raya week</title><content type='html'>after organising the 3rd batch of family day for the company, i thought of spending raya at home - as in kota bharu. but nadeem spent too much time in the (apparently dirty) water at the waterpark and while we spent a day at bukit mertajam (said's grandfather's home), he developed a seriously high fever (39.5'c) and had &lt;a href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/febrile_seizures/detail_febrile_seizures.htm"&gt;febrile seizures&lt;/a&gt;. scared me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was admitted to KPJ Penang for a couple of days and on the eve of raya, we went back to Tok's house @ Sg Petani. spent only a day there. the moment i arrived in the office on thursday, i suddenly zoned out. i kept on visualising the exact second when nadeem was unconscious in my arms - his eyes were not blinking and he wasn't responding. the image kept on coming, and i felt this urge to keep on checking on him. Said told me i had &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder"&gt;posttraumatic stress disorder&lt;/a&gt; and he was right. took me a couple of days to feel better. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadeem, please be healthy and safe. jangan takotkan mommy lagi ok darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TOx66vLNEFI/AAAAAAAABXU/72DqquFQtqE/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TOx66vLNEFI/AAAAAAAABXU/72DqquFQtqE/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542940390900699218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TOx67fvgX1I/AAAAAAAABXc/scd6J6IjG2o/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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/&gt;Seperti mahu duit berjuta-juta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi belum rezeki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada di sana, tapi belum jumpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6878720310549198664?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6878720310549198664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6878720310549198664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6878720310549198664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6878720310549198664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/belum.html' title='belum'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1061670693784504773</id><published>2010-11-09T16:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:48:16.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><title type='text'>birthday story</title><content type='html'>i was too busy being happy and excited about my birthday week to care about what msknowitallreceptionist thought of me. she didnt even send out my birthday wish (we at CCD are in charge of emailing everyone on the day of a staff's bday). how could a staff (pretend to) forget her own boss' bday? but then again, she did all the nasty and stupid stuff anyone could ever imagine of doing so i guess, if she's stupid nak buat macamana kan? i am so damn tired of her emotional-mood-swinging self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, shareen treated me early for birthday lunch at Chilli's bangsar. had another birthday lunch the day after with eein at paddington's mid v. went to OU on my birthday to celebrate with the uia peeps at johnny's. sesat ok parking kat bawah one world hotel. haha. final treat is at wadi hadramawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnClblT4I/AAAAAAAABWA/S3SBigIMTY8/s1600/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnClblT4I/AAAAAAAABWA/S3SBigIMTY8/s320/IMG_2648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537851985910648706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnDWVFeFI/AAAAAAAABWI/_CGCKQNxCnE/s1600/IMG_2650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnDWVFeFI/AAAAAAAABWI/_CGCKQNxCnE/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537851999036733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpoI9-f4zI/AAAAAAAABXI/p3J0PGI7_UQ/s1600/IMG_2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpoI9-f4zI/AAAAAAAABXI/p3J0PGI7_UQ/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537853195090387762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnqN6qa-I/AAAAAAAABWw/908k3Mac3jY/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnqN6qa-I/AAAAAAAABWw/908k3Mac3jY/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537852666793323490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnFKqZ6-I/AAAAAAAABWg/gdYELkhrYwg/s1600/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnFKqZ6-I/AAAAAAAABWg/gdYELkhrYwg/s320/IMG_2812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537852030264667106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnqUAFhLI/AAAAAAAABW4/8XzhQBfY8l8/s1600/IMG_2821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnqUAFhLI/AAAAAAAABW4/8XzhQBfY8l8/s320/IMG_2821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537852668426683570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnqjFjzxI/AAAAAAAABXA/dVt_QUfDPUE/s1600/IMG_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnqjFjzxI/AAAAAAAABXA/dVt_QUfDPUE/s320/IMG_2840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537852672476172050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wish this year is to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better wife, better mother, better worker, better daughter, better friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, better servant to the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1061670693784504773?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1061670693784504773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1061670693784504773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1061670693784504773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1061670693784504773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday-story.html' title='birthday story'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TNpnClblT4I/AAAAAAAABWA/S3SBigIMTY8/s72-c/IMG_2648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-717780340130158818</id><published>2010-11-04T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:37:54.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>banjir oo banjir..</title><content type='html'>The husband is leaving for Kedah and Perlis with MERCY MALAYSIA today. I cried. Yes, I did. Ntah hape2. Haha. It has been awhile since he last went outstation for a long time. So I've gotten used to the idea of "you-and-me-sleeping-on-the-same-bed-every-night" thing. I've become so manja and mengada. Nasib baik ada my lil prince. Nasib baik mama &amp;amp; abah pun ada weekend ni. Too bad it's Deepavali tomorrow and I have nothing to do. Okay, I DO have something on. My bestfriends are coming over for dinner and I have to cook. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dear people of Kedah and Perlis... Here I send you my personal superhero. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.mediabanc.ws/articles/data/elibrary_my/20101103-t-C%20501-NEWS-130425-Mercy%20Malaysia-Help.wmv"&gt;Said's short interview with Astro Awani : CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-717780340130158818?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/717780340130158818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=717780340130158818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/717780340130158818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/717780340130158818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/banjir-oo-banjir.html' title='banjir oo banjir..'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7524879123719883499</id><published>2010-11-03T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:52:51.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takdir</title><content type='html'>Rukun Iman ke 6&lt;br /&gt;Beriman kepada Qada' dan Qadar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pillars of Faith No. 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To believe in Divine Preordainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Semalam tak sempat pergi makan sedap-sedap. Saya tidurkan Nadeem, dengan daddy dia sekali tertidur. Sedar-sedar dah pukul 10pm. *adeh* Encik Suami yang kacak lagi pemurah janji nak belanja arini pulak. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi dah dapat email yang ditunggu. Tak ada rezeki rupanya. Tapi mungkin itu yang terbaik buat masa ini. Lagi-lagi hati kami separuh ada di sini. Mungkin ada rezeki yang lebih berharga. Selalunya begitulah. It was fun thinking about the possibilities though! Puas betul berangan. haha. Insya Allah, satu hari nanti.. nak jugak duduk lama di luar negara. Travel the world. And Nadeem will be so cultured. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, read these. I wish I'm half as good as them in writing. Or a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kakteh.blogspot.com/"&gt;KakTeh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kecek-kecek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Awang Goneng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7524879123719883499?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7524879123719883499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7524879123719883499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7524879123719883499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7524879123719883499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/takdir.html' title='Takdir'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2089659972306152196</id><published>2010-11-02T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:44:22.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>satu rasa</title><content type='html'>semalam balik lewat. 12.30am baru sampai rumah. kami ke klia hantar dua lelaki pulang. sorang datang dari tanah gaza. sorang lagi dari mesir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang 1 dari gaza - sudah berusia - dia runtunkan hati saya. rasa mahu senyum saja keliling dia. mahu beritahu dunia ini indah dan bahagia. dia berairmata bila mahu ucapkan selamat tinggal pada suami saya. katanya seminggu di malaysia seperti 14 tahun. dia telefon ramai orang sepanjang perjalanan kami ke airport. dia ucapkan terima kasih berulang-ulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was too grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerana diberi peluang oleh Allah untuk merasa nikmat bersiar-siar tanpa risau sebutir bom dilepaskan. tanpa risau apa yang dia lakukan salah di mata askar yang berkeliaran. silap hari bulan ditembak, mati tanpa sebab di tengah jalan. biar sekejap, dia cukup suka. dia puji-puji Malaysia melangit tinggi berbunga-bunga. mula mula saya tak faham juga tapi bila suami kata, "bandingkan saja dengan negara dia..." baru saya sedar - saya bertuah di sini. sakit hati dengan isu politik, atau sakit jiwa dengan isu gila tak masuk akal. saya masih bernafas. saya masih boleh buat apa saya suka. berjalan-jalan dengan suami dan anakanda tanpa risau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tahu apa yang indah tentang orang 1 tadi? Allah kurniakan dia ilmu. dia doktor pakar. maka dia gunakan kepandaian untuk membantu anak2 palestin yang sangat memerlukan. walau dalam kesusahan, dia mulia kerana memudahkan kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_cqtgPNJI/AAAAAAAABVo/ErNi0b3h6L8/s1600/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_cqtgPNJI/AAAAAAAABVo/ErNi0b3h6L8/s320/IMG_2833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534885093389055122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_cqw4cllI/AAAAAAAABVw/QZUcv5ks-Ss/s1600/IMG_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_cqw4cllI/AAAAAAAABVw/QZUcv5ks-Ss/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534885094295901778" 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/5798419259711894634-2089659972306152196?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2089659972306152196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2089659972306152196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2089659972306152196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2089659972306152196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/satu-rasa.html' title='satu rasa'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_cqtgPNJI/AAAAAAAABVo/ErNi0b3h6L8/s72-c/IMG_2833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5948760282165119341</id><published>2010-11-02T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:01:43.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suka suki riang ria'/><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_heclPeaI/AAAAAAAABV4/vCHmm6yxkQE/s1600/IMG_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_heclPeaI/AAAAAAAABV4/vCHmm6yxkQE/s320/IMG_2836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534890380246350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, 31st oct, i was officially 26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i spent the whole week being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update about the celebration tomorrow, after the yummy dinner tonite - courtesy of nadeem's superdad, my darling husband. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-5948760282165119341?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5948760282165119341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=5948760282165119341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5948760282165119341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5948760282165119341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TM_heclPeaI/AAAAAAAABV4/vCHmm6yxkQE/s72-c/IMG_2836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7128063317316564481</id><published>2010-10-29T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:21:59.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star of the month</title><content type='html'>Tak tahu lah kalau lambat sikit terima berita ni, tapi blog &lt;a href="http://funny-profiles-story.blogspot.com/"&gt;INI&lt;/a&gt; sangat kelakar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-profiles-story.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLICK AND ENJOY! :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7128063317316564481?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7128063317316564481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7128063317316564481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7128063317316564481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7128063317316564481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/10/star-of-month.html' title='star of the month'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8212657549811285853</id><published>2010-10-28T09:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:02:29.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><title type='text'>gambar seribu cerita</title><content type='html'>This morning, I scrolled down my fb page and looked at all the previous profile pix. It has been three years since the first photo made its debut. And throughout the years, it shows that I've gone through some major changes. From being single with few accomplishments to performing in UK to being married to getting a cool job to being pregnant to being a mother. Some are my unforgettable moments, some are photos of me and my bestfriends and recently it shows my gorgeous little prince. I love to see the smiles and joy, the captured excitement on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVzp-fnGI/AAAAAAAABVQ/C5kmVgysYFM/s1600/n712289530_1068205_8698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVzp-fnGI/AAAAAAAABVQ/C5kmVgysYFM/s320/n712289530_1068205_8698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907225642671202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ York with Project Connect team. Credit to Nurul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUA8AeoFI/AAAAAAAABUg/ilY92doCb_I/s1600/4167_79110669530_712289530_1757344_1795501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUA8AeoFI/AAAAAAAABUg/ilY92doCb_I/s320/4167_79110669530_712289530_1757344_1795501_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532905254797877330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ Epping Forest, London for Youth Theatre Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVy2b5NBI/AAAAAAAABVI/uY_0IJ47fOQ/s1600/n712289530_732747_9612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVy2b5NBI/AAAAAAAABVI/uY_0IJ47fOQ/s320/n712289530_732747_9612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907211807339538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White Horse of Kilburn, North Yorkshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVz-wPKOI/AAAAAAAABVY/bJjZjOW4B3I/s1600/n712289530_1168361_6557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVz-wPKOI/AAAAAAAABVY/bJjZjOW4B3I/s320/n712289530_1168361_6557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907231220017378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ Kota Bharu, the day I got married to the only person who can stand my temper and tantrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUAYCCQxI/AAAAAAAABUY/B1fGFxbCerg/s1600/2471_52804984530_712289530_1440257_152628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUAYCCQxI/AAAAAAAABUY/B1fGFxbCerg/s320/2471_52804984530_712289530_1440257_152628_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532905245140730642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjV0MKG2YI/AAAAAAAABVg/Em4Otatd0GY/s1600/n712289530_1184171_9774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjV0MKG2YI/AAAAAAAABVg/Em4Otatd0GY/s320/n712289530_1184171_9774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907234818185602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ the evening after the wedding day with beautiful bestfriends, feels like each person in this photo were thinking of a different thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUCZ41tSI/AAAAAAAABU4/P-ta5t4vvL4/s1600/21861_241405939530_712289530_3196788_1623680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUCZ41tSI/AAAAAAAABU4/P-ta5t4vvL4/s320/21861_241405939530_712289530_3196788_1623680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532905279998768418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ IIUM for Homecoming Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUBH_VzGI/AAAAAAAABUo/_7ijHtZ3L1A/s1600/5620_107414659530_712289530_2179194_7504790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUBH_VzGI/AAAAAAAABUo/_7ijHtZ3L1A/s320/5620_107414659530_712289530_2179194_7504790_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532905258014329954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ Endau Rompin National Park, 3 weeks pregnant :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUB5GMiJI/AAAAAAAABUw/L5YPduy6v4w/s1600/19261_277961504530_712289530_3345180_939480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjUB5GMiJI/AAAAAAAABUw/L5YPduy6v4w/s320/19261_277961504530_712289530_3345180_939480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532905271196420242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Rahah @ Shikin's wedding, Dewan Perdana Felda - 8 months pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVyCxOt5I/AAAAAAAABVA/KrVFt1S6fxU/s1600/33781_441389984530_712289530_5311227_4261892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVyCxOt5I/AAAAAAAABVA/KrVFt1S6fxU/s320/33781_441389984530_712289530_5311227_4261892_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907197938186130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My gorgeous little Prince Nadeem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8212657549811285853?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8212657549811285853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8212657549811285853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8212657549811285853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8212657549811285853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/10/gambar-seribu-cerita.html' title='gambar seribu cerita'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/TMjVzp-fnGI/AAAAAAAABVQ/C5kmVgysYFM/s72-c/n712289530_1068205_8698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7919412985266034320</id><published>2010-10-27T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:59:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take NO for an answer, will you?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be blatantly honest today so if you don't like what I'm about to write : thanks for visiting this blog and BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing. I work in Corporate Communications Dept. Which means among other things, I'm in charge to receive and evaluate any Persatuan's request for donation. We usually do give money, it's part of our CSR. But we don't simply giveaway our hard-earned money to random societies. We weighed the importance, the effects and if it involves ad, we need to know who's reading the ad and what is the image portrayed. We're not the government so you get the picture right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, Persatuan Penduduk Perumahan Polis Diraja Malaysia had been pestering me to get them the donation they need. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the police. I respect them. My sister in law &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a police officer. BUT in terms of business, I don't see a point of our TELCO company to sponsor their buletin that clearly stated, "kandungannya mengisahkan tentang peranan-peranan penting anggota polis dalam kehidupan seharian". And we seriously have no interest to attend another fancy expensive dinner at some hotels just because we donated RM10,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when the Management signed the proposal paper NOT APPROVED, what am I supposed to do? I'm not going to beg on behalf of the society! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people just can't take No for an answer. This guy called me 4 times a week before and 4 times today. He talked to me, talked to the CEO's secretary and even called the Finance Department asking for his cheque when I already told him that it wasn't approved and there's nothing I can do about it. He refused to hear me saying that I am not responsible and I CAN'T be responsible because I don't have the authority to approve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got really upset and told me he'd call again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7919412985266034320?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7919412985266034320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7919412985266034320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7919412985266034320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7919412985266034320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-no-for-answer-will-you.html' title='Take NO for an answer, will you?'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-772056290601473596</id><published>2010-10-25T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:33:57.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it is not a secret that i LOVE my birthday. therefore, i always celebrate it for one whole week. but this year, i've decided to start early (instead of celebrating the whole week after 31st). i will spend saturday night attending MERCY's Annual Dinner - which i love. And Sunday is reserved for a birthday dinner with the husband and lil baby. I'm hoping that we'll get some good news before that and if that happens, I dont think i'll need another present (it's about work, not another baby!) - of course flowers would be nice. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i hope from now on, i'll MAKE some time to update this EVERYDAY. that's the birthday resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-772056290601473596?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/772056290601473596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=772056290601473596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/772056290601473596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/772056290601473596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-week.html' title='birthday week'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8995164633469831438</id><published>2010-07-14T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:06:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>At this time of the year, two yrs ago.. I was in UK inhaling the cold air. I missed it like crazy. Fai is travelling around Europe so I'm jealous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished washing the pots and plates and what not. Mom and me were hired as caterer for a small event of 70pax. As there were only two of us, buying ingredients, preparing and cooking took quite an effort. And since hubby wasn't around there was an extra task of focusing on the lil baby. It was really tiring I tell you! The food on the table looked so easy. *sigh* but I guess its worth it. We just love cooking. :) and the money is quite good. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is I didn't get the chance to lie down and rest cuz I had to go to work so when hubby came home today I just slept for hours and left him to take care of nadeem. He freaked out over the messy kitchen of course, so I took the liberty to wake up in the middle of the night to clean it all up. All done in one and a half hours of standing in front of the sink. *another big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting paid for several things tomorrow so I vowed to spend it wisely (and save a lot chunk of it). I want to sort of decorate the house better. Hang the photos, have a small rack of books and have a better curtain. Its not homey enuff I think. Especially our bedroom and the living room where we spent quite a lot of time watching tv and hang out with friends n family. At first I thot its not worth it cuz we rent this place but seriously. Why not? Won't we feel better? And we have plenty of space to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We lost our ASTRO remote. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8995164633469831438?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8995164633469831438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8995164633469831438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8995164633469831438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8995164633469831438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8367152934668223426</id><published>2010-06-10T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:22:15.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review : Lagenda Budak Setan</title><content type='html'>Ni my two-cents worth, campur dengan discussion with my bestfriend. All is not necessary in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apekehalnye asyik close-up shot? Sakit mata dengan kepala tengok dekat-dekat sangat ni. Tapi view scene Kasyah bercanda sana sini dengan Ayu tu cantik pulak.. Yang gi ke kampung tu cantik jugak.. Macam confuse pun ye. Sekejap shot menarik tetibe fokus beria-ia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scene peluk dalam campus. Okay, mungkin adalah sebijik dua university campus yang social abes but most of Malaysian university takde nye terlalu open sampai boleh peluk macam tu terang-terang kat tengah jalan. But I like Azmi's appearance yang sungguh lah tiba-tiba. Kasyah jalan baru beberapa tapak terus Azmi muncul. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rasa macam director ni tak baca buku LBS pun ya. Scriptwriter tak berjaya betul-betul menghayati keagungan cinta Kasyah &amp;amp; Ayu... Sudahnya cinta diorang jadi biasa-biasa saja. Tak adil untuk penonton bila terus ke tengah cerita. Kalau tak kerana background yang kitorang dah arif, mungkin cerita ni cepat dilupakan. Kitorang tengok pun sebab KENA TENGOK. It's called a legend for a reason okay. Memang lagenda. Sedih lah bila watak Kasyah tak betul-betul di dalami. Dianne pun tak ingat sebiji-bijik isi novel nya.. maklumlah dah more than 10 years. Tapi sayang bila scene sekolah jadi universiti.. keakraban kasyah dengan sahabat-sahabatnya tak diketengahkan.. Ada satu part pasal Sapi, kalau tak silap Kasyah terjaga tengah malam tengok Sapi takde rupanya Sapi gi mencuri sebab takde duit ayah dia sakit.. or something like that.. tu bagi impak la pada personaliti Kasyah.. semangat setiakawan tu tak dirasa sedangkan Kasyah dengan bestfriend2 dia akrab sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dalam 10 minit pertama cerita, takde angin ribut.. eh Kasyah dan Ayu dah berbunga2 cinta. Laaa cepat benor.... Macam dianne cakap tadi.. kalau tak kerana dah tahu background memang x feel langsung. Zaman sekolah tu memberi impak besar sebenarnya. Suasana kelas. Macamana Ayu kenal Kasyah, Azmi. Diorang punya prank kat cikgu2.. maknanya cerita ni kena buat latar belakang zaman tu. Bukan zaman sekarang. Sebab skarang prank cicak ni tak relevan sangat kut. Dianne rasa lah... Mungkin boleh start like, ni zaman 70s.. pastu 80s... 90s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh. Scene Kasyah gi kampung tu cantik. Tapi takleh blah komen pakcik tu, "Pakcik tengok macam orang putih!" dan dibalas Kasyah, "Saya memang orang Melayu, pakcik".. hahahah.. agak2 la. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Soundtrack bagus. Lagu indah. Cuma ada satu part yang Su gi jumpa Kasyah dan bitau pasal Ayu kawen. Kenapakah oh kenapakah ada suara gagak di situ? TAK TEMA ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sekali lagi, lokasi-lokasi adalah menarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lagi part Kasyah balik dan jumpa Su untuk tanya "mana Ayu?".. eh... macam tiba-tiba. Rasa dalam novel ada kronologi kenapa Kasyah jumpa Su dulu cuma bila dalam movie agak tak logik Kasyah boleh pulak jumpa Su kat taman mana tah dan tanya mana Ayu.. adakah tak dapat call? dah pindah rumah? agak tergantung di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Que dan Fazura cemerlang. Exactly how we picture Azmi and Katerina. Que bagi impak besar masa scene pukul tu. Impressive. Fazura, saya suka anda. Lakonan bersahaja. Lisa pun bagus. Farid biasa je, yang penting dalam kepala most of peminat LBS, Farid Kamil bukanlah Kasyah. Not his fault, but saja je tak sesuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Scene Fazura marah ex bf sebab pukul Kasyah. "But I still love you!" ahhahahahahha.. okay. sangat takleh blah. mamat manalah itu.. Macam tak layak untuk digandingkan dengan lakonan perfect Fazura. Tolonglah betulkan accent English anda itu ye Encik Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Scene Ayu bersalin. Kasyah was outside of the labor room for like 5 mins dan tgh cakap dengan Kate bila nurse panggil ckp doc nk jumpe. Sekali bila masuk terus baby dah dlm cot berbalut bersih... aik. Cepatnya! Dah la Kasyah xde pun nak azankan baby tu. Tapi serius... sebagai ibu yang pernah bersalin, lepas keluar nak bersihkan lung from liquid, potong cord, timbang, bersihkan... x mungkin ok secepat itu baby siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Having said all that, script lemah. Sorry. Banyakkan research. Produksi ini masih belum cukup berusaha untuk ketengahkan cerita yang sangat indah. Don't know what will happen to KATERINA, kalau nak disambung la. Frust ok, yang ni pun potong BANYAK yang MELAMPAU. apa agaknya jadi pada Katerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sorry Mr Director, I seriously wish cerita ini digarap di tangan direktor lain.... Oh well. Rezeki anda. Harap ambil inisiatif lebih untuk filem seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : Worth-watching. U have to watch baru boleh komen. Sekurang-kurang cerita ini tak lah merendahkan tahap pemikiran Melayu seperti sesetengah cerita yang (kononnya) kelakar+lawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Jaja &amp;amp; Kak Na, Nurul tag sebab dulu banyak pau novel Kak Na via Jaja.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE AFTER FURTHER DISCUSSION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Scene baby nangis lepas doc bitau Kasyah yang Ayu dah takde. Baby tu tak nangis pooon. Kantoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tengok Nubhan kat cermin pandang belakang tapi Nubhan kat tepi sebenarnya. Sayang shot cantik tapi tak logik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Soalan wajib, “Bagaimana dengan isteri saya Doktor?” or something similar. Kalau scene hospital kat drama/filem Melayu nak sangat tanya soalan ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "SELAMAT PULANG AYU. MAK DAH SIAPKAN BILIK UNTUK AYU..."... hish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Suka repeat script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasyah : kita pernah datang sini..&lt;br /&gt;Ayu : kita pernah datang sini?&lt;br /&gt;Kasyah : Iya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Suka tanya soalan obvious. “kenapa aku pakai cincin nama kau?” nasib baik bila Kasyah tunjuk cincin dia Ayu tak pulak tanya, “kenapa kau pakai cincin nama aku?” haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIEW TAKEN FROM &lt;a href="http://suicidepark.blogspot.com/"&gt;NEEM’s blog&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah nampak sangat tua di dalam geng jahatnya jika dibandingkan dengan Sapi, Man dan lain-lain. Macam abang senior yang repeat banyak kali tapi kamcing dengan junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate:&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum mula cerita, aku rasa pelik kenapa Fazura dapat watak Kate. Aku rasa dia sesuai dengan watak Ayu atau nama penuhnya Sidaratul Dursina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa ada hal, dia boleh berlakon. At least, dia pandai buat air muka. Dan sungguh adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bila Shah cakap nak kahwin, tiba-tiba je nak pergi L.A. secepat mungkin sambung Master's. Nak pergi Fresno State kut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila Ayu nak bersalin, sempat datang hospital sebelum pergi airport. Petang ni kut flight dia? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada masalah visa sampai postpone 9 bulan pemergian ke L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Dianne rasa tak pernah pun dia mention nama penuh Ayu kan… tapi itulah lama betul tak gerak2 lagi si Kate nih. Mungkin jugak dia balik kejap cuti pastu nak pergi semula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna beritahu Shah, "selepas beberapa hari kau ke pedalaman, Ayu kahwin dengan Azmi."&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari je? Sempat pulak buat kad jemputan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Raja Farah menangis tak feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Kad siap ada gambar ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8367152934668223426?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8367152934668223426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8367152934668223426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8367152934668223426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8367152934668223426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/movie-review-lagenda-budak-setan.html' title='Movie Review : Lagenda Budak Setan'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7972796205958760149</id><published>2010-02-23T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:35:37.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>my dream : to study in england&lt;br /&gt;specifically at : york university, yorkshire, england&lt;br /&gt;the problem : there's no suitable course, at all&lt;br /&gt;what i want to do : corporate communications&lt;br /&gt;which university has it : manchester university&lt;br /&gt;the length : one year&lt;br /&gt;the problem : 70k ++ tuition fees and about 30k cost of living&lt;br /&gt;solution : study locally&lt;br /&gt;the price tag : 10k for two years study&lt;br /&gt;the only university that offers corporate comm : UPM&lt;br /&gt;i dislike the fact that : classes start at 6.30pm on weekdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. if i really want it, then might as well go for it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get my masters, apply for TM scholarship after successfully work for three consecutive years with TM (the requirement) and bring my husband and lil one overseas to study for my PhD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boleh kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7972796205958760149?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7972796205958760149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7972796205958760149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7972796205958760149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7972796205958760149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3031129520194402033</id><published>2010-02-17T08:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:15:27.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan2'/><title type='text'>the long weekends</title><content type='html'>I managed to spend 4 whole days without doing the work I insanely dragged home. The files were heavy, I tell you. I KNEW IT! I knew I wouldn't do it. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday night, we went to Carrefour at Mid V to stock up the food for the week. Someone told me that most markets would be closed throughout CNY (though I knew Carrefour wasn't included, the reason why did I still insist on going shopping that night is beyond me). We went around 10 pm since I read on the newspaper that it would only closed at midnight. Had dinner of Prosperity meals at McD and really shopped for food. Plus one table fan for the guest room. Plus baby's clothes (I couldn't help it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday were spent watching Glee over and over again (seriously, Astro.. WHY?), cooked lunch and downloaded tons of KRU songs. Then that night, I felt like eating burger so we went out and discovered a supermarket just round the corner and a mosque. Pretty much a new business area. Hubby wanted to buy a really big mug so we went in and ended up buying more than just a mug. Not a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday were spent watching TV and being lazy until I couldn't watch another reruns anymore. Tried checking out GSC website and who says not many ppl were in KL during CNY? All the shows were booked, the cinemas were full. But I wanted to go out so badly. We only had brunch so around 6pm we went to PJ Oldtown to have our early dinner. Strawberryfields were closed so we chose Noodle Station. Went home and watch TV and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came and we were up pretty early. Had breakfast and went out to watch Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Lightning Thief at GSC Signature (due to their comfy big seats). The movie wasn't bad, pretty entertaining actually. And made me googled the story behind these whole Olympians and Greek gods. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_tree_of_the_Greek_gods"&gt;A long family tree!&lt;/a&gt; After movie and lunch, hubby bought me a few books as gifts. One chic lit, one thick baby book [to write in all baby's first(s)] and one parenting book (that he's not gonna read, I'm sure). I went home happy. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday! Woke up early for the appointment with my gynae at Bangi. Arrived 5 minutes before 9am and I was already #10. They were supposed to open at 9am! Humph. Had to wait an hour and a half before seeing her. She did another scan and guess what, my baby is now 3.2 kg!! He grew half a kg in just 2 weeks! Berat, okay. She told me that I shouldn't be too worried about the whole low placenta thing. Insya Allah boleh bersalin normal. Phew. On our way home, we dropped by the new supermarket again to buy (kononnye) "bawang je.." But ended up buying more. But all food, I promised. Oh except for one pair of baby's clothes and one sleeping gown for me. Err.. hehehe... To be nice, I cooked Eein's famous spaghetti bolognese for lunch. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8pm I had sudden cravings for chicken chop with brown sauce. Poor hubby! Layankan jela. Went to bangsar and we were told that we had to wait for one hour. We waited. Home by 11pm and slept peacefully. Not. There is no such thing as peaceful sleep nowadays! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't Fall In Love by Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Please don't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What I think you're about to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't take the mood away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;By asking questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You already know the answers to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You're not my only girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I ain't tryna be your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We had an understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So then why are you acting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Like you no longer understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't fall in love, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No emotions, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We just having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All I'm gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Baby please don't fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's kinda why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't wanna start this in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Just a physical thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But you lied to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Said it's cool if we do our thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know I never ever lead you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;On that's wrong I change my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why can't we just stay this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3031129520194402033?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3031129520194402033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3031129520194402033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3031129520194402033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3031129520194402033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-weekends.html' title='the long weekends'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3579670580962111510</id><published>2010-02-10T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:26:25.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise to myself that I will update this blog soon.</title><content type='html'>Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.23pm / 12 Feb 2010 : I've updated so much on my &lt;a href="http://mommysrainbowdiary.blogspot.com"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; so dah takde idea. drained. hehe. too bad if you're forced to read stuff that u dont feel the need to know just yet. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya akan menghabiskan 4 hari cuti by doing practically nothing other than eating and snuggling in front of tv. astro better serves me well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3579670580962111510?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3579670580962111510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3579670580962111510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3579670580962111510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3579670580962111510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-promise-to-myself-that-i-will-update.html' title='I promise to myself that I will update this blog soon.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2848668385025814846</id><published>2010-01-14T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:44:53.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merepekerepek'/><title type='text'>Caramel Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S06ggcchqcI/AAAAAAAABOw/Du9WS-c6riY/s1600-h/cadbury-dairy-milk-choco-40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S06ggcchqcI/AAAAAAAABOw/Du9WS-c6riY/s320/cadbury-dairy-milk-choco-40.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426451080280123842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tastes better than Caramello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S06gtj60lII/AAAAAAAABO4/7km2H6FAw24/s1600-h/caramel_frap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S06gtj60lII/AAAAAAAABO4/7km2H6FAw24/s320/caramel_frap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426451305624540290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm craving for Starbucks Caramel Frappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' o...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2848668385025814846?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2848668385025814846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2848668385025814846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2848668385025814846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2848668385025814846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/caramel-attack.html' title='Caramel Attack'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S06ggcchqcI/AAAAAAAABOw/Du9WS-c6riY/s72-c/cadbury-dairy-milk-choco-40.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7902669547569875556</id><published>2010-01-13T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:06:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dan isunya...</title><content type='html'>saya tak pandai mengulas tentang isu berat begini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi baca ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puisitepijalan.blogspot.com/2010/01/syurga-neraka.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://puisitepijalan.blogspot.com/2010/01/syurga-neraka.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7902669547569875556?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7902669547569875556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7902669547569875556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7902669547569875556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7902669547569875556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/saya-tak-pandai-mengulas-tentang-isu.html' title='dan isunya...'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2683647336520474740</id><published>2010-01-11T09:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:32:48.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>saya rindu berkebaya dan berkasut tinggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0p7AoioomI/AAAAAAAABNo/xG5okay-0_4/s1600-h/2624_1113121113474_1390310843_30307925_2450080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0p7AoioomI/AAAAAAAABNo/xG5okay-0_4/s320/2624_1113121113474_1390310843_30307925_2450080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425283951934087778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo taken during BENL Homecoming Dinner 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berat naik lagi 3kg sepanjang bulan lepas. Dah agak dah, sebab bulat semacam je perut ni. Selalu sekilo sebulan. Tak apalah, stretch mark pun layankan jela (walaupun stressed tgk the stretch?) Tapi agak bertuah jugakla sebab perut je naik beria-ia, bahagian lain tak melampau kesannya (since I've never been skinny anyway). Cincin kawin masih dipakai, kaki takde kembang seperti yang pernah dirisaukan. I could still grab the nearest t-shirt without worrying that it won't fit. Phew! Baju-baju kerja dalam kotak dibiarkan dalam kotak, yang mana dalam travel bag besar-besar tu dianne lupakan je dulu. Lambat lagi nak pakai. Tapi tak dapat tipu diri sendiri, rindu sungguh pada kebaya dan kurung moden. Paling rindu nak pakai kasut tinggi. Adeh. Rasanya semua kawan yang pernah datang rumah (atau bilik kolej masa belajar dulu) tahu yang dianne ada banyaaaak kasut. Kalau niat nak beli kasut, sekilas je scan satu kedai, dalam kurang 10 minit mesti dah selamat terbang duit. Kalau tak ada niat, jangan lalu kedai kasut. Mata tu pantas sungguh. Hehe. Sekarang ni asyik ulang tayang 2,3 pasang kasut/sandal yang ada. The ones as flat as possible. Yang seinci pun boleh buat kaki lenguh tau. Haih. Things I do for you, baby!! (mula berperasaan seperti mak-mak yang suka membebel) I can't wait for the confinement period sebab boleh paksa diet :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang rasa tak terkejar hal-hal dalam kepala. Dealing with a scattered heart is not an easy task. Kutip satu-satu hati dan jahit balik? Hm. Berdarah jugakla. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vVW58kKlI/AAAAAAAABNw/gj3I4zgCISA/s1600-h/sewn_heart_poster-p228909402545648536tdcp_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vVW58kKlI/AAAAAAAABNw/gj3I4zgCISA/s320/sewn_heart_poster-p228909402545648536tdcp_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425664765586582098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa? Tak perlu bersoal jawab di sini. Bahagia itu kan subjektif? Tak semua orang boleh faham kebisingan dalam jiwa. No, it has nothing to do with my marriage. Suami saya adalah teman hidup yang sempurna. He always, always makes me laugh. Kadang-kadang rasa bersalah sebab terlalu ditatang, diberikan apa saja yang terdaya. And he asked for so little in return. =) And for the past 6 months, I have him next to me when I close my eyes every night... And when I open my eyes every morning... Apa akan berlaku bila dia berpergian nanti? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0veTjjLBUI/AAAAAAAABN4/dRqe2Mz56Tk/s1600-h/Two-hearts-rose-scented-soap_6584_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0veTjjLBUI/AAAAAAAABN4/dRqe2Mz56Tk/s320/Two-hearts-rose-scented-soap_6584_r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425674603639539010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hati ini beginilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sabtu lepas dianne pergi dua majlis. Satu untuk meraikan masa depan dan satu untuk mengingati kenangan. &lt;a href="http://waniardy.com/blog/"&gt;Wani Ardy&lt;/a&gt; sekarang sudah jadi tunangan orang. Congratulations sweetheart. Baju tunang awak macam baju kawin lah. hehe. Dan hantaran nya sangatlah kool. Tengok ni!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vhZA-UAMI/AAAAAAAABOY/dDNyfdW5Fe8/s1600-h/IMG00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vhZA-UAMI/AAAAAAAABOY/dDNyfdW5Fe8/s320/IMG00188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425677995972231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh namanya Molly (the guitar, I mean - if you're confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vgF7UXozI/AAAAAAAABOI/WnQdLOLbaPw/s1600-h/IMG001911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vgF7UXozI/AAAAAAAABOI/WnQdLOLbaPw/s320/IMG001911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425676568524989234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga jumpa &lt;a href="http://puisitepijalan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kak Fynn&lt;/a&gt; tersayang. Yang sentiasa ada untuk mengetuk kepala - not literally lah. Mungkin tak banyak berkongsi cerita tapi tiap kali rasa serba tak kena, baca saja blog Kak Fynn dan mata akan terbuka. Dan kepala rasa diketuk. Tak tahu kenapa. =) Allah anugerahkan dia dengan ayat-ayat berbisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai mengisi perut (saya menambah nasi dengan tak malu nya dan menggunakan si comel dalam perut sebagai sebab saya kelaparan. haha) hujan pun kembali lebat. Dari Subang ke Gombak ambil masa sejam melalui LDP. Ada kereta terbakar di tengah jalan. Akhirnya tiba di Rebutia setelah tiga kali berpatah balik jalan yang sama mencari papan tanda "besar" yang Nicky katakan. Rupanya papan tanda bukan bertulis &lt;a href="http://www.rebutia.com.my/v3/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;REBUTIA&lt;/a&gt; tapi something else. Eeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vgFvTuXMI/AAAAAAAABOA/aogp-LspuI0/s1600-h/IMG00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vgFvTuXMI/AAAAAAAABOA/aogp-LspuI0/s320/IMG00193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425676565301058754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banner ini ada tiga wajah saya. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari 40 orang mentor baru, hanya 18 yang hadir. Hm. Semangat pun kurang. Solat Asar dan Maghrib di situ, walaupun tak selesa. Kadang-kadang lupa macamana dulu sibuk berkhemah di sana sini, mandi di tandas yang begitu begini. Dan sebetulnya kemudahan asas di kem-kem Malaysia sangat rendah standardnya. Kenapa ya? Tandas mesti kotor, paip mesti rosak. Teringat kem teater di England, bilik mandi bergerak siap dengan bekalan air panas. Tapi kenapa bilik mandi kita yang memang dibina elok dengan simen harus tidak sempurna? Seperti tandas awam secara umumnya, selagi percuma, pasti teruk keadaannya. Mungkin di shopping mall terkemuka berbeza tapi masih ada yang bertenggek di atas tandas duduk. Oh please people.. Grow up. Perlu ada "toilet education" agaknya sebagai salah satu bab dalam mana-mana subjek sekolah rendah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0voCHWqDNI/AAAAAAAABOg/SCOrTihJ6bc/s1600-h/Copy%2520of%2520IMG00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0voCHWqDNI/AAAAAAAABOg/SCOrTihJ6bc/s320/Copy%2520of%2520IMG00058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685299129355474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something I snapped at IKANO's toilet =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tiba-tiba rasa nak makan aiskrim lagi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vgGSxOsII/AAAAAAAABOQ/dB_9f-fw7mY/s1600-h/IMG00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vgGSxOsII/AAAAAAAABOQ/dB_9f-fw7mY/s320/IMG00162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425676574820053122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote :&lt;br /&gt;Please go and watch SHERLOCK HOLMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vtMggcg2I/AAAAAAAABOo/4XvmgW814Mo/s1600-h/sherlock_holmes_movie_postera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0vtMggcg2I/AAAAAAAABOo/4XvmgW814Mo/s320/sherlock_holmes_movie_postera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425690975238128482" 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/5798419259711894634-2683647336520474740?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2683647336520474740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2683647336520474740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2683647336520474740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2683647336520474740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/saya-rindu-berkebaya-dan-berkasut.html' title='saya rindu berkebaya dan berkasut tinggi'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0p7AoioomI/AAAAAAAABNo/xG5okay-0_4/s72-c/2624_1113121113474_1390310843_30307925_2450080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5026193487859987242</id><published>2010-01-09T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:59:05.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kool tak?</title><content type='html'>Tak. Sumpah. Saya tak kool macam awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak berani letak gambar kiss-kiss dalam facebook walaupun dia suami saya (oh mungkin ada gambar masa kawin dulu). Tapi awak selamba walaupun dia cuma tunang awak. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tapi tak boleh ke tunggu kurang sebulan saja lagi? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diulangi, saya tak kool macam awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom.. nom.. nom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak biskut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0p2iHkAA9I/AAAAAAAABNg/dw9kbcD9mAI/s1600-h/chocolate-chip-cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0p2iHkAA9I/AAAAAAAABNg/dw9kbcD9mAI/s320/chocolate-chip-cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425279029638857682" 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/5798419259711894634-5026193487859987242?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/S0p2iHkAA9I/AAAAAAAABNg/dw9kbcD9mAI/s72-c/chocolate-chip-cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1239798769073937712</id><published>2010-01-05T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:55:04.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Engkau Harus Tahu</title><content type='html'>Lagu : Ahmad Helmi&lt;br /&gt;Lirik : Dianne Dayanna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kaki langit aku sembunyi&lt;br /&gt;Dari bintang aku mengejar&lt;br /&gt;Mencari damai hati&lt;br /&gt;Merawat luka jiwa yang pijar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau pasti tahu&lt;br /&gt;Apa maksud aku&lt;br /&gt;Masih tunggu kamu&lt;br /&gt;Di kaki langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sisi awan aku berselimut&lt;br /&gt;Bersama malam buat ku rindu&lt;br /&gt;Badai memaksa aku berpaut&lt;br /&gt;Jalan gelap di depan, kabur kabut kelabu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau pasti tahu&lt;br /&gt;Apa maksud aku&lt;br /&gt;Masih tunggu kamu&lt;br /&gt;Di kaki langit&lt;br /&gt;Engkau harus jujur&lt;br /&gt;Terus terang denganku&lt;br /&gt;Apa layak aku&lt;br /&gt;Ada di sampingmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen &lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/amadmelodyproject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1239798769073937712?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1239798769073937712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5498231523164140048</id><published>2009-12-31T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:26:27.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><title type='text'>last post of the year</title><content type='html'>I went to the dentist again a couple of days ago to do my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scaling_and_root_planing"&gt;scaling treatment&lt;/a&gt;. My gum was bleeding like crazy. Okay, okay. I know it's my fault. I never cared about my gummy before. But it doesnt mean that I'm starting to like going to dentist. Tak jugak. :p Dr Naseem advised me the "correct" way to brush my teeth and hopefully, nothing will go wrong after this. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crown_%28dentistry%29"&gt;crown&lt;/a&gt; will be done after my delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we celebrated our first year anniversary last weekend. Had our anniversary dinner a few days earlier, though. The room was upgraded as usual *wink* this time to the one with a kitchen. I cooked maggi just for the sake of using it. hahaha.. abes tu takkan nak masak kari lak kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Szwsxtnpm3I/AAAAAAAABNY/OkJOnPZZfAg/s1600-h/DSC07206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Szwsxtnpm3I/AAAAAAAABNY/OkJOnPZZfAg/s320/DSC07206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257284018346866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzwsxYpvLCI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZgzaT0x97NI/s1600-h/DSC07216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzwsxYpvLCI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZgzaT0x97NI/s320/DSC07216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257278389955618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my cupcakes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wondermilk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!! *heppi* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted dad to come to KL this weekend but the ticket was so expensive due to the last minute decision so Mom asked me to save the money for the baby. Didn't stop me to try to persuade Mom to sponsor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;ticket back to KB instead though. Hahaha. I know I might be stopped at the departure gate since I'm now in my 30th week of pregnancy.. but still....... *degil* I missed home!! I can't wait to spend the whole two months there. BUT before that kena deliver this lil one dulu kan.. oh sangat ngeri. Erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm taking leave this Monday!!! hoho. Awal tahun dah kecoh nak cuti. I don't feel like being in the office when everyone came in after a long holiday. Tanak tanak. Nanti jadi emo. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone! May 2010 brings more happiness, better health and awesome experiences, Insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xOxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-5498231523164140048?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5498231523164140048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=5498231523164140048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5498231523164140048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5498231523164140048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-of-year.html' title='last post of the year'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Szwsxtnpm3I/AAAAAAAABNY/OkJOnPZZfAg/s72-c/DSC07206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3186087749259927968</id><published>2009-12-31T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:54:52.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies I've (not) watched throughout 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;MAUT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;TIREN&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;INKHEART&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;BEDTIME STORIES&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;BRIDE WARS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;VALKYRIE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SEVEN POUNDS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGELING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;GENG&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE READER&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;TAKEN&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;TALENTIME&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;FAST AND FURIOUS 4&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEENS OF LANGKASUKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;KNOWING&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;XMEN ORIGINS : WOLVERINE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;STAR TREK&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ANGELS AND DEMONS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;TERMINATOR: SALVATION&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;17 AGAIN&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE PROPOSAL&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;G.I.JOE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SETEM&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE UGLY TRUTH&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SURROGATES&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PAPPADOM&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PISAU CUKUR&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE TWILIGHT SAGA : THE NEW MOON&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2012&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;NINJA ASSASSIN&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HAPPENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;MUALLAF&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ALVIN &amp;amp; THE CHIPMUNK 2 : THE SQUEAKUEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3186087749259927968?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3186087749259927968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3186087749259927968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3186087749259927968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3186087749259927968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/movies-ive-not-watched-throughout-2009.html' title='Movies I&apos;ve (not) watched throughout 2009'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2112956182096049209</id><published>2009-12-30T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:00:32.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>I was bored so I googled the word "bored".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzrMAL5RIoI/AAAAAAAABNI/sD9ntraRqv8/s1600-h/bored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzrMAL5RIoI/AAAAAAAABNI/sD9ntraRqv8/s320/bored.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420869405058867842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked &lt;a href="http://www.boredatwork.com/"&gt;this one. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2112956182096049209?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2112956182096049209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2112956182096049209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2112956182096049209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2112956182096049209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzrMAL5RIoI/AAAAAAAABNI/sD9ntraRqv8/s72-c/bored.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3404824022552839138</id><published>2009-12-24T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:19:14.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK &amp; WHITE PHOTO CONTEST</title><content type='html'>Saya terpengaruh dengan &lt;a href="http://amadexist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amad Emi&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://iamsapphire.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nielam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzMxB6E4kNI/AAAAAAAABMk/j9UjSrfvvSc/s1600-h/contestlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzMxB6E4kNI/AAAAAAAABMk/j9UjSrfvvSc/s320/contestlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418728685496209618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzMxBX7eAdI/AAAAAAAABMc/xhqL-b0lqYU/s1600-h/nsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzMxBX7eAdI/AAAAAAAABMc/xhqL-b0lqYU/s320/nsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418728676329914834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crosby Beach, Liverpoool, UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contest by &lt;a href="http://thecamerajunkie.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-white-photography-contest.html"&gt;Ms. Ezzan&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3404824022552839138?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3404824022552839138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3404824022552839138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3404824022552839138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3404824022552839138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-white-photo-contest.html' title='BLACK &amp; WHITE PHOTO CONTEST'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzMxB6E4kNI/AAAAAAAABMk/j9UjSrfvvSc/s72-c/contestlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3743313128105003801</id><published>2009-12-24T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:27:25.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>it's the end of the year......</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's the end of the year 2009. This year saw me grew up. This year saw me haven't yet moved on from &lt;span&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;things... This year saw me being a wife and on the road to be a mother. This year saw me did some crazy things. But being me, I never regret it (as long as I don't make my parents cry). This year saw me fell in love for a thousand times. This year saw me working so hard. This year also saw me crying too much. This year saw me spent my money like uh.. drinking water. This year saw me being a bitch. This year saw me being an angel. This year saw me being selfish. This year saw me put my life at stake for someone I truly love. This year saw me as a leader. This year made me learn so much. This year I made my dad proud. This year I made my mom less worried. This year my brother learned the big secret we've been keeping. This year I made both my grandmothers happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year saw me watched 37 movies (to-date) - an average of 3 movies per month. Not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year saw me listening to Sinar.fm each morning instead of hitz.fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year saw me driving to new places that I never knew existed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st anniversary is coming up this Saturday. We had a nice dinner at Legend Hotel on Tuesday night, courtesy of Fida from Sales &amp;amp; Marketing. But I actually forgot to take ONE picture of us. huhu. What I snapped was a photo of the yummy desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzGkDG92EPI/AAAAAAAABL8/kGjcwlBspzc/s1600-h/Dinner+at+legend.+Desserttttttsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzGkDG92EPI/AAAAAAAABL8/kGjcwlBspzc/s320/Dinner+at+legend.+Desserttttttsss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418292200019988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was in such a lousy mood yesterday, I bought something online to cheer me up. Guess what? I bought Pos Malaysia personalised stamps. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzGkjBRmniI/AAAAAAAABME/tI-VjgDsZdk/s1600-h/setem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzGkjBRmniI/AAAAAAAABME/tI-VjgDsZdk/s320/setem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418292748248063522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do your own! Click &lt;a href="http://www.pos.com.my/V1/main2.asp?c=/v1/philately/personalised/individual/setemku.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Week :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Russian Roulette by Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take a breathe, take a deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Calm yourself, he says to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If you play, you play for keeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take the gun and count to three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're sweating now, moving slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No time to think, my turn to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And you can see my heart.. beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know that I must pass this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So just pull the trigger.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Say a prayer to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He says close your eyes, sometimes it helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And then I get a scary thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That he's here, means he's never lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And you can see my heart.. beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know that I must pass this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So just pull the trigger.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As my life flashes before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm wondering if I will ever see another sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So many won't get the chance to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But it's to late to think of the value of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And you can see my heart.. beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know that I must pass this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So just pull the trigger.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzGkDG92EPI/AAAAAAAABL8/kGjcwlBspzc/s72-c/Dinner+at+legend.+Desserttttttsss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-654542941872562130</id><published>2009-12-23T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:52:33.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>merepek (ii)</title><content type='html'>sudah petang. lima minit lagi saya boleh pulang. niat berkemas saya lupakan. esok saya mulakan pagi-pagi ya. selain bekerja sepanjang hari (dengan minda yang kurang fokus), saya hasilkan sesuatu untuk keselesaan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzHnK0Wq6RI/AAAAAAAABMM/u9nv3iDO0DU/s1600-h/IMG00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzHnK0Wq6RI/AAAAAAAABMM/u9nv3iDO0DU/s320/IMG00167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418365999741856018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kotak berisi suratkhabar saya balut dengan pembalut hadiah yang cantik. untuk apa? as you can see, untuk melapik kaki. badan makin berat, kaki mudah lenguh.. jadi ini hasilnya. saya juga tukar ringtone hp kepada lagu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucu. hati ini makin ingat saban hari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-654542941872562130?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/654542941872562130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=654542941872562130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/654542941872562130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/654542941872562130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/merepek-ii.html' title='merepek (ii)'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SzHnK0Wq6RI/AAAAAAAABMM/u9nv3iDO0DU/s72-c/IMG00167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7484605388690498129</id><published>2009-12-23T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:37:23.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>merepek</title><content type='html'>saya tak sihat. saya asyik fikir macam-macam. saya rasa awkward sebab semua orang tak tahu apa yang dalam hati saya. orang nampak saya ok je. sebenarnya saya penat sedih. tapi saya happy jugak. saya separuh-separuh. saya tak tahu mana yang tak kena. tapi saya mungkin boleh teka. saya perlukan rasa tenang. saya perlukan security. tapi saya memang ada security. saya dijaga. kenapa pulak saya rasa sibuk nak menjaga? saya nak jadi in control tapi bukan nak control orang. saya mudah menangis. saya rindu. saya merepek rindukan mama. padahal baru saja jumpa. kalau ikut hati saya nak terbang balik hari ni juga. tapi saya dah tak ada cuti. saya nak balik kota bharu dan duduk diam-diam. saya perlukan attention. tapi saya memang diberi attention. oh. tengok. saya dah menangis lagi. saya tanak baby saya turut sedih but i seriously can't help it. mungkin saya patut habiskan masa untuk mengemas meja hari ini. saya kena move on dari emosi ini. sekian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7484605388690498129?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7484605388690498129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7484605388690498129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7484605388690498129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7484605388690498129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/merepek.html' title='merepek'/><author><name>her royal 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Thanks.</title><content type='html'>It's 11.29 pm, I'm all alone in front of my silent TV while my husband is sleeping inside our room and my mom, aunt and grandma are sleeping inside the other room. I wish I could write something decent but everything inside my mind is jumbled up and I couldn't concentrate the whole day. I kept asking hubby silly questions (though I KNOW for sure that he didn't even notice it) and I wish I could have one long pointless conversation with Eein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things happened for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's really a great thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's better this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, how else do you think it's gonna end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I've had those sentence said to me by Eein, Add and Kunor, countless time. But I want to hear it again. I want them to poke inside my head and squeeze the sense out of me. Again. Because I don't feel like I am awake. I'm still floating... Still imagining things.. and worst of all, still HOPING for SOMETHING which I have no freakin' idea WHAT. If only we have those DELETE button inside our mind and our heart. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8345947298759167902?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8345947298759167902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8345947298759167902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8345947298759167902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8345947298759167902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-pointless-conversation-please.html' title='One Pointless Conversation, please? Thanks.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1029067048287020153</id><published>2009-12-09T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:57:31.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan tegur</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Twilight last night. Pretty awesome. Not much of a vampire story, really. I think it's just another chic flick. And it's really funny to watch Bella being trapped between a vampire and a warewolf's love. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie wasn't enough to stop my emotional breakdown. Which actually continued the whole night during my sleep (in which I had a nightmare). And continued this morning, where I cried and cried without reason (okay, there IS a reason I guess but I'm not telling). Hopefully it just doesn't go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku mahu hilang bersama konsentrasi yg hilang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mahu pergi dari kecamuk akal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mahu tenggelam memandang langit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mahu lari di sisi permata, biar terpijak segala kaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mahu diam terpencil berdua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dan berairmata semahu-mahunya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;- taken from my &lt;a href="http://the-aeternitas.blogspot.com"&gt;poetry blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1029067048287020153?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1029067048287020153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1029067048287020153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1029067048287020153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1029067048287020153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/jangan-tegur.html' title='jangan tegur'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6608712398602330571</id><published>2009-12-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:27:31.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>Lazybum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khatimah Cinta by 6ixth Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh tidur malam nyanyikan lagu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rindu hatiku yang terpanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh bintang malam lukis wajahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katakan aku pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genggamlah cinta yang ku berikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simpanlah slalu dalam hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ku akan slalu dalam mimpimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menemani tidurmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sudahlah sudah ku harus pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan kau tangisi aku lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biarku bawa sluruh cintamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ku dakap dalam tidur panjangku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peluk tubuhku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kecup keningku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relakan saja aku pergi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's one of those days.. I'm being lazy, feeling so tired, both my legs hurt, I couldn't concentrate on anything (except Cafe World on my fb. Haha). Despite the good meeting I had in the office this morning, the whole evening were spent being exhausted for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in to our new condo last night. Well, sort of. We packed a few luggage, brought the pillows and thin matresses and a few other stuff to sleep over. My mother in law said it was a "good" day to move, I didn't bother to question why. I'm just tired. And now, we're back at the old place. I need my bed, the back pain is worse at night. We need the tv anyway. The Astro guys will come tomorrow to dismantle and reinstall the whole set. Friends will come over Sunday noon to help us to carry out the heavy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6608712398602330571?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6608712398602330571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6608712398602330571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6608712398602330571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6608712398602330571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/lazybum.html' title='Lazybum!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8055403620716602560</id><published>2009-11-30T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:19:21.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><title type='text'>roller-coaster ride</title><content type='html'>I tripped over a stand-fan wire and fell flat on my face... broke 3 teeth.. TIGA, okay. Bukan tercabut, patah dua. And it will take ONE WHOLE MONTH to fully fix it..... &lt;a href="http://mommysrainbowdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;(for more click HERE)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All schedule as below went on smoothly up until 15 Nov. The morning of the 16th, I fell and therefore, received 2 days medical leave. Blessings in disguise as I didn't have to go to work and&lt;br /&gt;could spent the time with my parents (well, at the hospital. hehe) and sent mama to pick up her robes. We checked-in into Legend Hotel in the evening, the deluxe room I booked was upgraded to executive suite (thanks to the corporate rate. syhhh ;-p) and both my aunties plus my grandma could stay in the room with my parents and lil brother. I went home with Said, only aiming for the nice breakfast buffet the next morning. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxcz2U4qcxI/AAAAAAAABC8/F7v9_HK5vs4/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxcz2U4qcxI/AAAAAAAABC8/F7v9_HK5vs4/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410850485721264914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bachelor of Information Technology and Management with Honours (1st Class)&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Mama. I'm so proud of you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were in a hurry during the Convo Day. So no yummy breakfast for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. MERCY dinner went well. Not as grand as last couple of years (I didn't attend last year cuz Said were overseas) but it was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxcz10EYnfI/AAAAAAAABC0/XZGJJPlJUzs/s1600-h/DSC07074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxcz10EYnfI/AAAAAAAABC0/XZGJJPlJUzs/s320/DSC07074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410850476912057842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Tan Sri Dr. Jemilah, MERCY's ex president.&lt;br /&gt;She was giving advice to Said while taking this picture. huhu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought mama to watch Pisau Cukur with Eein, Maha and her mom. Okay la. Funny and entertaining. The weekend after I had to organise a bowling tournament for my Kelab Sukan. I didn't take ANY pictures of me. Haha. Punyalah depressed sebab patah gigi, takde mood langsung nak bergambar. Having said that, obviously I had to miss my scheduled photoshoot with Anna. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived through massive traffic during Raya. Took us 8 hours to reach Penang from KL and 10 hours to return to KL (we dropped by Ipoh for Ehsan's wedding and Tanjung Malim to send my sister in law but still....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxc5eT3mjDI/AAAAAAAABDM/LDCOmfJLDss/s1600-h/IMG00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxc5eT3mjDI/AAAAAAAABDM/LDCOmfJLDss/s320/IMG00107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410856670201285682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gambar yang agak ngeri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY MOHAMMAD SAID ALHUDZARI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my dear hubby, my baby.. daddy to my lil one. =) Semoga dipanjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki selalu. Love you beyond words. Thank you for taking care of me like a queen (I seriously mean it. haha) and thank you for all your patience and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxc767LWQvI/AAAAAAAABDU/1bMEJNpMuKs/s1600-h/x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxc767LWQvI/AAAAAAAABDU/1bMEJNpMuKs/s320/x.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410859360812679922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxc5d_7cJOI/AAAAAAAABDE/KluQ7oKh8TY/s1600-h/IMG001251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxc5d_7cJOI/AAAAAAAABDE/KluQ7oKh8TY/s320/IMG001251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410856664848671970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sekian~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8055403620716602560?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8055403620716602560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8055403620716602560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8055403620716602560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8055403620716602560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='roller-coaster ride'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sxcz2U4qcxI/AAAAAAAABC8/F7v9_HK5vs4/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6266572497559949106</id><published>2009-11-23T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:33:10.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure intentions and outrage (II)</title><content type='html'>I have so many drama and incidents and events happening around me now. But I'm only in the mood to comment on &lt;a href="http://amadexist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emi's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Do read his blog first before you read the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;You just can't let it go will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person is not interested in you anymore, cry your heart out and LET GO. It doesn't help to stalk them, it doesn't help to beg them to come back, it doesn't help to write supersad status on your facebook.. They don't love you anymore! Have some dignity and walk away. Seriously. A friend of mine were asking about how to break up with his girlfriend just a few days back. The gf sent him crazy notes, suicidal texts and threatening emails just to get him back. Okay, so you got him scared and now he's back with you. Will you be happy? Knowing that he HATES you, but only stays with you because he's SCARED that you might be all loony and kill yourself? Pathetic, okay. And I remember this girl, who found me at my college room, trying to stop me for being with his ex-boyfriend because she wanted him back when he clearly told me to ignore her because he DIDNT want her back... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;People do whine about their lives but everything got their limits no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, have a limit. You have 500 people on your facebook, receiving updates on your status. If you have something private to whine about, talk to your bestfriends. They'd understand. Send messages, emails whatever. But you dont need to parade your NEED to buy this Louis Vuitton handbag so badly - and your mom wouldn't let you. Unless your father is the Sultan of Brunei, chances are, you don't have enough money for EVERYTHING. Big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;Well you had a fight with your significant other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you're sooooo damn in love? Fine, whatever. This goes with #2 above. Have a limit. It annoys people. ESPECIALLY when you've only been going out for like, 5 months and you're 21 years old. Getting married anytime soon? Unlikely. So spare us the eyesore. One more thing, DO NOT upload holiday pictures with your significant other, with you wearing bikinis AND THEN complaint how people talk behind your back. Or put up some nasty status, saying that you hate all these bitches for not being a TRUE friend. Come on... Get real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada idea lagi kemudian. Off for now. Like Emi said, if you don't agree.. ini blog saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6266572497559949106?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6266572497559949106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6266572497559949106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6266572497559949106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6266572497559949106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/pure-intentions-and-outrage-ii.html' title='Pure intentions and outrage (II)'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7459091607271987294</id><published>2009-11-10T12:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:28:03.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan2'/><title type='text'>;-)</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, my darling Kak Epi* safely delivered a 2.9kg baby boy yesterday at 7.30pm... Yet to be named. I'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvtkR1z4IKI/AAAAAAAABCE/Rr0ymRPPpOo/s1600-h/cid_IMG00546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvtkR1z4IKI/AAAAAAAABCE/Rr0ymRPPpOo/s320/cid_IMG00546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022435626262690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Kak Epi is my senior colleague, we got closer throughout my one year of working with Fiberail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a beautiful birthday week. The first celebration with my colleagues was a bit early for we were worried that Kak Epi would deliver her baby earlier. Tapi tak pun, she delivered exactly on her due date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSkf0kaI/AAAAAAAABBE/sWuYH5pPIHI/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSkf0kaI/AAAAAAAABBE/sWuYH5pPIHI/s320/IMG00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305566577299874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dianne, Kak Su and Kak Ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSwqrsoI/AAAAAAAABBM/Ses-H6SUuN4/s1600-h/IMG00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSwqrsoI/AAAAAAAABBM/Ses-H6SUuN4/s320/IMG00010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305569844081282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kak Naz and Kak Liza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went to watch The Time Traveller's Wife with hubby after a nice dinner at Spice of India, The Gardens. The movie was great, just don't think too much about it being logical. It was inspiring and romantic and sweet and sad... hmm... I haven't read the book and after reading a few reviews, it is said that the movie doesn't include things from Clare's perspective as the book does. Maybe I should buy the book, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjoGAlWdMI/AAAAAAAABB0/YGL4C0mCyQw/s1600-h/time_travelers_wife-758384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjoGAlWdMI/AAAAAAAABB0/YGL4C0mCyQw/s320/time_travelers_wife-758384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402322942964430018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Svjenhk8k9I/AAAAAAAABBc/AcXg1WP8Mr0/s1600-h/IMG00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Svjenhk8k9I/AAAAAAAABBc/AcXg1WP8Mr0/s320/IMG00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402312523640509394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one day left from my annual leave. Yikes! Actually dah takde, sebab baru je apply to use it for my mom's graduation next week. She'll be receiving her Bachelor Degree in Information Technology &amp;amp; Management from Open University, with CGPA 3.71. Yeah.. my mom the talented superwoman.. Being an accountant with a busy schedule, she managed to study while working and attending meetings and being this and that. :p This year dia minat menjahit bunga2 kat tudung plak, pastu skarang jahit baju for herself and me plak.. I can't compete! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYR3skajI/AAAAAAAABAs/uBjSf2YOlug/s1600-h/DSC06888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYR3skajI/AAAAAAAABAs/uBjSf2YOlug/s320/DSC06888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305554551171634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I went for a short holiday after spending a couple of days at his kampung. We didn't go far, just PD. And we didn't do much, just spent our time inside the lovely room watching TV while eating. Bercuti kan, bayar bilik mahal2 duduk kat bilik je la. Hehe. Actually there were not much to see anyway, and the plan is just to be away from home. We love the room, the breakfast, the swimming pool with jacuzzi (yes I went swimming with my bulging tummy. :p) It wasn't perfect (it was raining for hours on the second day) but it was great that we got to spend some quiet time together. Check out the website &lt;a href="http://www.legendwaterchalets.com.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But bear in mind that the water only looks blue in the morning during the high tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSF4mUMI/AAAAAAAABA0/dsbsH2_g8ic/s1600-h/DSC06901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSF4mUMI/AAAAAAAABA0/dsbsH2_g8ic/s320/DSC06901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305558359724226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSaMNKhI/AAAAAAAABA8/sLSJngu4_qw/s1600-h/DSC06930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjYSaMNKhI/AAAAAAAABA8/sLSJngu4_qw/s320/DSC06930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305563810671122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the waterchalets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjenTFfzYI/AAAAAAAABBU/IxRBsMtjCYs/s1600-h/DSC06914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjenTFfzYI/AAAAAAAABBU/IxRBsMtjCYs/s320/DSC06914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402312519750503810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked nasi ayam (and I forgot to snap a picture of it. hehe) last Saturday for several friends who came over to celebrate my birthday and &lt;a href="http://faridcheeky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sofeah &lt;/a&gt;(she turned 1 yr old on 30th Oct). We watched the football match between Kelantan and N9 while eating and though I don't feel like commenting, since I'm not a fan, but Kelantan fans should be ashamed of what they did that night. What's the point of burning the stadium? Chill lah. Wat malu orang Kelantan okay.. Kesian kat the players. Half-way dah takde support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjeoNsREEI/AAAAAAAABBs/xqWvDZ5WPsU/s1600-h/DSC06998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvjeoNsREEI/AAAAAAAABBs/xqWvDZ5WPsU/s320/DSC06998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402312535482372162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicky dalam percubaan menjadi ayah.. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More birthday celebration after this? Maybe... Hm. Ending this post with my November schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11 Nov - Medical Leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 am Spine Clinic @ UMMC&lt;br /&gt;9.00 am Gynae @ UMMC&lt;br /&gt;2.30 pm Detail ultrasound scan @ Kelana Jaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pm MERCY Annual Dinner @ KL Hilton&lt;br /&gt;11 pm Mama, Boy and CikLong’s arrival from KB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 am – 1 pm&lt;br /&gt;Kelab Sukan Fiberail : Lawatan ke Rumah Anak2 Yatim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15 Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shopping with Mama. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;and maybe watch &lt;a href="http://www.pisaucukur.com.my/"&gt;Pisau Cukur &lt;/a&gt;with Maha and several others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16 Nov &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pm Abah, Mek and Auntie’s arrival from KB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama has to pick up her robes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Abah &amp;amp; Mama check in to Legend Hotel, KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama’s Convo @ PWTC&lt;br /&gt;KSF : Chess Tournament (not attending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 pm KSF : Carrom Tournament&lt;br /&gt;9.30 pm LCCT / Family back to KB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 pm KSF : Congkak Tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am – 1 pm&lt;br /&gt;KSF : Bowling Tournament @ PinJunction, Cineleisure Damansara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 pm Maternity Photoshoot with &lt;a href="http://sueannajoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue Anna Joe&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://theexcitedmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue Anna Joe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26 – 28 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidil Adha @ Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HUBBY'S 25th BIRTHDAY! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7459091607271987294?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7459091607271987294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7459091607271987294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7459091607271987294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7459091607271987294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=';-)'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SvtkR1z4IKI/AAAAAAAABCE/Rr0ymRPPpOo/s72-c/cid_IMG00546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5301880442790652413</id><published>2009-10-31T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:23:18.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuutJcRQS_I/AAAAAAAABAk/wT_X2ZhuuKw/s1600-h/IMG00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuutJcRQS_I/AAAAAAAABAk/wT_X2ZhuuKw/s320/IMG00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398598956052663282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my first birthday cake this year, secret recipe's chocolate cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... more celebration to come. Haha. Thanks for the wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-5301880442790652413?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5301880442790652413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=5301880442790652413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5301880442790652413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5301880442790652413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-25th-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuutJcRQS_I/AAAAAAAABAk/wT_X2ZhuuKw/s72-c/IMG00014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7882991219791582651</id><published>2009-10-28T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:31:25.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innerthots'/><title type='text'>memujuk diri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan kau bimbang sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di mana ku berada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan siapa ku bersama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan bimbang ku tetap kau yang punya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa bermuram durja, sayang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7882991219791582651?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7882991219791582651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7882991219791582651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7882991219791582651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7882991219791582651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/memujuk-diri.html' title='memujuk diri'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-4000578723468689728</id><published>2009-10-27T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:29:51.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discussion'/><title type='text'>Moving On...</title><content type='html'>What is the biggest reason for people not wanting to move on with their lives? I'd say the fear. We’re all worried about the changes, the uncertainty, the failure, the insecurity - all the negatives waiting ahead. But what about the positives? The WHAT Ifs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Zul for example (bukan nama sebenar) - when he was with Annie, he took her for granted. He broke up with her, saying he needs to move on with his lives. He needs to find more money. He wants a girl who can be with him, who are on the same level with him (he was still pursuing his degree while Annie was already working as an engineer). Annie couldn't care less about the so-called status. She loved him for who he was. But whatever lah kan. so they broke up. A month later he called her, wanting her back. 6 months later, he is still calling and texting. Even said that it is his "right" to call and txt, Annie's right is not to answer or reply. Whatthehell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words : MOVE ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so pathetic. You made the wrong choice, learn to live with it. There's no turning back. Sometimes you'll get back what you want, but if you don't.. Then forget it. Mula-mula orang akan layan, lepas tu kesian, lepas tu menyampah, lepas tu benci… Dah spoil the whole relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he moves on, and found the right girl? Kan dah membazir masa pursuing someone who doesn’t want him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be able to differentiate and predict your future. If Annie gives him a slight hint of possibility of getting back together, then maybe it’s worth the trouble. But when a person actually moving on way beyond your own ability, let them go. You’re just a speck of dust in her memory, Zul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie on the other hand had real friends around her and supportive family. Instead of longing for the past, she applied for a scholarship, got accepted, left her job and will start her masters programme nx month. Leaving Zul (and this other stupid guy - but that's another story) with their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she didn’t apply for that scholarship? What if she didn’t take the challenge? She’d still be working with the same company that she doesn’t like but stayed on because she wouldn’t have a choice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Farid. He has all the time in the world, young and liked by everyone.. Unmarried.. Good at his job. But that's it. He refused to search for more. Living without a goal, nothing to bring him further. Lost without spirit to succeed or do better. Is he comfortable with his job? Yes. Does he wants to do this for the rest of his lives? No. Then what? He doesn't want to think about it. He refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he’s willing to venture into the uncertainty? He could’ve further his studies, he could’ve work someplace else and make more money. And be more happy. Instead, all he could think about is going back to his root – his hometown where he would be all safe and sound in the comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Shikin. 36. Unmarried. Flirtatious. Have a good job. In love with someone else's husband. Plan to move on? None. He left her (as expected) and she became all emotional at work, refusing to focus and making the boss pissed. Nothing is gained, really. If only she channeled that flirty effort towards someone single. If only she’s strong enough to make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Nadia. Has everything going great for her – loving husband, great job, family and friends. But she still wants what she couldn’t have. Greedy. She wants to move on but kept postponing the actual action. Moving on would solve a hell lot of problems and possible problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Amir. Rich guy. Mommy's boy. No degree. No job. No real talent. Stuck at home. Has an awesome girlfriend who will soon become an accountant. No intention to move on AT ALL. He wants to be where he is forever in the safe zone without having to think about real problems in real world. If only someone would crack his skull and smash his brain to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're stuck at one level without any changes or improvement for the better, we need to do something. Don't let more than two years passed by without you achieving anything. Having a job is not an achievement - being happy doing it, is. Why? Because you'll get paid every month and you'll used up all the money for food and clothes and your car. If you're not happy about it than what else is there to hold you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get married if you want to. And don’t if you’re not ready. Do not get married if you think it’s all gonna be all rainbows and flowers and colours. NO WAY. Get ready to share and care and put love above everything else. There’s no room for selfishness. Understand the real meaning of GIVE and TAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm surrounded by level-headed people. My good friends are the greatest. They know when to move on. They know their limit and when the time is running out. And these people kept me grounded, kept me thinking.. Their decisions with their lives reminds me of what I have to do to keep on going, to stop myself from being bored and stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people. You’re awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-4000578723468689728?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4000578723468689728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=4000578723468689728' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4000578723468689728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4000578723468689728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-on.html' title='Moving On...'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2950199544918607810</id><published>2009-10-22T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:30:00.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Untitled by Maliq &amp; D'Essentials</title><content type='html'>ketika, kurasakan sudah&lt;br /&gt;ada ruang di hatiku yang kau sentuh&lt;br /&gt;dan ketika, ku sadari sudah&lt;br /&gt;tak selalu indah cinta yang ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin memang, ku yang harus mengerti&lt;br /&gt;bila ku bukan yang ingin kau miliki&lt;br /&gt;salahkah ku bila&lt;br /&gt;kau lah yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku singgah di hatimu, mungkinkah kau rindukan adaku&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku sedikit di hatimu&lt;br /&gt;bila kah ku mengganggu harimu, mungkin kau tak inginkan adaku&lt;br /&gt;akankah ku sedikit di hatimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila memang, ku yang harus mengerti&lt;br /&gt;mengapa cintamu tak dapat ku miliki&lt;br /&gt;salahkah ku bila&lt;br /&gt;kau lah yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau yang ada, di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila cinta kita tak kan tercipta&lt;br /&gt;ku hanya sekedar ingin tuk mengerti&lt;br /&gt;adakah diriku, oh singgah di hatimu&lt;br /&gt;dan bilakah kau tau, kau yang ada, di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau yang ada, di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku, di hatimu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2950199544918607810?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2950199544918607810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2950199544918607810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2950199544918607810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2950199544918607810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled-by-maliq-dessentials.html' title='Untitled by Maliq &amp; D&apos;Essentials'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8786621560018191656</id><published>2009-10-20T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:50:22.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><title type='text'>a decent post</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I did it again. After revamping my blog, I stopped writing proper blogs. Ampun. Kesibukan mengatasi segalanya. Eceh. Macam aku sorang jek yang sibuk eh. :) But seriously, time puasa dengan raya tu sangat-sangat sibuk. I had events after events to look after. And endless list of to-do things. Lepas habis open-house company baru boleh bernafas. Dan sesungguhnya sepanjang minggu lepas, saya telah memperlahankan kelajuan otak dan tenaga. More focus on my getting-bigger-by-minute tummy, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I'm 5 months pregnant. A secret that is not a secret anymore. It was my intention to keep it low. Tak baik bermegah-megah, kalau jadi apa-apa kat baby nanti mesti saiko sebab dah over-excited. Jadi semoga kandungan ini dilindungi Allah, dan sihat selamat sehingga dilahirkan. Ameen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxA5qphrTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/n-fy8WNafaI/s1600-h/1-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxA5qphrTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/n-fy8WNafaI/s320/1-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394257813128195378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left : 6 months ago... Right : now... hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have no intention to write about my pregnancy in this blog. Therefore I have opened &lt;a href="http://mommysrainbowdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;one special blog&lt;/a&gt; for all notes and information about my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... walaupun dah agak terlambat, let's talk about my puasa and raya. :) Masa kecik2 dulu abah (he worked for Bank Bumiputra/Bumiputra-Commerce/CIMB) selalu dapat hampers masa raya atau Chinese New Year. best ooo dapat hamper. ada macam2 snacks and chocolates. tapi dulu punya macam kat supermarket tu la. mana ada macam sekarang, grand habis. So this year, since I'm the Corp Comm rep, I received a few hampers / cookies boxes. The nicest one was from Legend Hotel. I was super excited! haha. FIRST TIME okay.. jakun. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxBukKtVyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KAID_L-qVbw/s1600-h/IMG01221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxBukKtVyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KAID_L-qVbw/s320/IMG01221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394258721921390370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from Legend Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnbR599kI/AAAAAAAAA_c/D80Ev22Ccio/s1600-h/IMG01238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnbR599kI/AAAAAAAAA_c/D80Ev22Ccio/s320/IMG01238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395637178183054914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from cookies supplier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnazwq9oI/AAAAAAAAA_M/QVFBF8h2Do4/s1600-h/IMG01245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnazwq9oI/AAAAAAAAA_M/QVFBF8h2Do4/s320/IMG01245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395637170090997378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnbLQuCGI/AAAAAAAAA_U/oKps0u7Y1D4/s1600-h/IMG01244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnbLQuCGI/AAAAAAAAA_U/oKps0u7Y1D4/s320/IMG01244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395637176399431778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from PJ Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The biggest task I had to do during Ramadhan were choosing Hari Raya card and angpow packet designs and raya gift for customers. Sounds easy? It wasn't, seriously. Lemme list down the stages I had to go through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. find a few suppliers (call/email)&lt;br /&gt;2. ask them to send samples (a few days)&lt;br /&gt;3. prepare comparison chart between suppliers for the boss (include price, quantity, artwork, delivery dates etc)&lt;br /&gt;4. wait to see the big boss for approval on samples&lt;br /&gt;5. prepare proposal and budget&lt;br /&gt;6. wait for approval of proposal&lt;br /&gt;7. make order&lt;br /&gt;8. confirming the artwork&lt;br /&gt;8. make requisition for cheque with logistics dept (include invoice)&lt;br /&gt;9. package delivery&lt;br /&gt;10. send delivery order for approval with logistics dept for preparation of cheque with finance dept.&lt;br /&gt;11. email out to all staff to collect their kad raya/angpow/kuih raya. print list of name for them to sign upon acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;12. literally EVERYONE will drop by at my lil cubicle to collect everything (lasted for one whole week).&lt;br /&gt;13. prepare 18 different boxes with different quantity of kad raya/angpow/kuih raya to be sent to all regional offices all over Malaysia, don't forget to wrap it! and stick the PosLaju form on it.&lt;br /&gt;14.  DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnbxAEvkI/AAAAAAAAA_k/xz6fZDH3EPc/s1600-h/IMG01241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SuEnbxAEvkI/AAAAAAAAA_k/xz6fZDH3EPc/s320/IMG01241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395637186530164290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boxes ready to be sent to regional offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, next is the preparation for Raya Gathering for 600 customers and staff. Of course, the list of to-do things is way longer...... no, takdela satu kerja dianne nk tulis kat sini suh korang tengok kan.. my point is.. I don't sit around the office doing nothing okay. some people ingat mentang2 I'm not in Finance or Engineering, kerja dianne mudah gila la. excuse me ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that... so what if I spend a couple of minutes on facebook once in awhile just to ease the pain in my brain?? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxCFxpjt4I/AAAAAAAAA-U/pq7RTbEyiY4/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxCFxpjt4I/AAAAAAAAA-U/pq7RTbEyiY4/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394259120677435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our company's Raya Gathering at Bukit Kiara Equestrian &amp;amp; Country Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my raya in Kelantan, Johor, Penang and Kedah. Met both sides of the family. Travelled around Malaysia! Adeh penat... Once a year okay la. Don't think we'll do it again next year though. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/St17raT5_4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/iSZK0UJqDQo/s1600-h/DSC06650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/St17raT5_4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/iSZK0UJqDQo/s320/DSC06650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394603914387128194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to KL, we "opened" our house to friends and colleagues. Masak la serba sedikit. But Said wasn't around during the "peak hours"... orang tengah datang ramai2 tu bley plak dia gi ofis sb ada meeting due to Padang earthquake. Haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/St17q1oT4-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/RrnUuV5X0go/s1600-h/DSC06718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/St17q1oT4-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/RrnUuV5X0go/s320/DSC06718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394603904540599266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/St17qCXiudI/AAAAAAAAA-0/midTo29jYyY/s1600-h/DSC06715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/St17qCXiudI/AAAAAAAAA-0/midTo29jYyY/s320/DSC06715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394603890780060114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyah graduated last week. The last one among us. She's now officially Dr. Nor Amirah. Yay! I have 24/7 free consultation. Jangan jealous aa.. :) p/s : IIUM is the coolest. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxCfozp5BI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tdZQikCSoD8/s1600-h/IMG01372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxCfozp5BI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tdZQikCSoD8/s320/IMG01372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394259564980462610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my closest cousin, Fie's wedding. Went back to my hometown to attend the ceremony last Saturday. Everything went well, alhamdulillah... Lepas ni Petronas nak kuarkan circular pasal takley kawen sesama staff pun.. diorang dah selamat. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxCqQZX47I/AAAAAAAAA-k/aLncDUHEjuY/s1600-h/x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxCqQZX47I/AAAAAAAAA-k/aLncDUHEjuY/s320/x2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394259747406341042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final note. I've been rejecting a lot of people's friend request on facebook lately. I'm sorry. But if I click your page and I couldn't recognise your face, then I'll reject you. I don't see the purpose of us being friends, really. Even if we're linked by 16 people, if I don't know you takkan nak buat2 kenal ye tak? I'm not a celebrity. If I am, then I can say, Oh.. this guy/girl peminat i kotttttt.... Please lah. *roll eyes* I'm NOT. Kalau memang u kenal 50 orang je fine lah.. Tak perlu berlagak ada 500 kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to me. One great year with Fiberail. Saya suka kerja saya. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8786621560018191656?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8786621560018191656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8786621560018191656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8786621560018191656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8786621560018191656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/decent-post-celebrating-one-year-with.html' title='a decent post'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/StxA5qphrTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/n-fy8WNafaI/s72-c/1-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2390408616292968260</id><published>2009-09-09T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:32:23.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="wikitable"&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fever Classification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/caption&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Grade&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celsius" title="Celsius"&gt;°C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fahrenheit" title="Fahrenheit"&gt;°F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;low grade&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;38–39&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;100.4–102.2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;moderate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;39–40&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;102.2–104.0&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;high-grade&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;40–41.1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;104.0–106.0&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperpyrexia" title="Hyperpyrexia"&gt;hyperpyrexia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&gt;41.1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&gt;106.0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having fever for quite a few times lately, didn't notice it until I went to see doctor. I might not feel a thing (other than tiredness) but usually my temperature would go up to 39 degrees. Tapi lepas baca wikipedia lega sket... 39 tu baru low grade.. takde apelah kut kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2390408616292968260?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2390408616292968260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2390408616292968260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2390408616292968260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2390408616292968260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5239078337640781589</id><published>2009-09-07T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:48:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion</title><content type='html'>the husband took the car today since our other car is in the workshop. therefore he sent me to my office this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when it's 5.45pm and i'm stuck alone in my office (office hour ends at 4.30pm during Ramadhan)... and im tired as hell because of the gazillion workload on my desk... and i have been working non-stop (except during zohor &amp;amp; asr prayers) since 8 am... and when i called him at 5.15pm he was still at his office... and it's gonna take him at least half an hour (usually more) to reach me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya rasa nak marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-5239078337640781589?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5239078337640781589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=5239078337640781589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5239078337640781589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5239078337640781589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1155577524652396537</id><published>2009-09-03T09:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:45:15.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Yellowherbie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SqTWIWSce4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Cmcx2AXotjw/s1600-h/6826_1170235216557_1248283148_30644838_2056610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SqTWIWSce4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Cmcx2AXotjw/s320/6826_1170235216557_1248283148_30644838_2056610_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378659293897456514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ewin's wife safely delivered a babygirl yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;QISYA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1155577524652396537?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1155577524652396537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1155577524652396537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1155577524652396537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1155577524652396537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ewins-wife-safely-delivered-babygirl.html' title='Congratulations Yellowherbie...'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SqTWIWSce4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Cmcx2AXotjw/s72-c/6826_1170235216557_1248283148_30644838_2056610_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7869462611790422493</id><published>2009-09-02T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:26:32.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sp4sD7s9gBI/AAAAAAAAA84/dzEEcevoxe0/s1600-h/IMG01213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sp4sD7s9gBI/AAAAAAAAA84/dzEEcevoxe0/s320/IMG01213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376783451204452370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA. I LOVE YOU BEYOND WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7869462611790422493?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7869462611790422493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7869462611790422493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7869462611790422493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7869462611790422493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sp4sD7s9gBI/AAAAAAAAA84/dzEEcevoxe0/s72-c/IMG01213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-4841573582242436786</id><published>2009-09-02T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:04:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a long weekend in Kota Bharu. Home, as always, is the greatest. I felt safe, I felt like I didn't have to do anything to prove myself.. I cooked and slept and watched tv and went shopping. Four days went by too quickly. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a rule, my life won't be perfect without a lil drama. For the first time in my life, I missed my flight. I had the experience of being late and too late but they still checked me in. But this time, I went totally overboard by thinking (confidently, I should add) that my Air Asia flight was at 5pm when I actually booked it at 9am. And I only realised it by 2.40pm when the luggage was already packed and I was ready to go. I made the mistake because I had bought two sets of return tickets for KL-KB-KL, one for Ramadhan and one for Syawal. Both my KL-KB flights are at 11am but my KB-KL, 5pm flight was for Syawal. For some reason, I trusted my memory - when it has cheated on me numerous time before. And for some reason too, I didn't forward the ticket to my husband who, for some reason didn't ask to see it like he usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky twist of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom already asked me to check the flight schedule the night before but I didn't. Instead, I have been telling my bestfriends that Air Asia Buka Puasa menu looks good so I hope my flight will be delayed so I'll get the chance to buy the food. Boleh tak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, dad and the husband weren't mad at me. They were more like, well, dissappointed. Which is worse. Mom nagged at first but then changed to this shaking-head-why-are-you-so-careless mode. I'm sorry!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence from mom got me thinking though.. That I hide my mistakes and not brave enough to face it (or sumth like that lah). She said that when she asked for the new ticket price (oh, I had to buy Firefly tix and came back to KL this morning - other merdeka eve's flights were all booked - and arrived at the office at 11.45am) and I said "you don't wanna know" - because it cost me RM500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too secretive that I do things on my own and guard myself too tight. I'm so used to keep things to myself that sometimes it gets out of control without me realising it. Of course, I tell (almost) everything to Eein and Add but it feels like I always stash away this few puzzles of my story. Not in one place, its everywhere! And like I said before, I dare to do it though my memory is known to fail me! How dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me that I have a colourful life, there's always some "juicy" stuff behind every corner of my life. I tell half of it to one person and another half to another person but still have plenty to keep to myself. And as I'm writing this, I feel like no one actually know me except for me - which I also doubt because of my (almost) Dory-like mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is different, I think I'm professional enough. But personally?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mom is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-4841573582242436786?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4841573582242436786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=4841573582242436786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4841573582242436786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4841573582242436786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5107945742778893635</id><published>2009-09-01T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:27:37.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Bertamu di Kalbu by Jaclyn Victor</title><content type='html'>Ku genggam semilir malam&lt;br /&gt;Tika rembulan menyinari&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ku menadahkan&lt;br /&gt;Kata cinta nan suci&lt;br /&gt;Dan akan ku hembuskannya&lt;br /&gt;Tika malam syahdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana dalamnya&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sedalam lautan&lt;br /&gt;Setinggi mentari&lt;br /&gt;Tak mampu digapai&lt;br /&gt;Oleh khayalan insani&lt;br /&gt;Cuma dinaluri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katakan bara melecur diri&lt;br /&gt;Bisa memercik jalan nan luka&lt;br /&gt;Dengan selasih balut pedih ngeri&lt;br /&gt;Tiada berpaling setia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah sejarah jadi saksi&lt;br /&gt;Bulan bintang menghangat kasih suci&lt;br /&gt;Kita pun terpaut dan bersatu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bebayang mimpi berseri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku layarkan asmara&lt;br /&gt;Di pelabuhan setia&lt;br /&gt;Akan ku rentangkan&lt;br /&gt;Sang pelangi suci&lt;br /&gt;Yang pastinya anggun di hati&lt;br /&gt;Bertamu di kalbu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love the song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-5107945742778893635?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5107945742778893635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=5107945742778893635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5107945742778893635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5107945742778893635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bertamu-di-kalbu-by-jaclyn-victor.html' title='Bertamu di Kalbu by Jaclyn Victor'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1391010476398873031</id><published>2009-08-27T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:56:14.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discussion'/><title type='text'>Eh!</title><content type='html'>a poet cant have his/her own imagination ke skarang? since when ade termaktub dalam undang-undang bahawa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penulis cuma boleh menulis melalui pengalaman sendiri&lt;/span&gt; ? tak boleh melalui pengalaman orang sekeliling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis tu penulis lirik cuma pandai tulis pasal dia jelah? novelist cuma cerita apa yang dia pernah buat jelah? macam tu ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't spread rumours and make assumptions. as far as i'm concern, i can write whatever i want, however i want it. if you're VERY curious, then might as well ask ME... not someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updated 2 Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maha :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YA! Saya setuju! Maha pun kengkadang tulis pakai experience orang lain. come on, we all watch movies. takkan kalo kite ada idea, we can not write simply because we haven't experience it ourselves. that'd be like... so lame....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Azhari :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaa to make this as a good discourse, anda tak leh marah jugak sb a poem sememangnye harus dikaji.bukan dari sudut mata seorang penulis itu sendiri tapi seorang pengkritik.pengkritik akan mengkritik dari sudut apa yang die lihat dan faham.tak gitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Helmi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha please dont spread rumours tu takpe. tapi dont make assumption tu mane leh halang. pembaca membaca dan berfikir, antaranya mostly assumptions yg diorang leh relate la.seriously saya sebagai pembaca puisi2 anda pun byk mencurigai. dan bertanda soal penuh dikepala. readers dont always have chance to ask writers. and if that is the only mean to put away question marks. where would the creativity be? my opinion la. lagi satu penulis takleh marah sbb pembaca hanya react. dan reaksi pembaca amat bernilai! yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dianne :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting opinion emi. making assumptions is fine, i guess. but dianne cuma mengingatkan saja supaya dont spread rumours after that. i have rights to defend myself at least once - lepas ni ckpla ape yang korang suka. oh saya berterimakasih juga kerana anda membaca dan berfikir tentang apa yang sy tulis. i made ppl think! cool. haha. dianne x marah kalau pembaca tu random ppl. like if im so famous, takkan dianne nk gi explain kat satu dunia plak. but the pembaca is KORANG. funny nye kalo my own bestfriends merepek2 spreading rumours when you couldve just, u know, ASK. ah.. but true.. where would the fun be if everything is obvious??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe lepas ni dianne tulis psl dianne nak bermadu or psl sahabat yang jual diri dengan harga murah or psl takde duit smpai berbuka dengan air kosong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin lagi banyak boleh dikaji. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ini perbincangan ilmiah, sila jangan emo (sarcasm dibenarkan). Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Azhari :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha.but i think ure lucky to hv us as ur critiques.hohoho.yes we assumed dianne but we never judge you.we are plain human beings too in which we hv the same traits when we feel terrible if what we assume is not the case.so i believe we just keep on assuming jekla.ure not a bad person pon kalo afterall.kite sume penah assumed waaat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this is to maha and u lah.dont you think as a poet, it will somehow look fake when a poet writes something that never part of his/her true experience.im not saying ianya tidak original tapi macam takde soul la kot poem tuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ninie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I beg to differ. Tulis pasal pengalaman org lain tak semestinya takde originality or soul. It is not for you to determine. Menulis pengalaman org means thay you're observant and emphatic. As for me, I often write poems based on other's experience, and they are still originally mine. Some ppl even thanked me for what I wrote sb kebetulan sama situasi dgn pengalaman diorg. Do I think those poems are soulless after I actually made myself and others feel good? Damn right I don't! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dianne :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. lucky, indeed. lets all agree that assuming is fun but not the spreading rumours part ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, depends on how u look at "true experiences"... i mean, if my bestfriend is experiencing it, it is true right? and i can feel it too, hence the writing. and if you read about a baby being left after he/she was born and ur sad about it.. and u think about what the mother is thinking and write her dillemma (from her point of view).. why not? berjaya menyelami hati orang sekeliling.. dan menulis kerana benar-benar memahami.. ade soul in it kan? apetah lagi kalau berjaya buat orang sama berfikir logiknya walaupun cuma imaginasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Azhari :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well...i know!that's the fun in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but like i said la.i didnt mean the poet tu salah if die tulis pengalaman orang lain.heck,thats only a question but let sayla kan u wanna talk about say kematian anak yang dikandung?how do u write about that stuff when u hv nothing.absolutely nothing of such experience and then compare it to the real situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;btw, i write about other ppl's experience as well if i feel like it but itulah.tak rasa original sb i was not in his/her shoes.yeahh i can play with my choice o words but i dun think i can toy and manipulate my own experience kan??paling kuat pon pengalaman yang hampir same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and noooo i tak cakap anda tak original kalo tulis pasal orang lain dari sudut orang tuh.but u as a poet tak rase bersalah ke in case what u depicted tu is not true or not accurate?ppl will perceive u as someone who is very understanding but the truth is u dun even understand the situation.cube memahami boleh tp untuk memahami boleh ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Helmi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think what zarie is trying to convey is that we can make people believe or touched by our piece about other's experience. and it seems very true and sincere n all from their perspective as readers. but i believe zarie's concern was the poet himself. he may feel that that piece is still not the true story or emotions. because as we see it, it is still a poets work trying to understand someone's state of mind or feelings.he tries, not feel them first hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ninie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still there's no such thing as you have to truly put yourself in somebody's shoe to come up with a poem. If it's not accurate, so what? You can write on how you feel things and how you see things. Who's to say the poet's words have to be absolute if he or she depicts sesapa punya experience pun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ape2 pun takyahla kot persoalkan wujud ke tidak soul dalam sesuatu hasil kerja. A poem is like a poet's baby. How would you like it if anyone question whether your baby's soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Helmi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh tini skali lagi anda tak paham. saya kata poet sendiri yg rase. nobody is saying that his/her work has no soul. jadi kalo poet sendiri yg rase mmg tadek salah sape2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ninie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ye emi saya faham maksud anda, dan tahniah anda mmg hebat dlm menjelaskan kata2 en zarie yg samar2. hoho! i was just responding to zarie's question earlier. though i understand it was JUST a question, i think we're all big enough to understand that some questions can raise so many emotions and issues, and this is one of them. like u all said, readers can react, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think in writing, let's just agree to be different. some can write out of anger, while their sad or happy. some can write endlessly about themselves and some can't. while some use their perception of others' experiences as their muse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personally, if i come across a poem that depicts even 20 percent out of my personal encounter, i would be beaming with gratitude. and if the other 80 percent is not accurate, so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Helmi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah art must be in various colors i agree in that! so does opinions. we take gud ones and in time we come up with better expressions no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Azhari :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember people.this is an academic discourse.no need to post 7 similar comments just so u can prove ur point.hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no la tini.to my defense, there's no reference that says you cannot question a poet's poem.unless u keep ur poem in ur closet than only nobody will question it.the fact is people WILL study and make assumption out of your poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my concern is crystal clear.whether or not writing a poem where a poet does not have direct experience can bring justice to the poem or the real situation?I don't question a poet's freedom to write stuff but merely expressing my concern regarding the originality (soul) of what the poem will portray.whether or not it will bring justice to the exact situation of what the person felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ninie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bringing justice to the exact situation is not the issue in poetry writing dear, unless you're writing a history book where you have to get all the facts right verbatim. let me emphasize the word 'perception' here, or in layman's word, 'view'.. i view others' experience, and i write it in my own structured words. the justice of the exact situation is not determined by me or the readers, but by the person who experience whatever he's experiencing. he doesn't need my poem to compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i enjoy writing others' story and add colours in it because most of the time, i get good and not to mention flattering feedbacks. that is so darn fulfilling. dianne, i bet you know how it feels right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wani Ardy :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always write based on my own experiences, or sometimes others', or sometimes mine alone and fictionalized, or sometimes others' and ficitionalized, or sometimes my experiences and others' blend together, or sometimes both blend together and fictionalized, or sometimes totally made-up stuff that crossed my head or inspired by certain subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My point is, in creative writing, you have no limitation. It is not academic writing. It is purely imagination hence no rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether it works or not, is another story. Even with rules, it won't guarantee a good writing. A based-on-true-story film that made a great impact towards its viewers, for all you know, could be distorted.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Generally, readers would make assumptions and that is part of the adventure. People read and keep on exploring in their own minds. Readers who make assumptions and bombard the writer to satisfy their thoughts, however, are just plain idiots who should read electronic appliances manuals rather than creative writings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ninie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very true wani :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where's the fun in writing when we have this worry lingering at the back of our mind that whether or not it will depict the exact situation, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i understand criticizing others' writing as an academic discourse, but honestly, for me, it kills creativity and imagination altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Leman :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well bebeh, there's always two sides of the story. This world we live in made up of yin and yang, black and white, positive and negative, good and evil. so people, let's keep our mind open and always...always have the urge n drive to seek the truth behind everything. just droppin' to say hye everybody cuz this thread is HOT HOT HOT. signing off...wachaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dianne :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for your thoughts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My note was actually directed to you guys, my own friends, therefore the sentence “don’t make assumptions” was merely directed to you. Like I said, it’s not like I’m famous so it was just a request not to assume. On the other hand, if we’re discussing about A POET in general, then yes, I agree that we cannot stop people from making assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zarie : “as a poet tak rase bersalah ke in case what u depicted tu is not true or not accurate?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; What? Perlu ke dianne rasa bersalah? At least I tried to understand, and I bet SOME of it must’ve been experienced by SOME people.. Like ninie said, when ppl actually thanked you for writing something so similar to what they feel… that is so darn fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As readers can react, we as the poet can react to the situation around us too, no? I’m sorry if I don’t depict the very truth in my writings but are you sorry that you’re assuming falsely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“let's just agree to be different. some can write out of anger, while their sad or happy. some can write endlessly about themselves and some can't. while some use their perception of others' experiences as their muse.”&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Yes ninie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My point is, in creative writing, you have no limitation. It is not academic writing. It is purely imagination hence no rules. Readers who make assumptions and bombard the writer to satisfy their thoughts, however, are just plain idiots who should read electronic appliances manuals rather than creative writings."&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Well said, Wani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1391010476398873031?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1391010476398873031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1391010476398873031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1391010476398873031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1391010476398873031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh.html' title='Eh!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5062336647803319648</id><published>2009-08-26T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:57:40.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kecoh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Utusan Malaysia 26 Aug 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nafi wujud campur tangan politik dalam kes penangguhan hukuman : Sebat Kartika disemak semula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please… *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have  a lot knowledge on the Islamic ruling on drinking liquor, really…And I believe, so do most of you. If you don’t know the real hukm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE DON’T PRETEND that you do&lt;/span&gt;. What’s the big deal?? Are you worried that suddenly thousands of you will be caught at the nightclubs and private functions? (And yes, of course that includes (half) of the politicians in this country – like we couldn’t see???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While we should educate these ignorant Muslims on the evils of drinking liquor and the social problems that comes with it, punishments on the guilty must serve as a deterrent to others. -Malaysiakini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Punishment for Drinking Liquor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Shaheed Ayatullah Abdul Husain Dastghaib Shirazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a sane adult person, knowing that liquor is Harām, consumes even a drop of it of his own accord and later confesses to it or is seen in the act of drinking by two just witnesses who testify, the Judge is obliged to award punishment to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However punishment cannot be awarded under the following conditions: If the individual who drinks it is a child, or an insane person, or one who is unaware of its prohibition, or one drinks it by mistake being under the impression that it is not liquor and realizes the truth afterwards, or one who drinks it under coercion and force, or one who is compelled to drink due to extreme thirst there being no other way of quenching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Islamic penalty for drinking is eighty lashes. Eighty lashes are given when the person drinks it for the first time. If he repeats the act after receiving 80 lashes he is lashed 160 times. If he repeats the sin again and confesses, or two just witnesses testify before a Qazi (religious Judge) the punishment is tripled; i.e. 240 lashes. The fourth instance of the crime entails capital punishment. Some Mujtahids are of the opinion that capital punishment should be given when the sin is repeated the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person confesses and repents before the testimony of two just witnesses, he is condoned. However after the testimony he cannot escape punishment. The drunkard cannot be punished while still intoxicated. He is punished only when he gets sober. If it is a man he is stripped above the waist and lashed from the shoulders and below. It is not allowed to hit the face or the private parts of the accused. If the accused is a woman she is lashed with her clothes on. If her dress is loose, it is made to stick to the body by tying it up. She is lashed in a sitting position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person drinks wine at a sacred place, for example the Holy Kāba or in a sacred period, like the month of Ramadhan, he is lashed and also given a preventive punishment that is, he is beaten so much that he may not dare to repeat the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Abil al-Hadid records the following incident in Sharh al-Nahjul Balagha: “Najashi was a famous poet of Kufa. He was originally from Yemen. He was among the army of Amir ul-Mu’minīn (a.s.) at the Battle of Siffin. It was the first day of Ramadhan when his friend, Abu Sammak instigated him to drink wine at the tavern. Under its intoxication he created such a bedlam that his neighbour was compelled to complain to Amir ul-Mu’minīn ‘Ali (a.s.). Hazrat summoned both of them. Abu Sammak fled but Najashi was arrested and brought by the people. By the order of the Imam (a.s.) he was detained for the night. The next day, before the congregation of Muslims he was stripped to the waist and lashed eighty times for drinking wine. After this he was given twenty more lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najashi said, “Eighty lashes were for drinking wine, but why twenty more?”&lt;br /&gt;Imam (a.s.) replied, “This is because you dared to drink during the month of Ramadhan and did not respect its sanctity.” (Furu al-Kāfi, Chapter on Penal Code)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relatives of Najashi were present in large numbers in the camp of ‘Ali (a.s.). They were perturbed at the extra punishment. One of them, Tarikh Ibn Abdullah said: “We Yemenis are among your loyal friends and Shias. We expected you to consider us differently from your enemies. Najashi is our respected kinsman. By lashing him publicly you have degraded us in the eyes of our friends and enemies. We have began to doubt if the path that we tread leads to Heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir ul-Mu’minīn (a.s.) said, “Strict adherence to justice and commands of Allah hurts the sinners. What have I done? Najashi dared to disobey the Divine command. I have only punished him according to the laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah says:&lt;br /&gt;‘... And let not hatred of a people invite you not to act equitably; act equitably, that is nearer to piety, be careful of (your duty to) Allah...’” (Surah al-Mā’ida 5: 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Abil al-Hadid writes, “Najashi and Tarikh were unable to assert their opinion. They left Kufa and went to Syria to join the group of Muawiya.” Their meeting with Muawiya is not described here. Its details can be studied in Ibn Abil al-Hadid’s Sharh al-Nahjul Balagha, Vol. I part iv page no. 366.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloofness from the Drunkard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to discourage the evil habit of drinking, Allah (S.w.T.) and the Holy Prophet (S) has commanded that people should not associate with a drunkard and remain totally aloof from him. It is a method by which the drunkard will feel self-conscious about the lack of respect with which his community members view him. Being strictly excluded from company, he will not be able to influence tender or immature minds to develop this obnoxious habit. We can thus restrict the evils of alcoholism that destroy the foundation of individual and social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not Give your Daughter in Marriage to a Drunkard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazrat Imam Ja’far as-Sadiq (a.s.) quotes the Holy Prophet (S), “Allah has made me to pronounce wine as Harām, after this pronouncement if someone still drinks wine, he is not fit to have his proposal for marriage accepted, when he proposes. If he seeks recommendation, he should not be recommended. If he says something he must not be believed. His testimony must not be accepted. Nothing should be kept in his trust. Allah is not responsible for something kept with a drunkard, with the knowledge (of his vice). He will not receive any compensation. If the thing is lost, nothing could be taken in exchange and neither its cost.” (al-Kāfi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ja’far as-Sadiq (a.s.) says: “One who marries his well-behaved daughter to a drunkard does Qat’a ar-Rahm.” (al-Kāfi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam (a.s.) has also said, “One who marries his well-behaved daughter to a drunkard; it is as if he has given her to adultery.” (Mustadrak ul-Wasa’il)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam (a.s.) has also stated in a tradition, “If a drunkard falls ill do not go to visit him. If he dies, do not attend his funeral.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boycott of the Drunkard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By adopting this attitude we fulfill our duty of Nahy Anil Munkar. No one should trust or believe a drunkard, and no one should have any dealings with him whatsoever. As clearly ordered by our Holy Prophet (S) and our Imam (a.s.) no one should give his daughter in marriage to a drunkard. When the drunkard finds himself so totally cut off from the society in which he lives, he will be compelled to give up his sinful habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jihad against Intoxicants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book Burhan al-Qur’an writes against intoxicants: “The evil of intoxicants can be easily proved by the fact that in a country like France a woman legislator urged the parliament to abolish intoxicants completely. She was so disgusted by the ill-effects of alcohol that she protested against it vehemently. Obviously, until the powerful governments put an end to such evils they cannot be eradicated. Mere crusades of individuals, or social boycott will not have much effect.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that life can be very difficult for some individuals. They face hardships and frustrations till they are driven to despair. Even so, drinking liquor to forget their troubles is not a solution. The physical, economic and social repercussions of this evil will only magnify their problems and engulf them in a vicious circle from which it will be almost impossible to extricate themselves. It is an evil that must be fought by individuals, by society and by the governments. Individual effort and social boycott will certainly help to a great extent. But the authority that the government can exercise in enforcing strict measures will go a long way in eradicating this evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American government in the year 1930 had made a serious effort to discourage the use of intoxicants. The propaganda was carried out through newspapers, magazines, radio, television, films and all modes of communication. The total expenses incurred by the government were eight million dollars. Ten billion pages of books and magazines were printed. Within a span of 14 years 250 million dollars were spent. 300 people were hanged, 532000 people were sent to prison, penalties were collected from 1,60,00,000 people and property worth $ 41,50,00,000 was confiscated. All this did not yield the desired result and the number of alcoholics, in fact, increased. In 1933 all these restrictions were withdrawn and complete freedom was given to the public to consume liquor. (From Tankihat of Abul Ala Maududi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only goes to show that government restriction alone will not cure this malady. What is needed are the co-ordinated efforts of strict government rules and the boycott of the alcoholics by society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Islam prohibited liquor, it considered all these aspects. Islam first strived to remove the causes of alcoholism. After this, it promulgated that liquor is Harām. One of the causes that promotes this habit are the people who themselves give a free rein to this vice. They do not adopt strict methods of prevention. Our society does not view the drunkards unfavourably and does not boycott them so that they may be compelled to give up their habits. According to Islam, dangerous diseases and ailments that befall the soul must be eradicated by all means. The drunkards and alcoholics must also be boycotted economically. People should not transact any business with them and they must also be socially boycotted. Proposals for their marriage must be rejected and none should keep company with them. An ideological war must be carried out against them. They must also be a spiritually cured. Along with heavy penal punishment they must be informed of the ill effects of liquor and other intoxicants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-5062336647803319648?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5062336647803319648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=5062336647803319648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5062336647803319648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5062336647803319648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/kecoh.html' title='Kecoh.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3742664489465614248</id><published>2009-08-24T10:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:10:20.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat berpuasa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SpH9l4b34KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uiVqZFaXhuk/s1600-h/heart_shaped_chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SpH9l4b34KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uiVqZFaXhuk/s320/heart_shaped_chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373354657675993250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x selamat berpuasa. semoga ibadah tahun ini lebih sempurna. jangan malas bangun sahur, nnt lapar (yelah, tau la dah besar dan boleh tahan lapar - tapi watpe menyusahkan diri?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah. two days of fasting passed with little drama. ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to Kota Bharu this Friday, thanks to Air Asia for the RM200 coupon due to the delay during my previous flight. But no thanks for the pricey tag on my Hari Raya tickets. Grr. Mama told me, "kan tarikh raya tu dah tahu lama dah...". Yelah2. Sape suh tanak beli awal2 kan. Padan muka. oh well, takpelah. yang penting balik. dan penting jugak, baju raya yang lima pasang tu mama kena siapkan. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SpJJdNut3pI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qIZLJ1NJ7_A/s1600-h/n769227599_1117374_3715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SpJJdNut3pI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qIZLJ1NJ7_A/s320/n769227599_1117374_3715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373438071657062034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASQUERADE sekalian, jom berbuka puasa bersama2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3742664489465614248?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SpH9l4b34KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uiVqZFaXhuk/s72-c/heart_shaped_chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3802678565062521184</id><published>2009-08-17T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:02:41.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari yang gelap</title><content type='html'>i came to the office with a good mood today. and when i arrived, everything was still fine. i even had a reason to smile. then i opened my email and read one from my mom. tiba-tiba hari pun jadi gelap. sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my brother wouldn't have to ever found out the truth. but there's no turning back now. like mama said, "there's no undo button". i seriously thought today would never come. i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how i feel so insecure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3802678565062521184?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3802678565062521184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3802678565062521184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3802678565062521184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3802678565062521184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-yang-gelap.html' title='hari yang 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-4887233497236184103</id><published>2009-08-14T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:22:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>I remember now why I used to write long entries, and I remember now why I stopped… sebab sebenarnya dianne punya banyak sisi dalam hidup.. selalunya ada orang yang mendengar.. tapi sekarang rasa tak kena. yang tahu semua cerita is my bestfriend Eein.. even my own husband doesn’t know every single thing in my life. Weird, I know. tp itu saya.. perahsia. I have tons of secret. Dan separuhnya ada pada sebahagian orang. Thank you, you know who you are – though I doubt that you’re reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne tukar blogskin. Sebab dah rimas tengok skin lama (sape suruh tak host gambar sniri, skarang gambar girl tu dah hilang berbulan tp dianne wat derk)… mungkin perubahan skin akan buat dianne lagi rajin nak menulis? Tatau la. Sebenarnya cuma rasa kehilangan. Rasa banyak nak diceritakan tapi tak boleh cerita. Penat… so I just have to let it out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get jealous. Most of the time, dianne sendiri yang cari pasal. Daripada tak tahu, jadi tahu.. Orang tak sebut, kita nak tanya. Mengada. Lepas tu emo sendiri, sedih sendiri.. Saiko kan? Cemburu itu api. Tapi sape nak jadi bomba tukang padam ni?? huhu~ Sudahnya pandai-pandai la hentikan tangan dari click mouse tu ke sana sini. Tolong la duduk diam. Please ya hati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been reading anything for months. Storybooks, I mean. I don't know why... I'm tired most of the time, regardless the husband is home or not. He just got back from Egypt btw, after one month and a half there. I'm thankful that he understands me too well, does the chores around the house without me having to ask (okay, I admit he actually does everything except cooking) and super patient with my whining and overreacting. Thank you. Thank you. Having said that, I don't have the energy to hang out anymore. If I do have sometime alone, I'd just prefer to stay home and watch TV. Or I'd invite friends over and cook for them. I have become an old lady, I know. But I promise this won't be a long phase. After all, I'm just 25... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some major changes around the office. A couple of people promoted, and major shifting between the departments. Unfortunately, I'm now left alone manning the Corporate Communications Department (but of course, the receptionist is still under me). The super-knowledgeable Senior Officer is actually going to the Training Unit under Human Resource, which annoys me because Training Unit already has a Training Coordinator and most of the time - he doesn't have anything to do. Honestly. But then again, maybe now that the Senior Officer is there, she will take over the planning and implementation of training events which Corp. Comm. had to deal with early this year. It's not that I don't think I'm capable of handling things... I just feel that not receiving ANY help after being used to segregating work to three portions is just ridiculous. Well, unless they're thinking of raising my salary soon. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and did I mention that on top of being alone in the department, I'm still the President of my company's Sports Club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada sesiapa yang rasa nak ambil alih tugas sebagai Presiden tu silakan la. I didn't ask for it, seriously. But I accepted the nomination and the job and tried to do my best. It hurts me when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;people just don't SEE my effort, they refused to stop talking about things that they don't even know about. Bila orang dah explain, baru lah ternganga2... Kalau dah korang terer sangat organise events, nape tak suruh je kengkawan vote jadi Committee? Nape tak datang AGM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakap je lebih. Menyampah, hokei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lost*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough in my mind. Therefore, forgive me if I don't care about the angry politicians around. I appreciate the 1Malaysia concept, but please exclude me from any conversation about it. I love Kota Bharu as it is, but please don't hate me because I'm not a registered voter. I know the world does not revolve around me, but it doesn't revolve around you either. Who are you to tell me what is important in my life? Come to think about it, I can live without anything except my parents. So if I stop my life for awhile to listen to you and I missed the chance to be with my parents, can you mail me back the time I lost? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the headache. Sakit kepala ni taknak hilang pulak. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-4887233497236184103?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4887233497236184103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=4887233497236184103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4887233497236184103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4887233497236184103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6223254538402182123</id><published>2009-08-14T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:58:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is under maintenance. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6223254538402182123?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6223254538402182123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6223254538402182123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6223254538402182123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6223254538402182123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-blog-is-under-maintenance.html' title=''/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3123892052836912658</id><published>2009-08-10T12:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:41:05.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-j9Vzd8GI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ono4wVy7AQo/s1600-h/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-j9Vzd8GI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ono4wVy7AQo/s320/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368189555069284450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hjSkfZpI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ryGGyldDme8/s1600-h/I_miss_you_by_Alephunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hjSkfZpI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ryGGyldDme8/s320/I_miss_you_by_Alephunky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368186908501304978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Miss You by Blink182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I miss you miss you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello there the angel from my nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The shadow in backround of the morgue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'll wish this never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;catching things and eating their insides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And hear your voice of treason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop this pain tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hkNa-aVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/uNfAsKKGM6Y/s1600-h/imissyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hkNa-aVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/uNfAsKKGM6Y/s320/imissyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368186924299086162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hju6YSKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/tM1yO-_iVCU/s1600-h/I_Miss_You_by_Nihal82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hju6YSKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/tM1yO-_iVCU/s320/I_Miss_You_by_Nihal82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368186916109306018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hjCDXtwI/AAAAAAAAA7E/rHRluOKyEu0/s1600-h/i_miss_you_____by_mack7987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-hjCDXtwI/AAAAAAAAA7E/rHRluOKyEu0/s320/i_miss_you_____by_mack7987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368186904067421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Should I Care? By Diana Krall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was there something more I could have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or was I not meant to be the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where's the life I thought we would share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And should I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And will someone else get more of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will she go to sleep more sure of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will she wake up knowing you're still there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And why should I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's always one to turn and walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And one who just wants to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But who said that love is always fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And why should I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should I leave you alone here in the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holding my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;While a promise still hangs in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-j9JuH94I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ehfYj63suG4/s1600-h/2068023547_288b9ce028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-j9JuH94I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ehfYj63suG4/s320/2068023547_288b9ce028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368189551825647490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-j9sSfVMI/AAAAAAAAA70/pL2Qa7v35q4/s1600-h/i-miss-you-ring-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-j9sSfVMI/AAAAAAAAA70/pL2Qa7v35q4/s320/i-miss-you-ring-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368189561104979138" 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/5798419259711894634-3123892052836912658?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3123892052836912658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3123892052836912658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3123892052836912658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3123892052836912658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/cerita-rindu.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sn-j9Vzd8GI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ono4wVy7AQo/s72-c/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7771804280906466195</id><published>2009-08-02T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:34:42.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu</title><content type='html'>Sungguh&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7771804280906466195?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7771804280906466195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7771804280906466195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7771804280906466195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7771804280906466195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/rindu.html' title='Rindu'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-37039890458753314</id><published>2009-08-01T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:38:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utk kamu yang bencinya 5000x tp sayangnya tetap berjuta</title><content type='html'>Ku enggan berpura-pura ku bahagia&lt;br&gt;Ku enggan melihat kau bersama si dia&lt;br&gt;Oh ku akui cemburu mula menular dalam diri&lt;br&gt;Pabila kau bersama yang lain&lt;br&gt;Pabila kau merenung matanya ku rebah jatuh ke bumi&lt;br&gt;Di saat kau benar-benar mahu pergi&lt;br&gt;Seperti ku bernafas dalam air&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Yuna&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s a reason he&amp;#39;s not for you.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-37039890458753314?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/37039890458753314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=37039890458753314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/37039890458753314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/37039890458753314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/utk-kamu-yang-bencinya-5000x-tp.html' title='Utk kamu yang bencinya 5000x tp sayangnya tetap berjuta'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1093295765131256551</id><published>2009-07-31T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:01:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>news</title><content type='html'>I have been away from blogging for weeks. maybe i was having writer's block of the century. but the poetry side of my mind were still working - thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but today i still don't feel like talking to the world. i just wanna tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini sangat gatal tangan... maka buat pertama kali nampak sesuatu di alam maya yang tak perlu di ambil tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm jealous as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu saja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1093295765131256551?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1093295765131256551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1093295765131256551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1093295765131256551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1093295765131256551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/news.html' title='news'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8748481834105865930</id><published>2009-07-14T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:27:35.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seni'/><title type='text'>Diamlah Rasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baca seperti sedang membaca buku cerita untuk adik-adik kamu please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam kita berjumpa&lt;br /&gt;Dari jauh kamu senyum menggoda&lt;br /&gt;Jantungku berhenti berdegup rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Kamu renung tepat ke mata&lt;br /&gt;Dan lembut berbicara&lt;br /&gt;Seolah dalam dunia ini hanya ada kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was thinking &lt;/span&gt;eh, betulke kita tak ada apa-apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih..&lt;br /&gt;Diamlah rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam kita berjumpa&lt;br /&gt;Kamu buat macam biasa&lt;br /&gt;Bergurau, bersenda, bercerita&lt;br /&gt;Seolah rindu kerana lama tak bersua&lt;br /&gt;Terasa muka bercahaya-cahaya&lt;br /&gt;Senyum panjang berjela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was thinking, so this how it feels to be&lt;/span&gt; "bahagia"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih..&lt;br /&gt;Diamlah rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam kita berjumpa&lt;br /&gt;Aku dipanggil sayang dan dimanja-manja&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa ku sedar dua hati bertaut mesra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is it! &lt;/span&gt;Ingin ku beri seluruh jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku laungkan pada dunia dia aku yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Mahu ku kisahkan setiap kata rindu darinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was thinking, &lt;/span&gt;ok aku janji akan setia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...&lt;br /&gt;Diamlah rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam kita berjumpa&lt;br /&gt;Menonton wayang dan makan-makan bersama&lt;br /&gt;Kamu gembira seperti selalunya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa tangan tak berhenti sms saja?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Siapa gerangan di sebelah sana?&lt;br /&gt;Mulut berat bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi fikiran mula mereka cerita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was thinking, so&lt;/span&gt; aku ni siapa untuknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...&lt;br /&gt;Diamlah rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini tiada khabar darinya&lt;br /&gt;Sepatah sms pun tak ada&lt;br /&gt;Apatah lagi panggilan membawa berita&lt;br /&gt;Macam tulah hari2 seterusnya&lt;br /&gt;Kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;Ke mana gerangan dia yang ku puja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih..&lt;br /&gt;Diamlah rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewat petang tangan ringan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to check out his facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan apa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to have a look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berat jiwa melihat status baru&lt;br /&gt;Rasa diri dihempap batu&lt;br /&gt;Ada gadis meninggalkan komen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sayang, see you tonite hope it's not gonna rain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, oh ini rasanya ditinggalkan tanpa kata&lt;br /&gt;Ini rasanya dipermainkan mulut manis jejaka&lt;br /&gt;Ini rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Ini rasanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih..&lt;br /&gt;Diamlah rasa&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah pergi, cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8748481834105865930?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8748481834105865930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8748481834105865930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8748481834105865930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8748481834105865930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/diamlah-rasa.html' title='Diamlah Rasa'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1322515836513377460</id><published>2009-07-12T12:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:34:24.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>I'm home alone watching Harry Potter : Order of the Phoenix, again (and watched Cho Chang kissed Harry Potter under the mistletoe for the 10th time I supposed). The house is not exactly spotless yet though I swept and mopped the floor yesterday. I've washed the clothes and hang it to dry too but the dried ones haven't been folded. Since I cooked, the kitchen is in a bit of a mess. See, I have plenty to do really. But I just wish someone would turn up in front of my door just to accompany me throughout the day - but not just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone, &lt;/span&gt;don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go out with Eein today but she had to work. It's a blessing in disguise, come to think about it - God knows how much I need some quiet time away from the crowd at the malls (since we planned to go shopping and catch a movie). And I have one not-so-fun task of picking up my sis in law frm Pudu and send her back to IIUM. But It doesn't help that I hate Pudu beyond measure. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. The movie's over and there's Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince : Behind the Magic on HBO now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1322515836513377460?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1322515836513377460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1322515836513377460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1322515836513377460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1322515836513377460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3442832622626816876</id><published>2009-07-10T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:51:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>membebel seorang di tengah malam</title><content type='html'>I had nasi lemak for breakfast so I skipped lunch. But because I was too sleepy after taking shower this eve, I ended up skipping dinner too. And I'm really hungry now. The kitchen looks boring to me, with nothing I can eat without cooking except the assorted biscuits. Don't feel like drinking either so I just opened the fridge and looked at the juice bottle. Sometimes I can be really hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't expecting to go out. I sort of knew that I was just going to sleep tonight so I didn't want to bring back my laptop. But Kak EP insisted that I brought it home just in case.. :) oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a week of holiday, I was welcomed with tons of work at the office today. Thank God tomorrow is already Friday so I have one whole weekend to continue with my laziness. I don't know what's wrong with me but I'm seriously not in the mood to socialise. Eein invited me to hang out with her friends this Saturday but just thinking of another Saturday around the almost unknowns made me a lil bit sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm gonna spend this Saturday at home definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll have lunch at Mid V tomorrow and go grocery shopping at Carrefour. At least I can buy Mr. Crab again! I had this crab crave last week and it's kicking in again yesterday. Sedapnye!! As long as I'm not eating "ketam batu" - eww. I swear it didn't occur to me that Muslims can't eat "ketam batu" (because they are amphibians like froggie - again, eww!!), I didn't buy it because the colour black looked so gross. Nevermind that it will turn orange when cooked, I just couldn't stand looking at it click-clacking inside the big basket. How stupid of me. Of course we can't eat it! *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house needs some cleaning up too. I need to sweep and mop the floor, change bedsheets and do my laundry. Maybe I should move furnitures. Its getting a lil bit too unpretty, tables and chair here and there with a big space in the middle as if I need it. No flowers or deco whatsoever, how boring! So much for wanting a hip crib. :p suddenly winning a spot for Deko Bersama Eric doesn't sound bad at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3442832622626816876?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3442832622626816876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3442832622626816876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3442832622626816876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3442832622626816876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/membebel-seorang-di-tengah-malam.html' title='membebel seorang di tengah malam'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1842322753554455186</id><published>2009-07-09T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:25:24.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never say never</title><content type='html'>encik, puan dan cik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan pernah yakin dengan kata "tak mungkin"&lt;br /&gt;jangan pernah yakin dengan kata "tak akan"&lt;br /&gt;kita tak tahu apa yang akan berlaku esok lusa&lt;br /&gt;kita tak pasti apa yang bakal menerpa di depan mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; sangat&lt;br /&gt;buat statement berkali-kali&lt;br /&gt;kelak makan diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan mereka-reka cerita&lt;br /&gt;mewujudkan yang tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;, tak guna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penat tau cuba &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; masa dan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;sakit tau cuba &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;control &lt;/span&gt;hati dan cemburu buta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt; lah..&lt;br /&gt;now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkan nak berlagu pilu&lt;br /&gt;takkan nak menangis syahdu&lt;br /&gt;kita kan dah besar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau tak perlu kata tak perlu&lt;br /&gt;kalau mahu harus mengaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;notakaki : ini bukan puisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1842322753554455186?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1842322753554455186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1842322753554455186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1842322753554455186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1842322753554455186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-say-never.html' title='never say never'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6914678703159660868</id><published>2009-07-03T09:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:35:07.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courses and Conferences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>maya percintaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasih sayang cinta terhalang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam indah hanya sementara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini harus terjadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kesepian&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai bila harus begini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janji manis hanya di bibir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau persendakan cinta yang suci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kau tinggalkan&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya percintaan ada madu ada racun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manis cuma seketika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini pahitnya kurasakan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku sengsara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanya kenangan manjamu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menggoda ingatanku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau semakin menjauh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar ku terus memburu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renda hatiku dah terluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merentasi rindu membara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ini sudah suratan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untukku oh sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm in this rock mode again. The song has been spinning and spinning inside my head. I've downloaded a better version this morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk1hKDxOO6I/AAAAAAAAA54/t2RlpXEZHrA/s1600-h/IMG00994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk1hKDxOO6I/AAAAAAAAA54/t2RlpXEZHrA/s320/IMG00994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042357451733922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognise this vitamin? This is my favorite when I was growing up. I bought it a couple of days ago and I'm addicted to it! Dah sparuh botol kut habis. Erk. Ok2.. I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk1hKf8aWAI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_Qrlh-GUjK8/s1600-h/IMG00969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk1hKf8aWAI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_Qrlh-GUjK8/s320/IMG00969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042365014857730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying on previous post, I attended dinner at KL Tower as part of the PR : Get Together event. I was so sure that we were going to have dinner at the revolving restaurant, Sri Angkasa but when I arrived at the hall, I realised that it was Megaview Banquet Deck! Tertipu siot. :p The night went by with full of laughter though! Super-fun. Group Corporate Comm really know how to throw a good dinner :) We were joined by Group CEO, Dato' Zam ; Chief Human Capital Officer, Dato' Aziz ; EVP Government, Dato' Kairul and CEO of KL Tower, Dato' Zul but it was all informal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a chance (once in a lifetime perhaps?) to go up to the Open Deck of KL Tower. It is usually closed for public and only had one railing to stop us all from falling all over the place! I had quite a number of pics taken, several with my almost dying blackberry (too much usage thru out the day) and also by the official photog (God knows when I'll get the pics!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk1hKvBzzoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/2lxOQShEr9g/s1600-h/IMG00983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk1hKvBzzoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/2lxOQShEr9g/s320/IMG00983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042369064029826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sky background! - me with Dato' Zam&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's supposed to be better but the flash refused to work, takkan nak suruh dia senyum banyak2 kali plak. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk2X-eWu3YI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/zI7nWv0w820/s1600-h/IMG00985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk2X-eWu3YI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/zI7nWv0w820/s320/IMG00985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354102631569481090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Close up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk2X-MqjWyI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BsuAKr9vzBQ/s1600-h/IMG00988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk2X-MqjWyI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BsuAKr9vzBQ/s320/IMG00988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354102626820774690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home about 11.50pm and slept half an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6914678703159660868?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6914678703159660868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6914678703159660868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6914678703159660868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6914678703159660868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/maya-percintaan.html' title='maya percintaan'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sk1hKDxOO6I/AAAAAAAAA54/t2RlpXEZHrA/s72-c/IMG00994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6907665357817074879</id><published>2009-07-01T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:42:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the 50th Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sks9h7YMH2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/c4Gdjcc-JJ0/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NjAuanBn%3F%3D-735128"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sks9h7YMH2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/c4Gdjcc-JJ0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NjAuanBn%3F%3D-735128"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353440235144093538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve said this a hundred times and I&amp;#39;m sure you&amp;#39;re tired of it but I&amp;#39;m gonna say it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m tired. I&amp;#39;m exhausted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aaaaahhhhhh... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s not good to moan about being tired isn&amp;#39;t it? Macam leh buat kita lg penat?? It&amp;#39;s all psychology kan?? Ke? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This PR Get Together includes a dinner at KL Tower.. I&amp;#39;ve never been to Sri Angkasa (restoran berputar tu ah..) so I really wanna go. But all I can think about now is having a good sleep. It&amp;#39;s like I can see my energy meter going lower and lower. Jap lagi die bunyi teet teet teet pastu kuar indicator kaler merah tulis less than 10%. Huhu.. Drained gile. I wonder where my boss got all her energy?? Haihh..  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t been to the cinema for the past three weeks!! Can u believe it?? (Okay, smalam I finally watched Bride Wars on my laptop but it doesn&amp;#39;t count lah kan) I really want to watch Transformers but I&amp;#39;m sure if I go out at nite, definitely tdo jek dlm cinema tu.. *sigh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ala dh lambat. Nk smyg asar.. Jap lg terus g kl tower.. Will update later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;:x&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6907665357817074879?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6907665357817074879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6907665357817074879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6907665357817074879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6907665357817074879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-50th-floor.html' title='From the 50th Floor'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sks9h7YMH2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/c4Gdjcc-JJ0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NjAuanBn%3F%3D-735128' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5844002862275282754</id><published>2009-07-01T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:28:20.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for no typo errors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Skrl5EElrXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/gaNHKPrEDEA/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NTkuanBn%3F%3D-700206"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Skrl5EElrXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/gaNHKPrEDEA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NTkuanBn%3F%3D-700206"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353343875591548274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They misspelled Fiberail! *roll eyes*&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-5844002862275282754?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5844002862275282754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=5844002862275282754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5844002862275282754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/5844002862275282754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-no-typo-errors.html' title='So much for no typo errors!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Skrl5EElrXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/gaNHKPrEDEA/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NTkuanBn%3F%3D-700206' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-81518667940208014</id><published>2009-07-01T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:24:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go, dianne... So not worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SkrIy0uLsUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/buec9IvzDEM/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NTguanBn%3F%3D-750989"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SkrIy0uLsUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/buec9IvzDEM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NTguanBn%3F%3D-750989"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353311882554618178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m in this PR Get Together thing at Menara TM, attended by all Corporate Comm, Marketing and Event Mgt rep from all TM subsidiaries. Just 44 ppl but looking at the list buat dianne rendah diri.. They&amp;#39;re all GMs,  Managers and Senior Exec.. Huhu~ but definitely a chance to mingle and get to know ppl? One thing I love is Corporate Comm ppl rarely make mistakes in printing stuff. And that means they printed my name correctly. Good! :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, too bad I&amp;#39;m not in the mood to be all sweet and syrupy! (I&amp;#39;m gonna start forcing myself now for the sake of my future). My eyes are still swollen from last night&amp;#39;s tears (No, I&amp;#39;m keeping the reasons to myself). My body is still aching from the non-stop event management. I&amp;#39;m still coughing. Urgh. I wish I can sleep for one whole day.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Focus!!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll write more about this event later, think it&amp;#39;s gonna be two very interesting days.. For now I wanna highlight something that came into my mind last night...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being jealous is so not worth it. Eventually it will just break you down, in a very nasty way. You just don&amp;#39;t know what to do, and worst, you can&amp;#39;t even stop it. It&amp;#39;s like this fire inside you - burning bigger and bigger as the you add up the charcoal. One day you just can&amp;#39;t take it anymore and start sobbing thru the pain. Ugly picture!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So what if the keypad is clicking non-stop?&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s all about give and take, no? It&amp;#39;s not like I&amp;#39;m perfect. Nobody can be this super duper juggler anyway.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Honestly, I&amp;#39;m just tired. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let it go, dianne.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-81518667940208014?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/81518667940208014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=81518667940208014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/81518667940208014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/81518667940208014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-it-go-dianne-so-not-worth-it.html' title='Let it go, dianne... So not worth it.'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SkrIy0uLsUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/buec9IvzDEM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5NTguanBn%3F%3D-750989' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1343004374395429381</id><published>2009-06-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:31:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle with the SMS-Goddess part II</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s 12 am and I just woke up from my 3hr-sleep. Home alone sucks. I&amp;#39;m beyond bored, I&amp;#39;m melting. And I&amp;#39;m still sick. The head is throbbing and I&amp;#39;m coughing every 5 seconds. The flu has gone (Alhamdulillah). I think I should continue to sleep but I haven&amp;#39;t packed for Cherating trip! Grrr.. Why oh why do I have to be sick when the husband is not around?? Grr.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t eaten anything for dinner so I haven&amp;#39;t taken any medicine. Yeah.. Yeah.. So what? I&amp;#39;m too busy mourning for my pathetic home-alone situation that I actually haven&amp;#39;t really been eating much these past couple of days. I only had McD&amp;#39;s chicken porridge at 4pm yesterday after spending the morning cleaning up the house (and boy, I&amp;#39;m proud of the work done! Hee~). And I ate a few (yes, a few) deep fried shrimps at nite. And today I ate nasi lemak at 11am and a couple of coconut cookies frm Subway later and that&amp;#39;s it. Not healthy, I know. But I seriously don&amp;#39;t feel like eating. Not when I&amp;#39;m alone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, I&amp;#39;m not hopeless. I know I&amp;#39;m independent. I can eat on my own. I shop best when I&amp;#39;m on my own. I can drive to wherever I want. Heck, I can go watch movies alone if I want. But I don&amp;#39;t. Not when I&amp;#39;m sick. I wanna be cared for. I wanna be loved. Is that too much to ask? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To all of you who has attention from your boyfriends/fiances/husbands...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m jealous as hell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now go away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grr. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1343004374395429381?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1343004374395429381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1343004374395429381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1343004374395429381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1343004374395429381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/battle-with-sms-goddess-part-ii.html' title='Battle with the SMS-Goddess part II'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-6374727408632096591</id><published>2009-06-24T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:12:41.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle with the SMS Goddess</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s 2.17 am and I still can&amp;#39;t sleep. I&amp;#39;m having trouble with my nose and throat. Been sneezing quite a lot. And I have a bad headache. I&amp;#39;m pretty sure I&amp;#39;d have to take medical leave tomorrow.. Lemme see.. Hmm.. Yup.. Don&amp;#39;t think I have very urgent matters to attend to tomorrow. I can do the T-shirt tagging for this weekend&amp;#39;s trip to Cherating on Thursday. Thank God I finished up the other tasks earlier. &lt;p&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t been writing for a couple of weeks (maybe more? Or less? I forgot the last post date as I&amp;#39;m writing frm my phone now) - the lyrics and food review don&amp;#39;t count, really. I have been too busy and tired that I didn&amp;#39;t have time to sit down and write whatever&amp;#39;s bugging my mind. All I did was tell Eein every single detail. What would I do without her and Add?       &lt;p&gt;Last weekend, KSF (that&amp;#39;s my company&amp;#39;s sports club - in which I am the president haha) had a Badminton Tournament. It was a good event, a lot of ppl turned up and aside from this one annoying participant, we had a great time. But prior to that, I received two nasty emails frm a Mr. N claiming that we didn&amp;#39;t accept his participation on purpose and that I don&amp;#39;t need to explain anything because he knew that there&amp;#39;s politics inside the club.. That&amp;#39;s the gist of it lah.. Because like I said it was pretty nasty and not to mention straight up rude. I was hurt that he questioned my credibility. What if I&amp;#39;m an experienced 40-yr old guy..? He wouldn&amp;#39;t sent that email kan?? Just because I&amp;#39;m young and a female.. &lt;p&gt;I ended up replying with the attitude of a true lady (ha!) and c.c-ed the email to all the committees and all his department staff. He shut his mouth (or stop his fingers?) ever since. But I&amp;#39;m meeting him this weekend at Cherating. I don&amp;#39;t know how would he react, would he still be rude? How would I react if he does?? Uh..    &lt;p&gt;Well of course, I can&amp;#39;t fulfill everyone&amp;#39;s wishes.. I know at some point, some people wouldn&amp;#39;t like something.. I just hope that they can have a lil manners. Ape mak bapak korang tak ajar ke cakap baik2? Kalau rasa terer sgt jadikla president nx year ye.. &lt;p&gt;Nyway, We simply can&amp;#39;t make everyone happy.. But for the first time since I started working I feel pressured by my job. And this presidency thing is not even my real job! I will now learn how to ignore ppl and their foul mouths. &lt;p&gt;Lagi satu rumors.. Ade ke kata aku ni ade kaitan sedara mara dgn CEO? Oh please.. Ms aku interview he wasn&amp;#39;t even the CEO yet. When I started working it took him a couple of months to start recognising me. God.. Things that ppl make up! Totally scary. Mcmana agaknya jd celebrity? Stress gile. - to be continued&lt;p&gt;Continued at 8.04 am -&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m not going to the office today. The flu is killing me! Sakitnya kepala.. Dahla hati tengah sakit. And no one is here to care for me.. :-(&lt;p&gt;Btw, I have this one question.. Who do u call when u can&amp;#39;t sleep? Who would get up and talk to you even when they were sound asleep? Who wouldn&amp;#39;t mind splashing water on their faces and risk waking up late just to ensure that you have a companion thru out the nite?&lt;p&gt;Think.  &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-6374727408632096591?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6374727408632096591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=6374727408632096591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6374727408632096591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/6374727408632096591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/battle-with-sms-goddess.html' title='Battle with the SMS Goddess'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-8832652330258137982</id><published>2009-06-22T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:41:26.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Mama Do by Pixie Lott</title><content type='html'>Everynight I go&lt;br /&gt;Everynight I go&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking out the door&lt;br /&gt;I lie a little more&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something ‘bout the night&lt;br /&gt;And the way it hides all the things I like&lt;br /&gt;Little black butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would my mama do&lt;br /&gt;If she knew ‘bout me and you?&lt;br /&gt;What would my daddy say&lt;br /&gt;If he saw me hurt this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I feel ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty at the mention of your name&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again&lt;br /&gt;It’s nearly perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would my mama do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things a girl should know&lt;br /&gt;Are the things she can’t control&lt;br /&gt;All the things a girl should know&lt;br /&gt;Are the things she can’t control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would my mama do…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-8832652330258137982?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8832652330258137982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=8832652330258137982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8832652330258137982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/8832652330258137982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/mama-do-by-pixie-lott.html' title='Mama Do by Pixie Lott'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-7167372599370428143</id><published>2009-06-16T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:01:14.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriend'/><title type='text'>FROM EIY'S FACEBOOK NOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcK6qthX5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/todxNDxaUX0/s1600-h/wajie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcK6qthX5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/todxNDxaUX0/s320/wajie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347755085539663762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kejadian ni terlalu lucu so i have to share... hahaha.. this is taken from Eiy / Elina's FB note - dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada kawan2.. aku saje nk buat announcement yg wajie digigit kucing nye Si Puteh... Lebih kurang jam 7.30 pm on 15th june while i was waiting for Maghrib i received 1 mms.. dengan subject yg berbunyi I GOT AN INJECTION from wajie.. (as in pic)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun call wajie on the spot but wajie tak pick up the phone.. after few minutes die text aku cakap die dok cr kucing die.. Then aku call die mandi plak.. Hish susah nak reach wajie today.. After tried a few times at last aku pun dpt laa kecek ngan si wajie nie...The conversation as below :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : Weh wajie ghano kirow mung?&lt;br /&gt;Wajie : Gitu laaa.. Kenow kekoh ko kucing.&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : Bakpo?? (panik jugok laaa time tu)&lt;br /&gt;Wajie : Tok taulaa dio jupow bapok.. dio takuk laaa .. (statement nie aku tok pehe benanyo..)&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : Pah mung ghano?&lt;br /&gt;Wajie : Aku nok g kak pesakit lua tp tuutp doh pahtue dio suruh aku g kak kecemasan.&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : (Selok suko dulu).. Betul ko keno kekoh kucing g kecemase? Jeng..&lt;br /&gt;Wajie : Aku masuk jupow doktor.. doktor tanyo aku bakpow.. aku jawak laaa CAT'S BITE..doktor tuu suko wei...&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : Gilow mung wajie.. Pah kenow inject ko ?&lt;br /&gt;Wajie : Kenow inject laaa kak tange aku.. Sakik tange aku..&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : Dio wie antibiotik dop? (soalan hok aku akn tny supo skalo..ore kijow spita kae..)&lt;br /&gt;Wajie : Dio wie ubat tehe sakik ngan antibiotik...&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : Bereh laa wajie.. aku nok wak status aku kak facebook nie.. kalu dop pom aku wak notes...&lt;br /&gt;Wajie: Gilowww mung eiy .. (wajie nepik...)&lt;br /&gt;Eiy : Takpowlaa wajie.. Mung rest laa dulu.... Bye...&lt;br /&gt;Wajie : Bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastue aku terus bluetooth kn photo die ke laptop aku n buat notes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-7167372599370428143?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7167372599370428143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=7167372599370428143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7167372599370428143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/7167372599370428143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-eiys-facebook-note.html' title='FROM EIY&apos;S FACEBOOK NOTE'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcK6qthX5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/todxNDxaUX0/s72-c/wajie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3750020199162336214</id><published>2009-06-15T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:36:21.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Review'/><title type='text'>Lunch @ Paddington's Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcaOs4TNvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/WYxpXv8awpc/s1600-h/IMG00812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcaOs4TNvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/WYxpXv8awpc/s320/IMG00812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771922393544434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcaOSHDxqI/AAAAAAAAA5A/1AxYVOjKKcQ/s1600-h/IMG00814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcaOSHDxqI/AAAAAAAAA5A/1AxYVOjKKcQ/s320/IMG00814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771915207689890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with my boss last week at my favorite restaurant, Paddington's Pancakes inside Mid V. They used to have one at Hartamas Shopping Centre but it's no longer there. I havent been to the one at the Curve yet. You can order anything from the menu... all yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3750020199162336214?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3750020199162336214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3750020199162336214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3750020199162336214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3750020199162336214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunch-paddingtons-pancakes.html' title='Lunch @ Paddington&apos;s Pancakes'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjcaOs4TNvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/WYxpXv8awpc/s72-c/IMG00812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-4922864887227061903</id><published>2009-06-11T09:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:39:52.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriend'/><title type='text'>YELLOWHERBIE IS BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Oppss. He is now known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;helloyerbie&lt;/span&gt;!! hahaha.. Such an interesting twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sightsofplaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;TRAVELLING THE WORLD - SIGHTS OF PLACES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-4922864887227061903?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4922864887227061903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=4922864887227061903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4922864887227061903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/4922864887227061903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/yellowherbie-is-back.html' title='YELLOWHERBIE IS BACK!!!'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-2772025343461016052</id><published>2009-06-11T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:18:16.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day. Plus a splitting headache from all the trouble I went thru. I swear I didn&amp;#39;t mean to hurt people (or things for that matter), it just happened. I might live in fear for awhile, I know some people are capable of doing crazy things without warning.. Scary thought, really. :-( &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-2772025343461016052?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2772025343461016052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=2772025343461016052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2772025343461016052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/2772025343461016052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-1006595919669613408</id><published>2009-06-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:39:58.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic nightmare</title><content type='html'>As if last weekend&amp;#39;s traffic did not stress me enough, I chose to have lunch at KLCC  today - of all places. There&amp;#39;s no way I&amp;#39;m getting a carpark around this psychotic traffic madness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel so stupid and I feel like crying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*ketuk kepala*&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-1006595919669613408?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1006595919669613408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=1006595919669613408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1006595919669613408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/1006595919669613408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/traffic-nightmare.html' title='Traffic nightmare'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-3025649288503492046</id><published>2009-06-06T09:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:31:44.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><title type='text'>weddings, schmeddings and engagements and what not</title><content type='html'>Weddings and engagements are all over facebook albums... Why oh why they have to get married during school holidays... bersesak2... haih... dahla sehari sampai 4,5 kenduri nak attend (kat kampung la) orang makan pun secubit. pening dan buat orang penat ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to YOU yang belum kawen.. jangan buat masa cuti sekolah please. cuti biasa2 hujung minggu je. tau! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sri &amp;amp; Abg Shap got married a couple of weeks ago (good for both of you for choosing a good date!).. Sri was my junior in university and Abg Shap was my senior..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBZetHNFwI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nWrPiSvHDk0/s1600-h/srishap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBZetHNFwI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nWrPiSvHDk0/s320/srishap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345871141729539842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations dear! *hugs* (to Sri okay.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleen got married last Thursday. All my CINTA HATI a.ka. the bestfriends turned up except for Anis who had to attend her brother's wedding back home. The akad nikah ceremony was held at her father's home at Changkat Kiara Bayu, Mont Kiara and the reception follows in the evening. Another reception was held at Prince Hotel the day after with Royalties and VVIPs as guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaD7XOETI/AAAAAAAAA34/8f2RhvHuAVs/s1600-h/aleen+akad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaD7XOETI/AAAAAAAAA34/8f2RhvHuAVs/s320/aleen+akad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345871781209968946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Arzleen and Dr Afzal after akad nikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBbCSzmN0I/AAAAAAAAA4o/Rz1kA9QG2L8/s1600-h/umahaleen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBbCSzmN0I/AAAAAAAAA4o/Rz1kA9QG2L8/s320/umahaleen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345872852654896962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During akad nikah. POSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBbB7ZEEQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KvomaeNu0qk/s1600-h/kwn2pavilion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBbB7ZEEQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KvomaeNu0qk/s320/kwn2pavilion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345872846369591554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at Pavilion &amp;amp; Bangsar at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaD2pQUWI/AAAAAAAAA4A/NV0h8_A67Ik/s1600-h/DSC05927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaD2pQUWI/AAAAAAAAA4A/NV0h8_A67Ik/s320/DSC05927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345871779943436642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gorgeous couple during the reception at Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling cuzzie, Nik Ros Afira got engaged last Saturday.. I didnt attend it because it was held back home. Rasa macam mimpi... Baru sekejap rasanya Fi disakitkan hati.. And now she's happy.  In fact, she's happier than before. Alhamdulilllah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaEYwiFTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WdPxcBPkjfA/s1600-h/fi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaEYwiFTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WdPxcBPkjfA/s320/fi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345871789100766514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaEJp6DVI/AAAAAAAAA4I/JOZ8j20uJDY/s1600-h/DSC05937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBaEJp6DVI/AAAAAAAAA4I/JOZ8j20uJDY/s320/DSC05937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345871785046445394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Dill &amp;amp; Abg Najib's wedding. They're not really close to me but she was my senior. Orang dah jemput kita gi lah. Hu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to the girls. Look how we grew up!! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBbCPGoKTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/MFNPXUp0vZM/s1600-h/cintahati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBbCPGoKTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/MFNPXUp0vZM/s320/cintahati.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345872851660974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above from left:&lt;br /&gt;Add, Sheela, Wajie, KuNor, Eiy, Dianne, As&lt;br /&gt;Small pic from left:&lt;br /&gt;Aleen, Anis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones below teka sendiri ye. Hiks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798419259711894634-3025649288503492046?l=stageandcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3025649288503492046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5798419259711894634&amp;postID=3025649288503492046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3025649288503492046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798419259711894634/posts/default/3025649288503492046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stageandcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/weddings-schmeddings-and-engagements.html' title='weddings, schmeddings and engagements and what not'/><author><name>her royal highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691127108598051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/ScsIQeBJAlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gjoWBeK1G5U/S220/abbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/SjBZetHNFwI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nWrPiSvHDk0/s72-c/srishap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798419259711894634.post-5008868700193108321</id><published>2009-06-04T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:43:12.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aleen's akad nikah II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sic0wAl4VEI/AAAAAAAAA3g/F736cVKuf3U/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA3NTUuanBn%3F%3D-792667"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BMfkibtOKo/Sic0wAl4VEI/AAAAAAAAA3g/F736cVKuf3U/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA3NTUuanBn%3F%3D-792667"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343297482295628866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kadi sedang memberikan khutbah nikah.. While aleen&amp;#39;s looking so pretty (and worried) kat atas pelamin. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When he&amp;#39;s done.. he asked aleen.. &amp;quot;Setuju ke?&amp;quot; Hee~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Awww.. How come during my akad takde org tanya pun dianne setuju ke tak? :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zal is now being &amp;quot;questioned&amp;quot; by kadi.. 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