<?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-10782165</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:39:35.750+08:00</updated><category term='chelsea'/><category term='children'/><category term='Princesses'/><category term='avram grant'/><category term='monopoly'/><category term='nadra'/><category term='footballitis'/><category term='tg02'/><category term='john terry'/><category term='advertisement'/><category term='nisa'/><category term='football'/><category term='work'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Purple Blue Orange</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4684094145267114134</id><published>2009-03-27T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:31:19.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making sense to not make sense</title><content type='html'>I just have to laugh at how small the world (or singapore) is. And the connections with people you know and their friends and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;Because not laughing about it would make me feel bitter.&lt;br /&gt;And how funny is it, that you trust people and let them know your thoughts. Your personal thoughts. And they agreed with it. Yet, they do things agaisnt that exact thought. very funny. It irks me. &lt;br /&gt;I irk me; my naive-ity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making sense, i know. Agree with me, and then go against it. go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a HIGH note, i'm enjoying my practicum in school, minus the ridiculous paper work. I have had high highs and low lows. But all is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that children's humour is one of the best type of humour there is. One antic/joke would cause me to laugh or smile to myself whenever i think about it. And the kids generously showered me with funny antics/jokes on daily basis. Just imagine how HAPPY i must be. very very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love how kids are very HONEST. they really do tell things like it is. no bends, no turns. Sometimes, they tell you things that you'd rather not know. And cost you a bruised ego. But you'll get over the honesty-shock and appreciate the brutal honesty that you'll rarely get from adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much we can and should learn from kids. SO much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4684094145267114134?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4684094145267114134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4684094145267114134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4684094145267114134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4684094145267114134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-sense-to-not-make-sense.html' title='making sense to not make sense'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8711304101031115922</id><published>2009-03-19T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:50:55.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't worry my life away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfQOcL7Fc4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfQOcL7Fc4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this video and had the silliest grin on. Yes, Im still stuck in Jason-land. And not intending to get unstuck anytime soon, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Hurrah to the March Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8711304101031115922?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8711304101031115922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8711304101031115922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8711304101031115922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8711304101031115922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/03/wont-worry-my-life-away.html' title='Won&apos;t worry my life away'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-2674675287272100585</id><published>2009-03-06T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:22:32.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR.A-Z</title><content type='html'>Jason and &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; superband was MORE than awesome. More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every little thing, is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jason. You rock socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-2674675287272100585?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2674675287272100585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=2674675287272100585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2674675287272100585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2674675287272100585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/03/mra-z.html' title='MR.A-Z'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8427234468744281363</id><published>2009-02-14T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:38:20.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask a Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2540216&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2540216&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2540216"&gt;Fifty People, One Question: Brooklyn&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/askyourself"&gt;Fifty People, One Question&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this video! It shows how diverse people can be. And it also shows that more often than not, there is someone else who thinks like you do.&lt;br /&gt;I like how the video vividly capture the people's facial expressions and honesty.&lt;br /&gt;A few gave simple straight-forward answers, of waking up on their bed. or waking up at where they're already at.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few duplicate answers. Which is really cool, i think. I'd like to meet someone who would give the same answer as i would for one same question.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there were creative answers like waking up to closets that transport us to other closets. &lt;br /&gt;And I laughed at "...thrilllerrrr with Michael Jackson!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to wake up to, tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my current situation of having to finish 7 assignments in one week, I would very much love to wake up to all-completed assignments, tied nicely with a purple ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;That would be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8427234468744281363?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8427234468744281363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8427234468744281363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8427234468744281363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8427234468744281363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/02/ask-question.html' title='Ask a Question'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8552202262709957080</id><published>2009-01-28T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:11:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SX_Z73YBRQI/AAAAAAAABZI/_igK3gpeYcM/s1600-h/DSCN1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296191309311198466" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SX_Z73YBRQI/AAAAAAAABZI/_igK3gpeYcM/s320/DSCN1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Izz just had a milestone moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He counted his blocks 1-4 &lt;strong&gt;by himself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 2 years 22 days old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that nice, endearing voice of his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as clear as water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8552202262709957080?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8552202262709957080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8552202262709957080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8552202262709957080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8552202262709957080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/01/gasp.html' title='*gasp*'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SX_Z73YBRQI/AAAAAAAABZI/_igK3gpeYcM/s72-c/DSCN1922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5382708569223840395</id><published>2009-01-28T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:55:37.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue is  the  colour (next to purple, that is)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2E_dJkOiuk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2E_dJkOiuk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beautiful Shade of BLUE.&lt;/em&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/10782165-5382708569223840395?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5382708569223840395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5382708569223840395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5382708569223840395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5382708569223840395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/01/blue-is-colour-next-to-purple-that-is.html' title='Blue is &lt;i&gt; the &lt;/i&gt; colour (next to purple, that is)'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5810306958738802408</id><published>2009-01-24T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:41:43.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KINZ-80TRPA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KINZ-80TRPA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...way up there, &lt;br /&gt;you and I, you and I..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM, I'll see you in March (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5810306958738802408?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5810306958738802408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5810306958738802408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5810306958738802408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5810306958738802408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-and-i.html' title='You and I'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8623173743653841269</id><published>2009-01-21T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:23:13.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift, called time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SXYCwsKTSEI/AAAAAAAABW8/FZF9VpKBUMQ/s1600-h/DSCN2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293421447531939906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SXYCwsKTSEI/AAAAAAAABW8/FZF9VpKBUMQ/s320/DSCN2315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" A lesson finds the common denominator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and links us all together, like a chain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of that chain dangles a clock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on the face of the clock the passing of time is registered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hear it, the hushed tick-tock sound that breaks any silence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we see it, but often we don't feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each second makes its mark on every single person's life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comes and then goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Enough time leaves us warm;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when our time is gone, it too leaves us cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is more precious than gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more precious than diamonds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more precious than oil or any valuable treasures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is time that we do not have enough of;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is time that causes the war within our hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so we must spend it wisely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...Time can't be given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But it can be shared&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Cecelia Ahern's "The Gift" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brilliant, isn't it? Those words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cecelia Ahern's books are like textbooks on life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An addictive-fun-to-read textbook, at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How often do we say "time is precious" and "time is money".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But have we used time wisely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do we embrace and make full use of the things we have and appreciate the people around us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or do we waste time chasing things and waiting for people we know we can't have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every millisecond counts. It cannot be exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, admit the many many seconds I've wasted.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting. And wasting.&lt;br /&gt;The later(s) and the maybe(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8623173743653841269?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8623173743653841269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8623173743653841269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8623173743653841269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8623173743653841269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-time.html' title='A gift, called time'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SXYCwsKTSEI/AAAAAAAABW8/FZF9VpKBUMQ/s72-c/DSCN2315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-282615838973559447</id><published>2009-01-10T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:24:13.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Child Syndrome and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWd7qbs0-NI/AAAAAAAABW0/iIJ8WRLdJtY/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289332256290437330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWd7qbs0-NI/AAAAAAAABW0/iIJ8WRLdJtY/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene: Tutorial Room&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[script may not be exactly accurate. But the main points are there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lecturer: Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: How old are they?&lt;br /&gt;Student: &lt;strong&gt;Youngest&lt;/strong&gt; is 4, &lt;strong&gt;eldest &lt;/strong&gt;is 11.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: How about your second child?&lt;br /&gt;Student: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;... She's about 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: &lt;em&gt;About&lt;/em&gt;??? Uh-huh..... the middle child syndrome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See, the issue circulating the middle child is so very real.&lt;br /&gt;Parents, please remember to mention your middle child's age when you're asked of your &lt;strong&gt;children's&lt;/strong&gt; age. We don't appreciate being known as between 4 to 11 years old. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;And please be sure of our age. If we're 8 years old, we're 8 years old. There's no &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The conversation in the tutorial room was rather funny though. No offence intended to said student. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So 1st week back to school was rather enriching. A few new lecturers, new (and mostly) interesting modules. And we finally had our first lunch at one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NTU's&lt;/span&gt; canteen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in a daze-mode though. But oh my, only 6 weeks of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Having many hours of lessons in a week can be rather draining. Especially if you have spent the past 2 months doing too-fun things and visiting too-fun countries like Turkey. By the end of the week I was so mentally-drained that I forgot what I wanted to say mid-sentence, jumbled up words when talking, and spelled "purple" wrongly. Everyone knows that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SFQ&lt;/span&gt; must be really off if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;-spelled "purple". That's almost a crime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But some of the tutorial and lecture session were really really fun. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-coded a Braille passage, learnt about children's motor development and how it could affect their progression as they grow, and practised story-telling. Ah, story-telling has never been such buckets of fun. With props and such. And I got to (sort of) play the guitar! So it was only 2 notes, as background sound during the story-telling session. Only 2 notes, and i struggled a bit. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, it was FUN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's just something very attractive about children's books. Maybe it's the illustrations. Or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; sentences. Or the endearing characters.&lt;br /&gt;There's just something very HAPPY about the books. That makes you read word for word till the end, with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, it's the realisation that there's always, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;that little piece of KID in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-282615838973559447?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/282615838973559447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=282615838973559447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/282615838973559447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/282615838973559447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/01/middle-child-syndrome-and-such.html' title='Middle Child Syndrome and such'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWd7qbs0-NI/AAAAAAAABW0/iIJ8WRLdJtY/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-6749359757482751161</id><published>2009-01-02T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:10:57.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 girls and a skyride</title><content type='html'>On 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December 2008, me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; mates, also affectionately known as the &lt;em&gt;shrieking girls&lt;/em&gt;, celebrated Sue's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE birthday celebrations. From the planning to the present-shopping and to the celebration itself.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we had fun. Buckets of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDukULejQI/AAAAAAAABWs/jLLkbbzuAbg/s1600-h/pic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287488270192512258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDukULejQI/AAAAAAAABWs/jLLkbbzuAbg/s320/pic1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a black-white-gold theme.&lt;br /&gt;Which included the presents and dress code.&lt;br /&gt;We had plenty of surprises for Sue. Who doesn't like surprises, really? Good ones, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDukJPHphI/AAAAAAAABWk/bvUhUk8sf0g/s1600-h/pic2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287488267254998546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDukJPHphI/AAAAAAAABWk/bvUhUk8sf0g/s320/pic2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we surprised Sue by showing up at her doorstep, sang her some birthday songs and gave her a slice of cake and 1/3 of the gift.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with gold crowns, no less. (Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Irk, no dinner photos. They are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rau's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yatee's&lt;/span&gt; and Sue's camera!&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, we gave Sue her ticket to the next destination we're going.&lt;br /&gt;And we drove off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDuj_Lrv-I/AAAAAAAABWc/bgPAJuuF24o/s1600-h/pic3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287488264556232674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDuj_Lrv-I/AAAAAAAABWc/bgPAJuuF24o/s320/pic3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the Sea @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtzewy24I/AAAAAAAABWU/quOh9EE56cI/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287487431219796866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtzewy24I/AAAAAAAABWU/quOh9EE56cI/s320/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;skyride&lt;/span&gt;/luge.&lt;br /&gt;And us shrieking girls live up to our name. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. With the screams and loud voices.&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;skyride&lt;/span&gt;/luge before, but that was during the day. Doing those 2 activities at night was a whole different experience. The view was simply breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtyfrgcwI/AAAAAAAABWM/aWTcn0MiECY/s1600-h/pic5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287487414286185218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtyfrgcwI/AAAAAAAABWM/aWTcn0MiECY/s320/pic5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUGE! Boxes and boxes of FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtx8QIvBI/AAAAAAAABWE/Qc4OJh1bWp4/s1600-h/pic6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287487404776143890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtx8QIvBI/AAAAAAAABWE/Qc4OJh1bWp4/s320/pic6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wondered around for a bit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oooohing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aaahing&lt;/span&gt; at beautiful and colourful lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtxXW-77I/AAAAAAAABV8/gdhN1taE4Lc/s1600-h/pic8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287487394872750002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtxXW-77I/AAAAAAAABV8/gdhN1taE4Lc/s320/pic8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the girls would scream "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt;....PURPLE!!" whenever they see anything purple (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtw44unaI/AAAAAAAABV0/BdzA_3rleCg/s1600-h/pic9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287487386692787618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDtw44unaI/AAAAAAAABV0/BdzA_3rleCg/s320/pic9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of us went over to T3 for chit-chat session over drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;, was yum.&lt;br /&gt;And talking and laughing till late late hours with these 3 ladies was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts next week! Which also means that I'll see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more of these girls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;No classes on Mondays, too!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-6749359757482751161?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6749359757482751161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=6749359757482751161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6749359757482751161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6749359757482751161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-girls-and-skyride.html' title='8 girls and a skyride'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SWDukULejQI/AAAAAAAABWs/jLLkbbzuAbg/s72-c/pic1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5420722246884666273</id><published>2008-12-29T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:28:09.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hotairballoon.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;background music: Ordinary Day by Emilie Mover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want to send out a gazillion bouquet"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5420722246884666273?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5420722246884666273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5420722246884666273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5420722246884666273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5420722246884666273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-fly.html' title='Let&apos;s fly.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8746685447975244380</id><published>2008-12-25T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:40:41.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of beautiful words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People, like houses, hold their secrets. Sometimes the secrets inhabit&lt;br /&gt;them, sometimes they inhabit their secrets. They wrap their arms tight to hug&lt;br /&gt;them close, twist their tongues around the truth....&lt;br /&gt;....people who, not unlike parcels, hide secrets, who cover themselves with layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-- The Gift by Cecelia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cecelia always seemed to make sense. Her books are more than just books.&lt;br /&gt;With words streamed nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing&lt;br /&gt;sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off&lt;br /&gt;the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's&lt;br /&gt;completely silent. You would think as it's so important it would make the&lt;br /&gt;loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort some sort of&lt;br /&gt;ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's&lt;br /&gt;silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the&lt;br /&gt;pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-- 'If you could see me now' by Cecelia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How beautiful, those words. Something seemingly simple, being described so precisely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everyone has different therapeutic means; an avenue for us to express, or relax.&lt;br /&gt;It could be drawing, painting.&lt;br /&gt;Or singing out loud. Or whispering songs so soft, only you can hear.&lt;br /&gt;Something that we are good at. Something that we enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;And something that feels right to, and for, us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For me, being around kids is therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;Just hearing their laughter and voices.&lt;br /&gt;And being part of them.&lt;br /&gt;Reading books is therapeutic too. With something to munch on, preferably. And a nice sofa or bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8746685447975244380?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8746685447975244380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8746685447975244380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8746685447975244380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8746685447975244380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-beautiful-words.html' title='Of beautiful words.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4629067708088257125</id><published>2008-12-25T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:30:33.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</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/_l63YqctbKxo/SVJo53gx2vI/AAAAAAAABVk/vfMIc3leenA/s1600-h/DSCN1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SVJo53gx2vI/AAAAAAAABVk/vfMIc3leenA/s320/DSCN1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283400656222280434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When will i watch you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at Stamford Bridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been about 5 months since the day I watched my beloved Chelsea played LIVE at the Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt; Stadium. It's a blur now. No surprise, since i have a memory capacity of a teaspoon. But i still remember the feeling of pure happiness when i first saw the players, right before my eyes. It felt great, being there. Surrounded by Chelsea fans alike, and knowing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; only 20-feet away from the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many many things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to do, is to watch Chelsea play at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homeground&lt;/span&gt; - Stamford Bridge. And the desire to go there escalated when i was looking through  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Faezah's&lt;/span&gt; pictures of her in Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nou&lt;/span&gt;, watching her Barcelona beat Real Madrid 2-0. It's Barcelona vs Real Madrid!! 2 Spanish football giants, no less. I was looking at her pictures with a wide smile plastered on my face. And imagining myself in Stamford Bridge, watching Chelsea beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ManU&lt;/span&gt; 2-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bitten by the travel bug, i think. I'd like to travel at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;, I'm aiming for London either 2010 or 2011.&lt;br /&gt;To include watching Chelsea at Stamford Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;And visiting Madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tussauds&lt;/span&gt; London (They have wax figures of Brad Pitt and Prince William!)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of money, a must. I'm guessing match tickets would cost at least S$200?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Faezah&lt;/span&gt; paid much more than that. And she said it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is. For the atmosphere, the experience, and the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone keen to be travel partners for this trip? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4629067708088257125?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4629067708088257125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4629067708088257125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4629067708088257125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4629067708088257125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SVJo53gx2vI/AAAAAAAABVk/vfMIc3leenA/s72-c/DSCN1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-6445035162159832824</id><published>2008-12-23T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:03:20.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SVDEWMU6TjI/AAAAAAAABVc/FuZXrUCKizo/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282938248450690610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SVDEWMU6TjI/AAAAAAAABVc/FuZXrUCKizo/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're near-ideal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet, and nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, maybe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, we belong in different maps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you, when i see you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--SFQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-6445035162159832824?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6445035162159832824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=6445035162159832824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6445035162159832824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6445035162159832824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long.html' title='So long.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SVDEWMU6TjI/AAAAAAAABVc/FuZXrUCKizo/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4491673305596342848</id><published>2008-12-20T00:08:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:55:05.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey (:</title><content type='html'>Ah, Turkey was awesome. Just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got so attached to the place. And i miss Turkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXbpJ8m8I/AAAAAAAABU0/XUFkOMDl0cQ/s1600-h/pic01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281551857926052802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXbpJ8m8I/AAAAAAAABU0/XUFkOMDl0cQ/s320/pic01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt; was pretty awesome. The entertainment system definitely made the long plane ride (about 11-12 hours) rather pleasant. I watched awesome movies like the sisterhood of the travelling pants 2, crash and love actually. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;likeeee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The transit stop at Dubai helps too. I heart duty-free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXbq6HeeI/AAAAAAAABUs/M1c4u_miO98/s1600-h/pic02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281551858396527074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXbq6HeeI/AAAAAAAABUs/M1c4u_miO98/s320/pic02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the purple-blue theme of the seats, blankets and pillows. Good choice of colours, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First stop: Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXbN5BhzI/AAAAAAAABUk/KWlDW39oUfM/s1600-h/pic03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281551850607314738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXbN5BhzI/AAAAAAAABUk/KWlDW39oUfM/s320/pic03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At an area near the Blue Mosque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXa_TfEgI/AAAAAAAABUc/VJBwS5kH0vc/s1600-h/pic04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281551846691770882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXa_TfEgI/AAAAAAAABUc/VJBwS5kH0vc/s320/pic04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Blue Mosque. Also known as '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SultanAhmet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Camii&lt;/span&gt;'. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Camii&lt;/span&gt;' is mosque in Turkish language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvdlaPhP1I/AAAAAAAABVE/WH34VSWAbFg/s1600-h/pic06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281558622791352146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvdlaPhP1I/AAAAAAAABVE/WH34VSWAbFg/s320/pic06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful interior of the Blue Mosque. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvdlAUy2dI/AAAAAAAABU8/ZWk3Aqq9Gtk/s1600-h/pic05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281558615834155474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvdlAUy2dI/AAAAAAAABU8/ZWk3Aqq9Gtk/s320/pic05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where i was standing and which angle i was looking at, the mosque is absolutely stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUyw_91I9wI/AAAAAAAABVU/uronz6F0irA/s1600-h/pic76.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281791075974444802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUyw_91I9wI/AAAAAAAABVU/uronz6F0irA/s320/pic76.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hagia&lt;/span&gt; Sofia Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVoi3gYHI/AAAAAAAABUE/BqpVcXN4zO0/s1600-h/pic07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549880553136242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVoi3gYHI/AAAAAAAABUE/BqpVcXN4zO0/s320/pic07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were autumn and winter trees almost everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt really magical, with the yellowish leaves and whitish bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVonYCI-I/AAAAAAAABT8/6qzQur2aaBE/s1600-h/pic08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549881763308514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVonYCI-I/AAAAAAAABT8/6qzQur2aaBE/s320/pic08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Topkapi&lt;/span&gt; Palace, a museum that showcases porcelains and treasuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVoJLbOtI/AAAAAAAABT0/t7fnXDospt0/s1600-h/pic09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549873657363154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVoJLbOtI/AAAAAAAABT0/t7fnXDospt0/s320/pic09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how it seemed that the buildings are layered, due to slopes and hills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i like how it's easy to spot a mosque from far due to its distinctive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;features&lt;/span&gt;. Istanbul itself has over 2,000 mosques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; stop: Ankara (capital of Turkey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVNUc_x5I/AAAAAAAABTs/wxyNZm02SfQ/s1600-h/pic10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549412827383698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVNUc_x5I/AAAAAAAABTs/wxyNZm02SfQ/s320/pic10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE red roses outside the Ataturk Mausoleum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVNPLtedI/AAAAAAAABTk/v05g3LDFPUk/s1600-h/pic11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549411412703698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVNPLtedI/AAAAAAAABTk/v05g3LDFPUk/s320/pic11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And equally-HUGE white roses too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVMizPwmI/AAAAAAAABTc/enxo6UWsB00/s1600-h/pic12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549399498932834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVMizPwmI/AAAAAAAABTc/enxo6UWsB00/s320/pic12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Mausoleum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVMJpP3fI/AAAAAAAABTU/PjTU1bbAl_M/s1600-h/pic13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549392746110450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVMJpP3fI/AAAAAAAABTU/PjTU1bbAl_M/s320/pic13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very cold in Istanbul when we first touched down. The temperature was about 14 degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt;. But as we travelled to the inner areas of Turkey, the temperature began to drop. Ankara was rather cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd stop: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temperature was lowest at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt;, i think. It was 2 degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; at one point. But the tour guide mentioned that it could go below zero when it's windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVL9BBnJI/AAAAAAAABTM/Eo66xJHmJeU/s1600-h/pic14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281549389356178578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvVL9BBnJI/AAAAAAAABTM/Eo66xJHmJeU/s320/pic14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode the hot air balloon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered in one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; class, we were asked to share of one thing that we would like to do. Mine was to ride the hot air balloon in Europe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may argue that Turkey is not exactly Europe, especially since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt; is at the Asian part of Turkey. But hey, it's close enough. So another wish, fulfilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to leave the hotel early in the morning at 6 to the balloon place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was worth every cent. Worth, it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUJacWAcI/AAAAAAAABTE/_2T_hQHLqtc/s1600-h/pic15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281548246204154306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUJacWAcI/AAAAAAAABTE/_2T_hQHLqtc/s320/pic15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath-taking view, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUIzCpq6I/AAAAAAAABS8/OkvVn0a7sQc/s1600-h/pic16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281548235627408290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUIzCpq6I/AAAAAAAABS8/OkvVn0a7sQc/s320/pic16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many hot air balloon companies. So we got to see different-colored balloons flew at different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUIUqFx_I/AAAAAAAABS0/hK3TAjOo_zI/s1600-h/pic17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281548227471329266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUIUqFx_I/AAAAAAAABS0/hK3TAjOo_zI/s320/pic17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gorgeous features and landscape God created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was mesmerised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUIDHwX5I/AAAAAAAABSs/N0M9za1DYsY/s1600-h/pic18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281548222763917202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUIDHwX5I/AAAAAAAABSs/N0M9za1DYsY/s320/pic18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always have a fascination for clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be above the clouds, was just amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUH65DFYI/AAAAAAAABSk/RBO0Os71ekg/s1600-h/pic19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281548220554745218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvUH65DFYI/AAAAAAAABSk/RBO0Os71ekg/s320/pic19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how our balloon looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR65u5-PI/AAAAAAAABSc/RrZmyIgcpWs/s1600-h/pic20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545797882214642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR65u5-PI/AAAAAAAABSc/RrZmyIgcpWs/s320/pic20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greens and the browns and the whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR6sKnSJI/AAAAAAAABSU/wSyPL1H7xqU/s1600-h/pic21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545794240333970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR6sKnSJI/AAAAAAAABSU/wSyPL1H7xqU/s320/pic21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took over 100 pictures during the balloon ride, no kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR6Wa6FrI/AAAAAAAABSM/8wZYJ-Oqm-I/s1600-h/pic22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545788403095218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR6Wa6FrI/AAAAAAAABSM/8wZYJ-Oqm-I/s320/pic22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Goreme&lt;/span&gt; Open-Air Museum'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR6PA2ywI/AAAAAAAABSE/HSQ8Poiao6U/s1600-h/pic23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545786414779138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR6PA2ywI/AAAAAAAABSE/HSQ8Poiao6U/s320/pic23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to live in this place. So we got to see the living areas and kitchens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR51Lev-I/AAAAAAAABR8/k7uVsvXVclw/s1600-h/pic24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545779480018914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvR51Lev-I/AAAAAAAABR8/k7uVsvXVclw/s320/pic24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had Turkish ice cream! Yes, we ate ice cream when it was 2 degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; outside. But the ice cream tasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0_pSxXI/AAAAAAAABR0/cRGsHkDmg3A/s1600-h/pic25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544596878443890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0_pSxXI/AAAAAAAABR0/cRGsHkDmg3A/s320/pic25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a pottery place where this man showed us how he made those beautiful Turkish pots and plates. He doesn't speak much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; so our tour guide translated what he said, to us. But i really really like the sound of Turkish language, even when no words made sense to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's something about Turkish men which i find rather endearing. I think it's their confidence, charm and delightful sense of humor. There doesn't seem to be anything lame about their jokes. It's just always honestly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0vllQbI/AAAAAAAABRs/prY2YQbKdQ4/s1600-h/pic26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544592567910834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0vllQbI/AAAAAAAABRs/prY2YQbKdQ4/s320/pic26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eating places we were brought to were awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of the places. It is situated underneath a sort-of-mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0lH1q6I/AAAAAAAABRk/h45nM5tdcR4/s1600-h/pic27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544589758802850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0lH1q6I/AAAAAAAABRk/h45nM5tdcR4/s320/pic27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a really cool setting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a picky eater. So i find the food pretty good. We were really well-fed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With soup and bread as starters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;followed&lt;/span&gt; by salad, main course and dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE their dessert. It's really really sweet. Maybe that's why i like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate pudding, yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0EZHKhI/AAAAAAAABRc/4usN_SMVRxQ/s1600-h/pic28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544580972882450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQ0EZHKhI/AAAAAAAABRc/4usN_SMVRxQ/s320/pic28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are known as 'fairy chimneys', which are formed by continual erosion by rain, snow and wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQzr7bVXI/AAAAAAAABRU/PIAYAsze6s4/s1600-h/pic29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544574405924210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQzr7bVXI/AAAAAAAABRU/PIAYAsze6s4/s320/pic29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it snowed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i was practically shivering from the cold, it was lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful to Allah for giving me the opportunity to experience hot air balloon and snow all in one day. I was an overjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SFQ&lt;/span&gt; that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQanIoYYI/AAAAAAAABRI/zkoa6I3tubM/s1600-h/pic30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544143622398338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQanIoYYI/AAAAAAAABRI/zkoa6I3tubM/s320/pic30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with 2 ladies from the tour group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when it first snowed. And told anybody who would listen, that it's my first real snow experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQafocwKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/PxQzdTRUhDM/s1600-h/pic31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544141608370338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQafocwKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/PxQzdTRUhDM/s320/pic31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to the sky and allowed the snow to fall gently on my face. It felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i threw some snowballs too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQaC6bXYI/AAAAAAAABQw/Tz2eD8c9FjI/s1600-h/pic32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544133899148674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQaC6bXYI/AAAAAAAABQw/Tz2eD8c9FjI/s320/pic32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see things covered with snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the prettiest shade of white I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQZ3jRuJI/AAAAAAAABQk/mTMOPGEydRo/s1600-h/pic33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544130849257618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQZ3jRuJI/AAAAAAAABQk/mTMOPGEydRo/s320/pic33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Shoeprints&lt;/span&gt; were never this pretty too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed from 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; pm till late night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQZr5NNTI/AAAAAAAABQY/PjGyWlxBXQA/s1600-h/pic34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544127720011058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvQZr5NNTI/AAAAAAAABQY/PjGyWlxBXQA/s320/pic34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time morning came, it was no longer snowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was still snow-deposits on buildings and the ground. It was a lovely sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look at the gorgeous sky, a mixture of blue, pink and orange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP-9d0MLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kCtNgYe_VQM/s1600-h/pic35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543668580495538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP-9d0MLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kCtNgYe_VQM/s320/pic35.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how the snowflakes really look like those depicted in books and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me really appreciate tiny details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP-PkOknI/AAAAAAAABQI/Is6yD1ItCF0/s1600-h/pic36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543656259359346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP-PkOknI/AAAAAAAABQI/Is6yD1ItCF0/s320/pic36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; stop: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Konya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP9uRbdtI/AAAAAAAABQA/hhBYVdodJKg/s1600-h/pic37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543647322142418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP9uRbdtI/AAAAAAAABQA/hhBYVdodJKg/s320/pic37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Mevlana&lt;/span&gt; Museum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP9suv-iI/AAAAAAAABP4/v-r7JELpsxk/s1600-h/pic38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543646908250658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP9suv-iI/AAAAAAAABP4/v-r7JELpsxk/s320/pic38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another eating place, called the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;caravanserai&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP9GmoF2I/AAAAAAAABPw/ofRuGxc-4xM/s1600-h/pic39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543636673632098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvP9GmoF2I/AAAAAAAABPw/ofRuGxc-4xM/s320/pic39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many small mosques we saw.&lt;br /&gt;I like how we could hear the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;azan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;loud and clear during prayer times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPfg1w4bI/AAAAAAAABPo/GThBIJIx84I/s1600-h/pic40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543128320369074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPfg1w4bI/AAAAAAAABPo/GThBIJIx84I/s320/pic40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fave shots, definitely. The stunning sky and its colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about 530pm, at one of the toilet stops we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Turkey, dawn was around 520-545am, which is pretty much like Singapore's. But the sun sets early. By 6pm, it'd be really really dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th stop: Pamukkale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPfMmkuAI/AAAAAAAABPg/e3EdWnAk830/s1600-h/pic41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543122887948290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPfMmkuAI/AAAAAAAABPg/e3EdWnAk830/s320/pic41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Cotton Castle', known as Pamukkale. It's "created by deposits of white limestone from thermal springs". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPekiSVmI/AAAAAAAABPY/o4o6pnXQ474/s1600-h/pic42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543112132548194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPekiSVmI/AAAAAAAABPY/o4o6pnXQ474/s320/pic42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some ruins while walking towards the top area of the cotton castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPeSb8JLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/G1tVOkeWK3s/s1600-h/pic43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543107274089650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPeSb8JLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/G1tVOkeWK3s/s320/pic43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza said this picture is advertisement-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPd6d_vbI/AAAAAAAABPI/bsL1EWVswqs/s1600-h/pic44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543100840263090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvPd6d_vbI/AAAAAAAABPI/bsL1EWVswqs/s320/pic44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i made one, for fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOp8CuoYI/AAAAAAAABPA/Tw8o7Wis-WE/s1600-h/pic45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542207909568898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOp8CuoYI/AAAAAAAABPA/Tw8o7Wis-WE/s320/pic45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful features of the cotton castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOpfePcoI/AAAAAAAABO4/Ep7PeASg4gw/s1600-h/pic46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542200240337538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOpfePcoI/AAAAAAAABO4/Ep7PeASg4gw/s320/pic46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty purple flower stole the limelight for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my fave shots, surely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th stop: Selcuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOoe-VogI/AAAAAAAABOw/tbYlYjgVI9w/s1600-h/pic47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542182926656002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOoe-VogI/AAAAAAAABOw/tbYlYjgVI9w/s320/pic47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fascinated with this tree, and its nice-looking fruits and leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOny8wszI/AAAAAAAABOo/ej6DAktwnS4/s1600-h/pic48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542171108881202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOny8wszI/AAAAAAAABOo/ej6DAktwnS4/s320/pic48.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ephesus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is said to be "one of the world's most outstanding archaeological sites"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really IS outstanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOnwE-PDI/AAAAAAAABOg/t0CB958CePw/s1600-h/pic49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542170338016306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvOnwE-PDI/AAAAAAAABOg/t0CB958CePw/s320/pic49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with a great-looking sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6xxhoYI/AAAAAAAABOY/ie07wzijgzo/s1600-h/pic50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541397699207554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6xxhoYI/AAAAAAAABOY/ie07wzijgzo/s320/pic50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Library of Celsius' in Ephesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN61NsfyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/YjWd5dEEScw/s1600-h/pic51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541398622666530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN61NsfyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/YjWd5dEEScw/s320/pic51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christina and her mum. Lovely people and awesome company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6nfvlbI/AAAAAAAABOI/kgQztbUHtGg/s1600-h/pic52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541394940270002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6nfvlbI/AAAAAAAABOI/kgQztbUHtGg/s320/pic52.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 530ish pm, the moon smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th stop: Bursa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6Z5lPUI/AAAAAAAABOA/4ue9D4mIPcM/s1600-h/pic53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541391290547522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6Z5lPUI/AAAAAAAABOA/4ue9D4mIPcM/s320/pic53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street shops.&lt;br /&gt;I love how different shops have different coloured walls. Bright colours too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Singapore, the buildings tend to blend with one another. It's rare to spot shops or places with bright colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Turkey, they are all so colourful, but somehow the colours doesn't clash. In fact, they fit pretty nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6GjPkvI/AAAAAAAABN4/aPRtcY8nRg4/s1600-h/pic54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541386096579314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvN6GjPkvI/AAAAAAAABN4/aPRtcY8nRg4/s320/pic54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the Green Mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlVEAAZI/AAAAAAAABNw/L-1c7ZssrKg/s1600-h/pic55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541029214814610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlVEAAZI/AAAAAAAABNw/L-1c7ZssrKg/s320/pic55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a local village. I just love walking around the village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And meeting the ever-friendly locals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlUgr8-I/AAAAAAAABNo/Jx0QEpjwo7U/s1600-h/pic56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541029066699746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlUgr8-I/AAAAAAAABNo/Jx0QEpjwo7U/s320/pic56.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to take a picture with this purplish-blue wall. I'll paint the walls of my house in bright colours, i will. Someday, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th stop: Back to Istanbul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlECmJAI/AAAAAAAABNg/rzCsub-tKUc/s1600-h/pic57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541024645522434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlECmJAI/AAAAAAAABNg/rzCsub-tKUc/s320/pic57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a ferry from Bursa to Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlNkQV3I/AAAAAAAABNY/0pWFz9ezEOU/s1600-h/pic58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541027202619250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNlNkQV3I/AAAAAAAABNY/0pWFz9ezEOU/s320/pic58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These seagulls flew next to the ferry because the locals threw pieces of bread out, for the seagulls to catch and eat. It was quite a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNkoN6_UI/AAAAAAAABNQ/SfYK2ZxWYhM/s1600-h/pic60.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541017176833346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNkoN6_UI/AAAAAAAABNQ/SfYK2ZxWYhM/s320/pic60.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a ride around the Bosphorus River too, where we could see both the European and Asian part of Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNNdd6DjI/AAAAAAAABNI/WVNXfZ9dVAs/s1600-h/pic61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540619154099762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNNdd6DjI/AAAAAAAABNI/WVNXfZ9dVAs/s320/pic61.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A castle. They still exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMrZuuVI/AAAAAAAABNA/IVA67izO3T4/s1600-h/pic62.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540605714807122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMrZuuVI/AAAAAAAABNA/IVA67izO3T4/s320/pic62.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a super huge castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMX0844I/AAAAAAAABM4/5RssGc5DFws/s1600-h/pic63.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540600460272514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMX0844I/AAAAAAAABM4/5RssGc5DFws/s320/pic63.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxury houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMa26laI/AAAAAAAABMw/gq3EqEr58QM/s1600-h/pic64.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540601273816482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMa26laI/AAAAAAAABMw/gq3EqEr58QM/s320/pic64.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge that binds the European side of Istanbul to the Asian side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our bus drove on it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good to know that I crossed Europe to Asia within minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMG1x3eI/AAAAAAAABMo/mm30GIkloF0/s1600-h/pic65.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540595900341730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvNMG1x3eI/AAAAAAAABMo/mm30GIkloF0/s320/pic65.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An area near the spice bazaar/ Egyptian Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYxS7ClI/AAAAAAAABMg/P2CvQLt6zTo/s1600-h/pic66.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281537514920413778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYxS7ClI/AAAAAAAABMg/P2CvQLt6zTo/s320/pic66.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besiktas Stadium!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove past a few football stadiums throughout this Turkey trip. I was thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I were considering catching a football match there but we concluded that it wouldn't be very wise because from what we see, the fans going in to the stadium are all men. Furthermore, it was not time-permitting. Maybe next time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to watch a Fenerbahce match, please. There's Emre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYrBL3vI/AAAAAAAABMY/ZGL8fF8ly_0/s1600-h/pic67.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281537513235406578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYrBL3vI/AAAAAAAABMY/ZGL8fF8ly_0/s320/pic67.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taksim Square. It felt like Orchard Road, but with more crowd. Still, it was a really nice experience, shopping there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, meet the people who made this trip extra special and memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) My sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYSFIcBI/AAAAAAAABMQ/yGTMf9uTRKM/s1600-h/pic68.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281537506541072402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYSFIcBI/AAAAAAAABMQ/yGTMf9uTRKM/s320/pic68.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the few squabbles we had, i thought we made quite a good travelling-pair, especially the shopping bit. More trips, yes? =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The tour group mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYBPqZGI/AAAAAAAABMI/lWgloGitqOg/s1600-h/pic69.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281537502021837922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKYBPqZGI/AAAAAAAABMI/lWgloGitqOg/s320/pic69.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was awesome. Jenny (in green) really looked after us, especially at Taksim Square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina and mum are fun to be around with. And the 3 young ladies were good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The tour manager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKXkLzgZI/AAAAAAAABMA/rWMCsPzlang/s1600-h/pic70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281537494221029778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvKXkLzgZI/AAAAAAAABMA/rWMCsPzlang/s320/pic70.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark must be the bestest tour manager, ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was organised, funny and really easy to be around with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he helped us carry our many many many shopping bags back to our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The tour guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHx89CicI/AAAAAAAABL4/EKy6tu8GxJM/s1600-h/pic71.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534649011702210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHx89CicI/AAAAAAAABL4/EKy6tu8GxJM/s320/pic71.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestest tour guide, too. He fed us with detailed information of the Turkish culture and history. And he has that charm and delightful sense of humor too. His jokes are honestly funny. Honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The tour bus driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHv6sa8oI/AAAAAAAABLw/9hq7h7JVCE0/s1600-h/pic72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534614045389442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHv6sa8oI/AAAAAAAABLw/9hq7h7JVCE0/s320/pic72.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the bestest driver, no doubt. It's puzzling how he can squeeze through a narrow passageway with cars parked at both sides. And how he drove so smoothly. I felt really safe. Even when he was driving on slippery snow-cemented roads. Up the hills, and down the hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many would say that they would like to drive like Fernando Alonso or perhaps Lewis Hamilton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know, i would love to be able to drive like Mr. Farouk some day. Fearless and confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The Turkish people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHvoGYuuI/AAAAAAAABLo/3-EzaIEHGB0/s1600-h/pic73.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534609054022370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHvoGYuuI/AAAAAAAABLo/3-EzaIEHGB0/s320/pic73.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shopkeeper at the Grand Bazaar, with his son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, the Turkish people are such friendly people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice conversing with a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't manage to spot Ilhan Mansiz or his look-alikes. But i did saw a few Emre and Hakan Sukur look-alikes. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHvDWDckI/AAAAAAAABLg/jysfd9OE8Sw/s1600-h/pic74.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534599187624514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHvDWDckI/AAAAAAAABLg/jysfd9OE8Sw/s320/pic74.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a girl from the local Village in Bursa. She has pretty features and was very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHuzx8tII/AAAAAAAABLY/ZoQLxjm4_p0/s1600-h/pic75.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534595009655938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvHuzx8tII/AAAAAAAABLY/ZoQLxjm4_p0/s320/pic75.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During transit in Dubai, i saw this handsome boy and (shamelessly) asked his mum's permission for me to take a picture with him. It's a pity that the picture turned our blur-ish. But it's ok. His mum was really nice and the little boy was simply adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took over 600 photos in total. I've uploaded them in my multiply, if you would like to view them: &lt;a href="http://purplechelc.multiply.com/photos"&gt;http://purplechelc.multiply.com/photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;InsyaAllah, I would like to visit Turkey the 2nd time. Let's go, anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4491673305596342848?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4491673305596342848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4491673305596342848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4491673305596342848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4491673305596342848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey_20.html' title='Turkey (:'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SUvXbpJ8m8I/AAAAAAAABU0/XUFkOMDl0cQ/s72-c/pic01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3980807377253359110</id><published>2008-12-06T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:56:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURKEY!!</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished packing, yay!&lt;br /&gt;Meet my suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STpANzqq9XI/AAAAAAAABLQ/uwYZf9B6X0U/s1600-h/DSCN2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276600519369618802" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STpANzqq9XI/AAAAAAAABLQ/uwYZf9B6X0U/s320/DSCN2024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a pretty blue-pink-purple butterfly on it.&lt;br /&gt;The sticker made me happy. It has been unpasted for about 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's looking ever-pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see Turkey!&lt;br /&gt;The no.1 thing people has been telling me to do is to take lots of pictures! Sure i'll do (:&lt;br /&gt;And the no.2 thing people has been telling me to do is to look for/bring back them turkish guys. Akki said "Maybe you'll see some ilhan mansiz around, try to snap pics!" That got me laughing for quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;All jokes aside, I'm looking forward to witness the great beauty Turkey has to offer. Those incredible mosques and archeological sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my girlfriends who has sent well-wishes and funny messages, thank you! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-3980807377253359110?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3980807377253359110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3980807377253359110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3980807377253359110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3980807377253359110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey.html' title='TURKEY!!'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STpANzqq9XI/AAAAAAAABLQ/uwYZf9B6X0U/s72-c/DSCN2024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4857183261506918043</id><published>2008-12-05T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:45:50.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my mates</title><content type='html'>All these pictures are long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;Taken with the NIE mates. I am thankful to God for giving me the opportunity to meet these lovely people. Life at NIE is so so so FUN with them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=groups-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapbook,School" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/groups-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us 7 SNOs at the LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=groups-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapbook,School" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/groups-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun whenever we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=groups-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapbook,School" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/groups-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NED 104 groupmates!&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through hours and hours of tedious editing and research work.&lt;br /&gt;And learnt to accommodate one another's ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=groups-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapbook,School" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/groups-Scrapblog/groups-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the stories, which kept us sane while doing those assignments (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an ice-cream date with the lovely ladies. Which was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/ice%20cream-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=icecream-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/ice%20cream-Scrapblog/icecream-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Sue and Siti who drove us to places. InsyaAllah, when i get my license and purple car, it'd be my turn to drive you ladies around ok. =D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone singing out loud in the car to Michael Fredo's "This time around" was rather therapeutic. It does not matter that we sang off-tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/ice%20cream-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=icecream-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/ice%20cream-Scrapblog/icecream-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/ice%20cream-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=icecream-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes,Twinkle Toes" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/ice%20cream-Scrapblog/icecream-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome date, awesome people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch and games before we go off to respective destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/camp%20cum%20bbq/mind%20cafe/mind%20cafe%20and%20lunch-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mindcafeandlunch-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Love Blossoms,Love Blossoms,Love Blossoms" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/camp%20cum%20bbq/mind%20cafe/mind%20cafe%20and%20lunch-Scrapblog/mindcafeandlunch-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/camp%20cum%20bbq/mind%20cafe/mind%20cafe%20and%20lunch-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mindcafeandlunch-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Love Blossoms,Love Blossoms,Love Blossoms" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/camp%20cum%20bbq/mind%20cafe/mind%20cafe%20and%20lunch-Scrapblog/mindcafeandlunch-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;em&gt;kecoh&lt;/em&gt;. But we had lots and lots of FUN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/camp%20cum%20bbq/mind%20cafe/mind%20cafe%20and%20lunch-Scrapblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mindcafeandlunch-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapblog,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Scrapbook,Love Blossoms,Love Blossoms,Love Blossoms" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/NIE/island%20creamery%20date/camp%20cum%20bbq/mind%20cafe/mind%20cafe%20and%20lunch-Scrapblog/mindcafeandlunch-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have yet to post the camp/bbq pictures. But i'll save that for another day and entry. (Making scrapbook-picture is rather tedious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met up with the polymates recently. And it's the first time after a LONG time that ALL 6 of us met. Just a simple dinner with good company does make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3ofus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/3ofus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3ofthem.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/3ofthem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you girls, for the meetup and the talk. For the random talks on Girl Guides, ladders, dislocated jaw, Fajar Road and many more. The talks that got me laughing hard till i teared.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4857183261506918043?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4857183261506918043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4857183261506918043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4857183261506918043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4857183261506918043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-my-mates.html' title='Meet my mates'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8838391604720489233</id><published>2008-12-02T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:43:26.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast on sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had breakfast at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;With picnic mat and basket.&lt;br /&gt;And the hot, hot sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVMEw0dOrI/AAAAAAAABLA/YiiMLyK-x-E/s1600-h/DSCN1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206183242513074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVMEw0dOrI/AAAAAAAABLA/YiiMLyK-x-E/s320/DSCN1932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of bringing a picnic basket for picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVME6szVHI/AAAAAAAABK4/_p61UlK3r48/s1600-h/DSCN1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206185894761586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVME6szVHI/AAAAAAAABK4/_p61UlK3r48/s320/DSCN1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the lovely ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Food-shopping the day before was fun too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVMEfBCuqI/AAAAAAAABKw/fRCky8J-g_s/s1600-h/DSCN1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206178463464098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVMEfBCuqI/AAAAAAAABKw/fRCky8J-g_s/s320/DSCN1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Enn&lt;/span&gt; made TURKEY sandwiches for us, on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;She made it with lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;When you make food with lots of love, it will be tasty.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a very tasty and filling breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVMEDOKavI/AAAAAAAABKo/wYqpeEFhcrY/s1600-h/eggs+n+sandwich.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206171002301170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVMEDOKavI/AAAAAAAABKo/wYqpeEFhcrY/s320/eggs+n+sandwich.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sheena made yummy eggs for us! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLGbZREwI/AAAAAAAABKg/piyfLLCYrzI/s1600-h/DSCN1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275205112339436290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLGbZREwI/AAAAAAAABKg/piyfLLCYrzI/s320/DSCN1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a wrap-up, we had food salad with yogurt. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Kiwis and apples and blueberries and bananas. A healthy colour of green, red, purple and yellow. And white.&lt;br /&gt;We discovered that Sheena is good at cutting fruits. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SFQ&lt;/span&gt; takes forever to cut kiwis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling our stomachs, we walked and skipped on the sand and feel the water hit our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLGO-WXnI/AAAAAAAABKY/LxpxskPnd08/s1600-h/DSCN1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275205109005311602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLGO-WXnI/AAAAAAAABKY/LxpxskPnd08/s320/DSCN1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows are fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;A heart a day, keeps u smiling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLFmPIhcI/AAAAAAAABKQ/GTU-kotgPgY/s1600-h/DSCN1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275205098069853634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLFmPIhcI/AAAAAAAABKQ/GTU-kotgPgY/s320/DSCN1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;TWO do&lt;br /&gt;THREE words&lt;br /&gt;FOUR you&lt;br /&gt;...I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLFZZOzKI/AAAAAAAABKI/cfr3CzGCaOo/s1600-h/DSCN1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275205094622547106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVLFZZOzKI/AAAAAAAABKI/cfr3CzGCaOo/s320/DSCN1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun in the sun, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STXHluInAUI/AAAAAAAABLI/oIDrF1lKmik/s1600-h/4+Shots-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275341989387632962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STXHluInAUI/AAAAAAAABLI/oIDrF1lKmik/s320/4+Shots-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took turns with 4 different props- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Akki's&lt;/span&gt; bag, pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Enn's&lt;/span&gt; red shades, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Enn's&lt;/span&gt; camera.&lt;br /&gt;I think the hot sun depleted our creative juices, where the shots are concerned. Plus, the 10-sec timer.&lt;br /&gt;But we still had great fun, and that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, another meet-up after Japan and Turkey (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8838391604720489233?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8838391604720489233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8838391604720489233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8838391604720489233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8838391604720489233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/breakfast-on-sand.html' title='Breakfast on sand'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/STVMEw0dOrI/AAAAAAAABLA/YiiMLyK-x-E/s72-c/DSCN1932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7024479264830385244</id><published>2008-11-24T23:50:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:28:28.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witnessing Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>Since i'm all for being a kid when i grow up, why not start the campaign off with watching the Disney 3 Classic Fairytales, correct? Front row seats too (:&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i was a happy happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrXDU-0M2I/AAAAAAAABJ4/18pm4vwsJ8g/s1600-h/DSCN1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272262765962343266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrXDU-0M2I/AAAAAAAABJ4/18pm4vwsJ8g/s320/DSCN1827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brilliant stage set-up with pretty purple-blue-with-sparkles curtains.&lt;br /&gt;Front row seats was simply awesome. Everything was crystal clear. Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWXfMZqtI/AAAAAAAABJw/JH-ScuMg5Ho/s1600-h/DSCN1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272262012789435090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWXfMZqtI/AAAAAAAABJw/JH-ScuMg5Ho/s320/DSCN1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And purple seats, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWXLQIDPI/AAAAAAAABJo/tnDhlLiEv90/s1600-h/DSCN1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272262007436348658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWXLQIDPI/AAAAAAAABJo/tnDhlLiEv90/s320/DSCN1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sarah, my partner for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWXPf0cfI/AAAAAAAABJg/oyEvs438a3M/s1600-h/DSCN1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272262008575914482" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWXPf0cfI/AAAAAAAABJg/oyEvs438a3M/s320/DSCN1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i bought a gorgeous Belle purple mug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Love. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWWYMa9SI/AAAAAAAABJY/BAWEgx6xyso/s1600-h/DSCN1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272261993730602274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWWYMa9SI/AAAAAAAABJY/BAWEgx6xyso/s320/DSCN1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the show started off with goofy, minnie, donald and mickey reading the fairytales from a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWWY0uHrI/AAAAAAAABJQ/1ZzbLsSL374/s1600-h/DSCN1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272261993899630258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrWWY0uHrI/AAAAAAAABJQ/1ZzbLsSL374/s320/DSCN1839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was Snow White &amp;amp; the 7 Dwarfs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prince was rather dashing, i must say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVDxdCXKI/AAAAAAAABJI/sD8PnxAh2Xk/s1600-h/DSCN1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260574582037666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVDxdCXKI/AAAAAAAABJI/sD8PnxAh2Xk/s320/DSCN1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the evil queen/stepmother was convincing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her purple coat though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVD-ABTQI/AAAAAAAABJA/q06KF6Mea-0/s1600-h/DSCN1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260577949994242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVD-ABTQI/AAAAAAAABJA/q06KF6Mea-0/s320/DSCN1843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVDc_sEoI/AAAAAAAABI4/F7rfWus2Zcw/s1600-h/DSCN1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260569090232962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVDc_sEoI/AAAAAAAABI4/F7rfWus2Zcw/s320/DSCN1847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the dwarfs. The costume/mask are well-made. Doc, Sleepy, Bashful, Grumpy, Happy, Dopey and Sneezy look exactly like they do in books and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVCLoztII/AAAAAAAABIw/KK3rKQ7hP3Q/s1600-h/DSCN1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260547250992258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVCLoztII/AAAAAAAABIw/KK3rKQ7hP3Q/s320/DSCN1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather funny that the dwarfs are taller than Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVBUjca-I/AAAAAAAABIo/pepiF41AZxo/s1600-h/DSCN1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260532464544738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrVBUjca-I/AAAAAAAABIo/pepiF41AZxo/s320/DSCN1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are incredible, still. And the heigh-ho song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSV1VF8ZI/AAAAAAAABIg/elMWKBP3Zy0/s1600-h/DSCN1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257586325221778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSV1VF8ZI/AAAAAAAABIg/elMWKBP3Zy0/s320/DSCN1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little disappointed that Snow White laid on the bench instead of a transparent glass coffin, after she ate that apple. A bench! But no matter. The Prince did come to rescue her anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, they live happily ever after (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSV7D9h4I/AAAAAAAABIY/Giejcg8gVTE/s1600-h/DSCN1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257587863979906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSV7D9h4I/AAAAAAAABIY/Giejcg8gVTE/s320/DSCN1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Cinderella, who is pretty even in rags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSVfuf95I/AAAAAAAABIQ/X0vJIXeINSQ/s1600-h/DSCN1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257580526204818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSVfuf95I/AAAAAAAABIQ/X0vJIXeINSQ/s320/DSCN1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a pretty good job on the costume and make-up of the stepmother and stepsisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSVeahFXI/AAAAAAAABII/8-DJkPk6EdA/s1600-h/DSCN1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257580173956466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSVeahFXI/AAAAAAAABII/8-DJkPk6EdA/s320/DSCN1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i told you the stage set-up was brilliant. They have those door-openings, with little surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSVfLUvLI/AAAAAAAABIA/YSpj6jwwlFM/s1600-h/DSCN1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257580378668210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrSVfLUvLI/AAAAAAAABIA/YSpj6jwwlFM/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anastacia wore pink-purple dress la. My favourite colour-mix! What a spoiler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they were convincing enough, with the shrilling laughter and voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7mDZf1I/AAAAAAAABH4/1rCFaN04Hbg/s1600-h/DSCN1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257135547875154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7mDZf1I/AAAAAAAABH4/1rCFaN04Hbg/s320/DSCN1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Cinderella's mice friends? And how they pronounced Cinderella's name as Cinder-rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7vQx1BI/AAAAAAAABHw/vsS5zt7WcuI/s1600-h/DSCN1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257138019914770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7vQx1BI/AAAAAAAABHw/vsS5zt7WcuI/s320/DSCN1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous fairygodmother. Picture is blurred due to smoke that came out. Effects were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7ZBuQBI/AAAAAAAABHo/wwjgjk_d8d4/s1600-h/DSCN1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257132051185682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7ZBuQBI/AAAAAAAABHo/wwjgjk_d8d4/s320/DSCN1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fairygodmother worked her magic and gave Cinderella that beautiful blue dress. She went for the ball and met her prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7IgalzI/AAAAAAAABHg/02MbQj30kiw/s1600-h/DSCN1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257127616517938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR7IgalzI/AAAAAAAABHg/02MbQj30kiw/s320/DSCN1870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strike twelve! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Cinderella left one of her glass slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR661IMkI/AAAAAAAABHY/KCQGyM9CiHY/s1600-h/DSCN1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257123945296450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrR661IMkI/AAAAAAAABHY/KCQGyM9CiHY/s320/DSCN1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince Charming found her, and the slippers fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, they live happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aki, we're watching Cinderella next Jan!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPQln7KzI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lVeP85whl1I/s1600-h/DSCN1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272254197675010866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPQln7KzI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lVeP85whl1I/s320/DSCN1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast is next. The songs in this part of the show was really really good. "Be our guest" and "Beauty and the Beast" and the song about Gaston. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPQE346FI/AAAAAAAABHI/DSb7DW3cPpg/s1600-h/DSCN1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272254188883601490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPQE346FI/AAAAAAAABHI/DSb7DW3cPpg/s320/DSCN1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mention about the incredible stage props, did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPQNnHzQI/AAAAAAAABHA/7YPNcJN57wc/s1600-h/DSCN1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272254191229193474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPQNnHzQI/AAAAAAAABHA/7YPNcJN57wc/s320/DSCN1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little disappointed that Chip, the teacup, was not part of the cast. But i guess there is only so much they can include within the relatively short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPP3dfuPI/AAAAAAAABG4/W7tXEHXnkVU/s1600-h/DSCN1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272254185283238130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPP3dfuPI/AAAAAAAABG4/W7tXEHXnkVU/s320/DSCN1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shot when the cast sang "Be our Guest"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah and I &lt;strike&gt;had&lt;/strike&gt; has a tiny crush on the fork-guy, who happens to be Snow White's prince (i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPP65acXI/AAAAAAAABGw/_361YYJHpZU/s1600-h/DSCN1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272254186205639026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrPP65acXI/AAAAAAAABGw/_361YYJHpZU/s320/DSCN1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty, with Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOZY3tROI/AAAAAAAABGQ/2vmtMrT0GTk/s1600-h/DSCN1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253249358742754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOZY3tROI/AAAAAAAABGQ/2vmtMrT0GTk/s320/DSCN1886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see such red roses, i am always reminded of Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOZlfM1GI/AAAAAAAABGY/gMYHjGeroa0/s1600-h/DSCN1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253252745614434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOZlfM1GI/AAAAAAAABGY/gMYHjGeroa0/s320/DSCN1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaston, who also played as Prince Charming aka Cinderella's Prince. Convincing acting, i must add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOZ-oM7pI/AAAAAAAABGg/DNxMiUmjfTI/s1600-h/DSCN1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253259494256274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOZ-oM7pI/AAAAAAAABGg/DNxMiUmjfTI/s320/DSCN1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Belle told Beast that she loves him, the spell was broken and the Beast changed back to how he was before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...they live happily ever after. Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOaClmfpI/AAAAAAAABGo/8fjT50Xa2bw/s1600-h/DSCN1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253260557090450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrOaClmfpI/AAAAAAAABGo/8fjT50Xa2bw/s320/DSCN1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I like Minnie. I really do. But i'd like her better if she didn't just went in front of the princesses and princes when i took this shot. She blocked Snow White!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrN9d3wAmI/AAAAAAAABGI/q0mzDnsVyA8/s1600-h/DSCN1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272252769664762466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrN9d3wAmI/AAAAAAAABGI/q0mzDnsVyA8/s320/DSCN1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show was ending, streams of papers fell down. Since we're seated at the front row (yes, i have to repeat that multiple times), many of the papers fell on us. And kids came streaming out in front of us to play with the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrNhOfJ-MI/AAAAAAAABGA/uEnce9LZlc4/s1600-h/DSCN1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272252284498737346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrNhOfJ-MI/AAAAAAAABGA/uEnce9LZlc4/s320/DSCN1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had TONS of fun, we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney on ice: Disney Princesses next March!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7024479264830385244?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7024479264830385244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7024479264830385244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7024479264830385244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7024479264830385244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/11/witnessing-fairy-tales.html' title='Witnessing Fairy Tales'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SSrXDU-0M2I/AAAAAAAABJ4/18pm4vwsJ8g/s72-c/DSCN1827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5611886864937569861</id><published>2008-11-23T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:41:11.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty with kids</title><content type='html'>"it's easier to strike a conversation with kids.&lt;br /&gt;....becoz &lt;strong&gt;kids dun judge&lt;/strong&gt;. to them, &lt;strong&gt;everyone is equal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;....the beauty with kids are that &lt;strong&gt;they embrace diversity and differences&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-- Siti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti hits bingo with those statement about kids. &lt;br /&gt;We shared our experiences interacting with kids.&lt;br /&gt;And gave advices and views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti, i think we should set up a pro-kids club, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5611886864937569861?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5611886864937569861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5611886864937569861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5611886864937569861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5611886864937569861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-with-kids.html' title='the beauty with kids'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4294847573619216798</id><published>2008-11-09T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:40:18.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart ketupats</title><content type='html'>Yes, i know Hari Raya has ended some days ago.&lt;br /&gt;But October was rather busy.&lt;br /&gt;So Raya pictures has been organised only recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:540px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari raya 08/raya1-Scrapblog.pbw" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari%20raya%2008/?action=view&amp;current=raya1-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:540px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari raya 08/raya2-Scrapblog.pbw" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari%20raya%2008/?action=view&amp;current=raya2-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love Raya visiting with the cousins and family.&lt;br /&gt;Abundance of laughter and stories, guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:540px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari raya 08/raya3-Scrapblog.pbw" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari%20raya%2008/?action=view&amp;current=raya3-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little ones! The ones who always always brighten up days with their acts and innocence. And the ones who invite me to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Barney and Hi-5 songs together.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Barney and Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;Skipping and holding hands while walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You little ones are the essence of joy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:540px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari raya 08/raya4-Scrapblog.pbw" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari%20raya%2008/?action=view&amp;current=raya4-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super awesome ex-colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:540px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari raya 08/raya5-Scrapblog.pbw" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari%20raya%2008/?action=view&amp;current=raya5-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Princess friends!&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:540px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari raya 08/raya5-1-Scrapblog.pbw" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/hari%20raya%2008/?action=view&amp;current=raya5-1-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya with the coursemates was madness. FUN madness, so all is good. =D&lt;br /&gt;12 houses in 15 hours is quite something. and reaching home at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;But Oh My, was it LOTS of fun.&lt;br /&gt;The talks, the laughs, and the random acts.&lt;br /&gt;More random &amp; crazily-fun meetups, i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;And when school finishes and we get our diploma, I know I'll miss them.&lt;br /&gt;[We're going camping soon! yayyyyyyyyyy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4294847573619216798?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4294847573619216798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4294847573619216798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4294847573619216798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4294847573619216798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-heart-ketupats.html' title='I heart ketupats'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-9099538790358971335</id><published>2008-10-30T00:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:40:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am finally finally done with assignments for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;So now, i can look forward to cairo/istanbul! yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;And there are so many things i'd like to do. Like reading the 5-6 books that i so ambitiously bought but haven't read. And decorating the blank calendar i bought with the decorating materials (which cost more than my Chelsea tix last July). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with friends = awesome. Always.&lt;br /&gt;The stories, and the news.&lt;br /&gt;You people rule tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 540px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w478.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w478.photobucket.com/albums/rr143/princesses_at_heart/25 oct 2008/dinnerandbeach-Scrapblog.pbw" width="540" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s478.photobucket.com/albums/rr143/princesses_at_heart/25%20oct%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dinnerandbeach-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-9099538790358971335?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/9099538790358971335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=9099538790358971335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9099538790358971335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9099538790358971335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-258567319084123237</id><published>2008-10-23T23:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:06:34.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the light</title><content type='html'>"You'll be so proud of yourself once you complete them!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki, i'll vote for you for the person-who-is-always-always-right award. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handing up the 3 assignments on Wednesday, I can't help but feel proud of myself. 3 assignments in 4 days. It was madness. It was MORE than madness. But Alhamdulillah (and yay) i did it, i did it. I'm not so proud that i did it all in the very last minute. And i know I could have produced a much much better work if i started on those assignments much much earlier. People, doing all 3 assignments ALL in the last minute, is not to be proud of. Please don't model me. BUT, i'm locking my worried-self for now and letting my happy-self freeeeeee. I'm just glad I've completed those assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 1 more to go. I've granted myself 2-days break before i start on this last assignment. I better kick some bottom for this one. 1 assignment in 4 days sounds better than 3 assignments in 4 days, aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCctGE6psI/AAAAAAAABF4/so4scxf9Jms/s1600-h/us+@+PH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260376663308019394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCctGE6psI/AAAAAAAABF4/so4scxf9Jms/s320/us+%40+PH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people questioned my sanity in going out on Monday when i still have not completed those assignments. But truth is, I think i'd be &lt;em&gt;less &lt;/em&gt;sane if i were to go through with all those assignments and not meet these 2 lovely ladies in between.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, thanks for the much needed break. You both know i love the talks and laughter we shared (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever wondered how i'm still young at heart at 21 and forever cheerful and upbeat? (hah. self-assumptions and portrayals, i know). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Try hanging out with a 1year 9month boy whose favourite TV shows include Thomas &amp;amp; Friends, and Bob the builder. And a 6year 11month girl who draws triangles as body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My 2 little ones has provided me with endless entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of Izz eating prata. Look at how he tears the prata into super small pieces and dipped into sugar. I reckon he liked the sugar more than he liked the prata. &lt;br /&gt;I know prata is not very healthy, especially for a 1+year old body. BUT be assured that we don't feed him prata everyday. And eating prata helps in a child's fine motor skills i think, with all the tearing and the dipping. heh. ok, excuses.&lt;br /&gt;And i'd also recommend allowing children to eat by themselves whenever appropriate. It helps them develop faster, i think. And prevent the child from being too dependent on an adult. Yes, allowing child to eat by themselves = messy kitchen &amp; messy child. But hey, a 5minute clean-up of the kitchen (and the child) doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, video. Nisa's voice can also be heard in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/DSCN1677.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCcli_vRNI/AAAAAAAABFw/sadg4AIyvho/s1600-h/DSCN1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260376533631976658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCcli_vRNI/AAAAAAAABFw/sadg4AIyvho/s320/DSCN1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Izz, half-face covered with sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCccjPeK7I/AAAAAAAABFo/dGFFvY5RyHk/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260376379079142322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCccjPeK7I/AAAAAAAABFo/dGFFvY5RyHk/s320/DSCN1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa crawled underneath the table and of course Izz followed her. He always does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in giving children the chance to explore environment and things by themselves; allowing them to gain knowledge by experience, and not restricting choices. Of course you still have to be there; to ensure that the child's safety is not compromised. &lt;br /&gt;Discovery &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; pure.&lt;br /&gt;Pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;Pure innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Pure knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-258567319084123237?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/258567319084123237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=258567319084123237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/258567319084123237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/258567319084123237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-see-light.html' title='I see the light'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCctGE6psI/AAAAAAAABF4/so4scxf9Jms/s72-c/us+%40+PH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-2757536207554513940</id><published>2008-10-11T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:14:35.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Meg Cabot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPDKJursN8I/AAAAAAAAA0U/vru8P8EYhAM/s1600-h/ad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255923033640286146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPDKJursN8I/AAAAAAAAA0U/vru8P8EYhAM/s320/ad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meg Cabot, author of the Princess Diaries series, was in Singapura for a meet-the-fans session. I'm a huge Meg Cabot fan. So, OF COURSE i MUST go. And so i did. With Aki, who is lovely and agreed to come along (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that the ad says "All &lt;strong&gt;princesses&lt;/strong&gt; are invited to meet Meg Cabot". It makes the event feel really really special.&lt;/div&gt;I know technically i am too old for Princess Diaries. But i read the first book during secondary school and got stuck since. I'm just loyal that way, i think. AND the books have feel-good elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPDBPk-ZtHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/gcK3wFkc_HY/s1600-h/DSCN1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255913238508975218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPDBPk-ZtHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/gcK3wFkc_HY/s320/DSCN1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ah, I got excited already when i saw this poster outside Borders. Meg Cabot wasn't even there yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC_OyFzsMI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vU3bTbz_h4E/s1600-h/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255911025826574530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC_OyFzsMI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vU3bTbz_h4E/s320/DSCN1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she is! All pretty and glowy. Aki and i agreed that the black with pink ribbons coat looks so nice on her. In my opinion, it looks like it'd fit only her. And that it would have looked really ugly if any other people put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC_AMl4FyI/AAAAAAAAAz8/_VEEAh3Ch-k/s1600-h/meg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255910775242364706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC_AMl4FyI/AAAAAAAAAz8/_VEEAh3Ch-k/s320/meg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if writing books on teenage princesses makes one looks and feels young and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC-2iCdtYI/AAAAAAAAAz0/JCskTjeByes/s1600-h/us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255910609200723330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC-2iCdtYI/AAAAAAAAAz0/JCskTjeByes/s320/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shook her hands and took a picture with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes yes, i just had to blink, at that millisecond moment. Thanks eh, photo-taker. BUT, a photo with Meg Cabot IS a photo with Meg Cabot. At least i was still smiling. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[P.S: Enn, looks like Aki, Sheena and me has already gotten the close-eyes-in-picture disease. Your turn, next. ho ho ho]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC68bu3wbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/dAXnzLii0vM/s1600-h/autograph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255906312540635570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPC68bu3wbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/dAXnzLii0vM/s320/autograph.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes, she signed using a purplish-pink marker! How awesome and absolutely girlish. I LIKEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I'd like to wish all Muslims a &lt;em&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir and Batin&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raya post, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-2757536207554513940?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2757536207554513940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=2757536207554513940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2757536207554513940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2757536207554513940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-meg-cabot.html' title='Meeting Meg Cabot'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SPDKJursN8I/AAAAAAAAA0U/vru8P8EYhAM/s72-c/ad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5845715855040680812</id><published>2008-09-29T06:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:40:09.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar Dates</title><content type='html'>I have had 3 iftar dates this month and they were all AWESOME. So here's a picture-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rau's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABwNwWuJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j3oHfLEWZP0/s1600-h/DSCN1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199093351823506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABwNwWuJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j3oHfLEWZP0/s320/DSCN1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can girls ever successfully organise a surprise celebration? The person always somehow suspected that there is something going on before it happens. BUT, a great outing still. And Rau did seem a bit surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABrSSzZlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_-17MwYuSSY/s1600-h/DSCN1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199008670705234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABrSSzZlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_-17MwYuSSY/s320/DSCN1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School would have been much less fun without these girls.&lt;br /&gt;I like how we are all of different ages but it doesn't feel like so.&lt;br /&gt;These girls, they have hearts of gold. Maybe that's why they are in this career line (:&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can depend on them to catch me when i fall. With purple-coloured net, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAHd8GsFHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N4FF4qnGslI/s1600-h/DSCN1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251205376445781106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAHd8GsFHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N4FF4qnGslI/s320/DSCN1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to the Henderson Waves bridge! I'd like to go to the Alexandra Arch, one day. It's in my top 100 to-go list. But for now, Henderson Waves is good enough. I was HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAHjU-J6YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gtlwD2U5lxU/s1600-h/DSCN1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251205469020219778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAHjU-J6YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gtlwD2U5lxU/s320/DSCN1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i now have a fascination for bridges. It's lovely when you look down and see things shrinked to 1/3 its size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABlTkvnuI/AAAAAAAAAzE/m_THh_yup74/s1600-h/DSCN1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198905935175394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABlTkvnuI/AAAAAAAAAzE/m_THh_yup74/s320/DSCN1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, shrieking girls. We were so noisy, that people walked away from us.  But talking and laughing out loud has its therapeutic effect, i think.&lt;br /&gt;More meetups, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iftar with Princesses!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have known each other for at least 8 years. And it took us that long to have our first iftar together. As always, company was great. We were sooooo happy, it was silly. But i'd rather be silly and be with them, than be sane but be without them.&lt;br /&gt;The adventure started as early as after Maghrib prayers, when the girls were running towards the bus stop so as to not wait another 20 mins for the next bus. Thanks for making me laughed out loud =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABcgsDspI/AAAAAAAAAy8/81TRlCxusKE/s1600-h/DSCN1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198754836689554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABcgsDspI/AAAAAAAAAy8/81TRlCxusKE/s320/DSCN1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei Sushi was a really good experience. I am not a huge fan of Japanese food but that day, all the food we ate were tasty. See that black plate there? Tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABVxBsPvI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ARqDFBqN5mM/s1600-h/DSCN1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198638963310322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABVxBsPvI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ARqDFBqN5mM/s320/DSCN1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who i can never have lack of conversation with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl who played games on paper with me during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABNO54L7I/AAAAAAAAAys/D8mlYgnFuZM/s1600-h/DSCN1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198492364779442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABNO54L7I/AAAAAAAAAys/D8mlYgnFuZM/s320/DSCN1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl who has helped me through the best and worst times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABDeCTH9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/ONSqfYrKG-I/s1600-h/US!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198324627939282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABDeCTH9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/ONSqfYrKG-I/s320/US!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the powers...unite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAA_jdXyAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/7VCgWZ3SLRE/s1600-h/DSCN1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198257364191234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAA_jdXyAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/7VCgWZ3SLRE/s320/DSCN1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought along some of our secondary school days pictures. And we realised how much we really have grown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We winced at our sixteen year old self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed at high-waist skirts and funny hairstyles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAA2y0lMdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/CODpel9nfdk/s1600-h/DSCN1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198106869248466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAA2y0lMdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/CODpel9nfdk/s320/DSCN1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempura ice cream was YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAAqp-hJ6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/1BIDYKxasOQ/s1600-h/DSCN1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197898336577442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAAqp-hJ6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/1BIDYKxasOQ/s320/DSCN1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked to Pasir Ris Park. (Aki, I still really like your bag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAAlFIQtoI/AAAAAAAAAyE/SCjhIl6g5ns/s1600-h/DSCN1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197802545985154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAAlFIQtoI/AAAAAAAAAyE/SCjhIl6g5ns/s320/DSCN1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just talked for over an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reminisced about the good old secondary school days. And went overboard a little when we talked about our primary school days. It's sad how i cannot remember most of the things that the girls can. But talking about the past leaves a tingling nice feeling in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAAL6Oks1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/7RT2XKrO_LY/s1600-h/DSCN1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197370122941266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOAAL6Oks1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/7RT2XKrO_LY/s320/DSCN1487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to lovely girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iftar with DISE Mates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's nice to have all of us together, outside school hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The SNO vs SST riddle-game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pseudo con stories *points finger at Siti*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the great company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's have another outing, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SN__65FBJkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3xFN9wnhJZ8/s1600-h/mx2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197077756651074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SN__65FBJkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3xFN9wnhJZ8/s320/mx2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, i was rummaging through old photos and i saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SN__xgiRJ_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XNiUpfd8QKc/s1600-h/kinder+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251196916549625842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SN__xgiRJ_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XNiUpfd8QKc/s320/kinder+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try spotting me and Aki in this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you kindly study these faces and let me know if you're in this picture, or if you know anyone in this picture. Because I would love to meet up with any of them and have a good chat about our kindergarten days and where everybody is at now. I can't even remember their names. And it's disturbing really, not remembering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered that the uncle's name who drives us to school is Cik Ahmad. And that his van is brown-white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered feeling sad when I found out that Aki is not in my K2 class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered calling Aki and excitedly told her that my younger sister's name is also Aqilah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered that we have to bring our own school books to and from school. As compared to kids nowadays whose books are kept in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the boy (top row, 2nd from left), who passed me my homework when I had chicken pox and couldn't go to school. And i remembered that he smiled alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered during sports day, I had to ride on a girl's back, horseback-style, in a relay race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's about it that i can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, im officially going to be late for school. And i have a presentation later. yay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5845715855040680812?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5845715855040680812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5845715855040680812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5845715855040680812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5845715855040680812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/09/iftar-dates.html' title='Iftar Dates'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SOABwNwWuJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j3oHfLEWZP0/s72-c/DSCN1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3777239718448336139</id><published>2008-09-24T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:30:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i feel like sinking my face on purple goo</title><content type='html'>I like it when people make sense for me, when i don't make sense myself.&lt;br /&gt;I like it when everyone around me is as calm as the ocean, when i'm as crowded and chaotic as the present situation in geylang serai.&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people still gives me advice, when i don't feel like i want one.&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people laugh at my jokes, even when they are not very funny.&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people provide me directions, whenever i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I like that I have friends. Lovely, lovely friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-3777239718448336139?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3777239718448336139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3777239718448336139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3777239718448336139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3777239718448336139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-i-feel-like-sinking-my-face-on.html' title='because i feel like sinking my face on purple goo'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5251093592749702541</id><published>2008-09-23T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:25:15.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children see, Children do.</title><content type='html'>A groupmate sent the link of this video to us, to be included in our presentation on the Social Learning Theory. So i thought i'll share it with you people. Because the video, though slightly disturbing, has a very clear message on the influence adults have on children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZscS775ek8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZscS775ek8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, especially the very young ones, get ideas of action via observing and modeling. And it really is true. Like how Izz copycats me when i take big giant steps and went "FEE FI FO FUM" [see: jack and the beanstalk]. And when he saw how i blew bubbles, and does the same.&lt;br /&gt;So, be mindful of the things you do in front of kids.&lt;br /&gt;Because when children see, children do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5251093592749702541?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5251093592749702541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5251093592749702541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5251093592749702541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5251093592749702541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/09/children-see-children-do.html' title='Children see, Children do.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-6289993422472963391</id><published>2008-09-20T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:37:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When toast gets pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SNSknGCq2nI/AAAAAAAAAxk/eP4x4hAL-Nc/s1600-h/cfc+toaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248000457337133682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SNSknGCq2nI/AAAAAAAAAxk/eP4x4hAL-Nc/s320/cfc+toaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I own this toaster, I'll have those CFC toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And supper, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast--&gt; CFC toast with jam&lt;br /&gt;Lunch --&gt; CFC toast with tuna&lt;br /&gt;Dinner --&gt; CFC toast in curry&lt;br /&gt;Supper--&gt; CFC toast, dipped in hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome. If only it's a bit less expensive. 38.29 Pounds for a toaster sounds a tad too much, right? And that's not including the overseas delivery fee and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... i want. Tempted, so tempted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-6289993422472963391?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6289993422472963391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=6289993422472963391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6289993422472963391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6289993422472963391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-toast-gets-pretty.html' title='When toast gets pretty'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SNSknGCq2nI/AAAAAAAAAxk/eP4x4hAL-Nc/s72-c/cfc+toaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1136248403623600327</id><published>2008-09-09T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:59:22.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're happy and you know it, laugh out loud.</title><content type='html'>So i was at home and working my fingers out infront of my laptop when the telephone rang. My elder sister answered the phone and went "Hello. OCBC premiere banking". It took me 3 seconds to take in what she has just said. Then i burst. Out loud. Laughing, out loud. Eyes wet, tears streaming down and just laughing uncontrollably. I laughed so loud till the person at the end of the receiver could hear me, even when i'm 6 feet away from the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a classic example of thinking too much about work. So much, that you bring a piece of it to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i forgot how good a feeling it is to just laugh (freaking) out loud. Thank you sister, for the 2 minutes of therapeutic laughing session.&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/10782165-1136248403623600327?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1136248403623600327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1136248403623600327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1136248403623600327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1136248403623600327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-youre-happy-and-you-know-it-laugh.html' title='If you&apos;re happy and you know it, laugh out loud.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7846816642308675985</id><published>2008-08-28T23:42:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:07:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st on 21st</title><content type='html'>My 21st was A.W.E.S.O.M.E.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much to those who played their part in making my 21st extra special - from the meetups, to the phonecalls, to the SMSes. You people are the sequins to my purple socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lunch and Bowling with super-fun NIE mates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/my%2021st/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4771.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLmKx1Szu1I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ptULGGDnCp4/s1600-h/IMG_4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240372230146472786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLmKx1Szu1I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ptULGGDnCp4/s320/IMG_4771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls who planned the unexpected surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/my%2021st/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN1327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLjPQdVerHI/AAAAAAAAAus/xA07ZmZODPM/s1600-h/IMG_4786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240166048105147506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLjPQdVerHI/AAAAAAAAAus/xA07ZmZODPM/s320/IMG_4786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/my%2021st/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLjQJlv0OgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4-Qhd0VsyQw/s1600-h/IMG+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240167029615639042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLjQJlv0OgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4-Qhd0VsyQw/s320/IMG+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us! We're a party of 7 in NIE. One couldn't make it for this meetup.&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing how each of us are significantly different from one another, but we fit like the colours of the rainbow (and i'm violet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/my%2021st/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4812.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlikCo2YFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/iEMye7jcGrE/s1600-h/IMG_4812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328012745302098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlikCo2YFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/iEMye7jcGrE/s320/IMG_4812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bowling was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dinner with PPS darlings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/my%2021st/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN1341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLljJmxoCOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/iAFsWg6sdLw/s1600-h/DSCN1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328658100947170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLljJmxoCOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/iAFsWg6sdLw/s320/DSCN1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 things i miss about my previous job:&lt;br /&gt;1) The kids&lt;br /&gt;2) My clique of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy, the aunty who calls me aunty. I miss how she'd remind me the things that i have to do for the day because she knows I am freaking forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;Mu, the quadra-lingual. I miss how she's protective of me at work and gives me honesty-slaps when needed.&lt;br /&gt;Di, the no-nonsense go-getter. She's with me in the DISE course at NIE, so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Miniature golf and dinner with lovely poly mates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our first time mini-golfing. And it was SUPER. We didn't know Farhana has some talent in golf! I, on the other hand, was HORRIBLE at golfing. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;But i had great fun. So that's what matters (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/my%2021st/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN1351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlkI03PhcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/2X--yHvvYk0/s1600-h/DSCN1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240329744214361538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlkI03PhcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/2X--yHvvYk0/s320/DSCN1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls at the esplanade station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlm9B-gOPI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ss0PDKdVsM8/s1600-h/DSCN1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240332840110930162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlm9B-gOPI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ss0PDKdVsM8/s320/DSCN1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many things I like about the mini-golf session. But 2 things in my top-five favourite list are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) the fact that we have to take off our shoes and put on socks. because this way, my purple socks are able to see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) the fact that they have purple golf balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLln7vJz-cI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8nmFauZRHGc/s1600-h/DSCN1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240333917389846978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLln7vJz-cI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8nmFauZRHGc/s320/DSCN1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really should have bought one golf ball, for keepsake. Plus, it was relatively cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So silly, SFQ. So silly. Should have bought, should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlp7zDq1lI/AAAAAAAAAvk/QPEefo1MWEM/s1600-h/DSCN1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336117461079634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlp7zDq1lI/AAAAAAAAAvk/QPEefo1MWEM/s320/DSCN1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish to mini-golf has been fulfilled. That's one thing crossed out from my wishlist of 126 wishes. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlrqrQL9BI/AAAAAAAAAv0/d2pTVxY86KM/s1600-h/DSCN1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338022331577362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlrqrQL9BI/AAAAAAAAAv0/d2pTVxY86KM/s320/DSCN1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had another surprise birthday cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meetup with &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Princesses&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;August marks a HAPPY month for the Princesses because 2 of us turns 21! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aki on the 20th, and SFQ on the 21st. How fitting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLltNEsm7FI/AAAAAAAAAv8/SljzdnHvv_s/s1600-h/DSCN1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240339712788851794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLltNEsm7FI/AAAAAAAAAv8/SljzdnHvv_s/s320/DSCN1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're happy on that Sunday. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLltvEKn-tI/AAAAAAAAAwE/yh7y4QxJgxc/s1600-h/DSCN1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240340296761866962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLltvEKn-tI/AAAAAAAAAwE/yh7y4QxJgxc/s320/DSCN1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we received pretty watches as presents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine is PURPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlu7IAsHzI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ny2Ca7Jpxb4/s1600-h/sheena+n+enn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341603463995186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlu7IAsHzI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ny2Ca7Jpxb4/s320/sheena+n+enn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you girls, for the plans. The initial plan to stargaze had to be cancelled due to the rain, but you girls planned great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlvB6O-MKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/5ukgs5ehm-0/s1600-h/us!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341720024887458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlvB6O-MKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/5ukgs5ehm-0/s320/us!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The star shall TWINKLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heart shall spread LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun shall SHINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the moon shall GLOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a nice, cosy, cave-like space. So we plopped down and took some impromptu shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl4D3gLmHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RVAI_ULzizs/s1600-h/DSCN1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240351649256151154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl4D3gLmHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RVAI_ULzizs/s320/DSCN1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "don't smile" shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl4cChfIkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QAKwKp1shcI/s1600-h/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl4wMnHBCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Zhj9XDi7SaA/s1600-h/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240352410836599842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl4wMnHBCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Zhj9XDi7SaA/s320/DSCN1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "don't look at the camera" shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl5IbMWEdI/AAAAAAAAAxM/P3lO4jEQ5Io/s1600-h/DSCN1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240352827067732434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl5IbMWEdI/AAAAAAAAAxM/P3lO4jEQ5Io/s320/DSCN1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "I feel blue" shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl4cChfIkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QAKwKp1shcI/s1600-h/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl5OpZGkBI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WAJQLWrVo-I/s1600-h/DSCN1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240352933958553618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl5OpZGkBI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WAJQLWrVo-I/s320/DSCN1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The random shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlv17pgr5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/0eLW8iH3CXM/s1600-h/DSCN1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240342613757833106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLlv17pgr5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/0eLW8iH3CXM/s320/DSCN1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my fave! The "let's squeeze!" shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how this shot is just so girlfriends ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i suddenly thought about those posters of images with motivational message. Those you see pasted on walls of schools and some clinics. Like "teamwork" and "courage".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i decided to make one myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl2Z7UuPBI/AAAAAAAAAws/O45clGosTYE/s1600-h/girlfriends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240349829215697938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLl2Z7UuPBI/AAAAAAAAAws/O45clGosTYE/s320/girlfriends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. see, when SFQ was supposed to do school assignment, she choses to do this instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, appreciate and keep hold of your girlfriends. You may think that you don't need them. But you do. You really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm grateful to Allah for giving me special gifts in the form of girlfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ALL my girlfriends (from my sister, to my mum, to the princesses, to polymates, to NIE mates, to Lin, to my PPS mates, and [since it'd be never-ending if i list everyone] to the girls who I've been privileged to be friends with), you girls are total gems. &lt;3!&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7846816642308675985?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7846816642308675985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7846816642308675985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7846816642308675985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7846816642308675985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/08/21st-on-21st.html' title='21st on 21st'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SLmKx1Szu1I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ptULGGDnCp4/s72-c/IMG_4771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3820178980002912517</id><published>2008-08-20T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:59:22.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, you.</title><content type='html'>What I like about little kid's drawings is the simplicity of it.&lt;br /&gt;No rigid details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nisa drew me with 2 strands of hair- one on each side of my head - and a pair of star earrings. And about 2 cm shorter than her. So i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFQ: Ah, nice drawing. But how come i'm shorter than you? And can I have moon earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Nisa: Ok! Can Can.&lt;br /&gt;SFQ: Eh Nisa Nisa, can you also draw me wear tudung?&lt;br /&gt;Nisa: Ok!&lt;br /&gt;[Few minutes later]&lt;br /&gt;Nisa: Kakak! If i draw you wear tudung, then cannot draw earrings!&lt;br /&gt;SFQ: Oh, ya! Ok, no need earrings. Just bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Nisa: Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So end result is below. I know I'm fussy. And i would have insisted on her using purple marker if there's one. But I do love her drawing. And look at that heart-shaped tudung. hah! And the 2 fingers on each hand.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the drawing is still lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SKw7On0RskI/AAAAAAAAAuk/9xeSmxX_wlw/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236625589117497922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SKw7On0RskI/AAAAAAAAAuk/9xeSmxX_wlw/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-3820178980002912517?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3820178980002912517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3820178980002912517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3820178980002912517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3820178980002912517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-you.html' title='Hi, you.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SKw7On0RskI/AAAAAAAAAuk/9xeSmxX_wlw/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5621164381169722403</id><published>2008-08-19T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:20:54.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't laugh at me</title><content type='html'>At the start of the lecture of one of the modules i'm taking, the lecturer played a song on the CD player. The cd came with a book so she was also showing us the pages of the book, which basically has lyrics (with illustrations) to the song. It's a &lt;strong&gt;lovely&lt;/strong&gt; song called "Don't laugh at me". It mainly centers on the topic of bully. Usually when I listen to a song, i'll notice the melody first. But this particular song, the lyrics struck me. I realised how too many times I've looked at a person and treated them differently just because they are different. Because they are special in their own ways. How ignorant i was, possibly hurting many hearts without realising. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll strive to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I won't laugh at the differences in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay, i found the song in youtube! with illustrations from the book. so go look, and pay attention to the lyrics. Do share your thoughts, if any (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTNVXlirF4Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTNVXlirF4Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get your pleasure from my pain...&lt;br /&gt;...Someday we'll all have perfect wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5621164381169722403?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5621164381169722403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5621164381169722403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5621164381169722403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5621164381169722403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-laugh-at-me.html' title='Don&apos;t laugh at me'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7030875341720053840</id><published>2008-08-17T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:09:19.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2 little rascals</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/DSCN1317.flv"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video, taken some days ago. &lt;br /&gt;Starring Nisa, the bubble-blower. And Izz, the bubble-catcher and the camera-stalker.&lt;br /&gt;notice at time 01:00 when Izz saw my camera, made a "ah, camera!" face and ran towards it. Nearly made me drop my camera and cover the lense with his fat (but adorable) fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Izz shadows Nisa around the house. I can see that he looks up to her as a big sister figure. And i like how Nisa doesn't mind that. Though she do get annoyed sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, those two - they are my little rascals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7030875341720053840?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7030875341720053840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7030875341720053840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7030875341720053840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7030875341720053840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-2-little-rascals.html' title='my 2 little rascals'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7406461415091711043</id><published>2008-08-09T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:05:59.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><title type='text'>My True Blue Adventure!</title><content type='html'>My training cum match date with my Chelsea boys was slightly more than a week ago and yes, still no entry. I should really write one real soon shouldn't I, before it gets old. I'm still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;-i-watched-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chelsea&lt;/span&gt;-LIVE mode but the excitement has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expectedly&lt;/span&gt; died down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip &lt;strike&gt;was&lt;/strike&gt; is awesome! Seeing them play LIVE is rather surreal. Because i know I have mentioned too many times that I'd like to see them play LIVE. But I've never really thought it'd happen. BUT it did, it did. And i was a HAPPY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SFQ&lt;/span&gt; when it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i will try to recount details of the trip via pictures I've taken. Please close one eye and not be bothered by the lack of quality of the pictures. Thank you very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Supposed autograph signing session with Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; and Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lampard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supposed, because it never happened. The papers reported that there will be an autograph session with the 2 players at an Adidas shop in a mall in KL. But it ended up to be a private event where only authorised figures can enter, which really is a bummer. Because we stood there for freaking 1.5 hours. But then again, i heard some fans waited for more than 3 hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even when we found out the autograph session wasn't going to happen, I still insisted on staying. I wanted to catch a glimpse of the 2 players. I know I'd get to catch more than one glimpse of them during the training and match. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't get that glimpse. It went too fast and the crowd were unbelievably more &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than me. Lamps didn't even show up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Only Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXWWumuGxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5LxlaJFdSPE/s1600-h/DSCN1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230322228216601362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXWWumuGxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5LxlaJFdSPE/s320/DSCN1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 3 people away from the front row. I tried to snap a picture and see if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; get at least a picture of his face. From this shot, i thought chances were pretty good. But that was pretty naive of me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXTqPDYSsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Y7Lfzii19_4/s1600-h/DSCN1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230319264809372354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXTqPDYSsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Y7Lfzii19_4/s320/DSCN1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because when Michael started to walk in, somehow people from behind managed to squeezed themselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me. And even the tiptoed me couldn't see whats happening. So all i got was a picture of people holding up their camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXUiXRwHII/AAAAAAAAAuU/b1nco2Ve6ao/s1600-h/ballack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230320229089811586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXUiXRwHII/AAAAAAAAAuU/b1nco2Ve6ao/s320/ballack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...or so i thought! When i was looking at all the pictures again for the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time, i realised that Michael is indeed in the picture i took! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, more like the back of his head. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXTWktb-HI/AAAAAAAAAt8/WnJOexdUKJg/s1600-h/ballack2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318927025535090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXTWktb-HI/AAAAAAAAAt8/WnJOexdUKJg/s320/ballack2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i be a sports reporter when i grow up? So i can go to press conferences and score chances to interview sportsmen. And maybe sent to places to cover news on the World Cup or EURO Cup. Or even sent to Stamford Bridge to cover a Chelsea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FC&lt;/span&gt; match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Chelsea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;FC&lt;/span&gt; training session at Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt; Stadium, 28 July 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXHGUBUQII/AAAAAAAAArU/xg8Dal-iP1Q/s1600-h/DSCN1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230305453528072322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXHGUBUQII/AAAAAAAAArU/xg8Dal-iP1Q/s320/DSCN1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not get any autographs of the players. But i have the pretty training pass for keepsake! And i placed it right next to my bed so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be constantly reminded of the awesome 2 days I had with my Chelsea boys. And i still wear it sometimes, because i like the feel of it around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXPBgBX0JI/AAAAAAAAAts/WcvlbNk2v9o/s1600-h/DSCN1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230314166943207570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXPBgBX0JI/AAAAAAAAAts/WcvlbNk2v9o/s320/DSCN1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the supposed autograph session that never happened, we reached the stadium late. The players are already out on the pitch. BUT i was still happy. Very happy. Because that was the first time i set my sight on my Chelsea boys. And not via a TV screen, mind you. Though i can hardly make out the faces of the players, seeing them LIVE still feel pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXO2mLuYII/AAAAAAAAAtk/liEaknNTS-I/s1600-h/DSCN1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230313979618680962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXO2mLuYII/AAAAAAAAAtk/liEaknNTS-I/s320/DSCN1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;favouritest&lt;/span&gt; goalie EVER - Carlo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cudicini&lt;/span&gt; and Petr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cech&lt;/span&gt;. I always somehow snapped pictures a fraction of a second too late. Else, I would have gotten snapshot of their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXOo0tF7II/AAAAAAAAAtc/Rj_SLE_uvUU/s1600-h/DSCN1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230313742998563970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXOo0tF7II/AAAAAAAAAtc/Rj_SLE_uvUU/s320/DSCN1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV usually only show snippets of training sessions. But we saw the whole 1+ hours of it. From the warming up, to the practice match to the warming down. And i get to see John Terry, all fit and tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXOR5SGqyI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rrrov6Jgdy4/s1600-h/DSCN1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230313349090552610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXOR5SGqyI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rrrov6Jgdy4/s320/DSCN1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was THAT far. But with the help of the person next to me, we managed to figure out who is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXNiamPNGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/1RogjroVdxI/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230312533399647330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXNiamPNGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/1RogjroVdxI/s320/DSCN1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Cech&lt;/span&gt; during his training with the goalkeeper coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXNQq00hVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/sMz65OOjr0c/s1600-h/DSCN1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230312228518135122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXNQq00hVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/sMz65OOjr0c/s320/DSCN1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Stamford, the Chelsea mascot, was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXM8KWctRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Tmh3nRR04SU/s1600-h/DSCN1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311876203427090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXM8KWctRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Tmh3nRR04SU/s320/DSCN1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; and Deco. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt; is freaking tall. Freaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXMsUMI7nI/AAAAAAAAAss/e98WvMVhEXk/s1600-h/DSCN1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311603966635634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXMsUMI7nI/AAAAAAAAAss/e98WvMVhEXk/s320/DSCN1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the players moved like they did on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. It'd make me appreciate them more i think, the next time i watch them on TV. Like how Lamps kinda slouched and put his hand on his waist before taking a free kick. and then move back a little before kicking the ball down low with a move that is uniquely his. and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt; looked so calm, collected and cool when he tackled a player off the ball. Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXMfibncVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2jF-E7lTs1M/s1600-h/DSCN1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311384451346770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXMfibncVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2jF-E7lTs1M/s320/DSCN1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the LIVE Lamps looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; like the TV Lamps when he did that arms up, clap pose. Again, a fraction of a second too late. He was looking over at my side just a few millisecond before this shot was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXLh_7P5II/AAAAAAAAAsc/ni8LVV91RbU/s1600-h/RSCN1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230310327216759938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXLh_7P5II/AAAAAAAAAsc/ni8LVV91RbU/s320/RSCN1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deco! I tried taking lots of shots of Deco, because Sheena is a fan of his. But sorry Sheena, most of the shots i got are all very blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deco is definitely a promising player and one to watch when season starts. He really impressed me, during training AND match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXLPyoLWmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tCT47AuA8wU/s1600-h/RSCN1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230310014409464418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXLPyoLWmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tCT47AuA8wU/s320/RSCN1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sheva&lt;/span&gt;. I pity this guy. He's really having a psychological battle, with himself. Which explains the many lacklustre performances. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; still like to see him do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXK3IlTwbI/AAAAAAAAAsM/QrU2PvzERoI/s1600-h/RSCN1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230309590806282674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXK3IlTwbI/AAAAAAAAAsM/QrU2PvzERoI/s320/RSCN1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Clarke (asst manager) and Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Essien&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hardworker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXKmGylllI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sfqhvsHcMyk/s1600-h/RSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230309298267330130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXKmGylllI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sfqhvsHcMyk/s320/RSCN1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Bridge, Obi Mikel. Err, i don't know who is the third guy. I was contemplating if it's Franco Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Santo&lt;/span&gt;. But i highly doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXJls5AY0I/AAAAAAAAAr8/FC0KgQn0uHs/s1600-h/RSCN1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230308191803302722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXJls5AY0I/AAAAAAAAAr8/FC0KgQn0uHs/s320/RSCN1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;! I like this guy. But then again, i always have a liking for defenders. And i wondered if the guy behind him is Franco Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Santo&lt;/span&gt;. Even if Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Santo&lt;/span&gt; is the one in this picture or the picture before, the shots didn't do justice to him. So I just have to post a picture of him i found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXJKx-TX1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/kw5bUs5q9GM/s1600-h/di+santo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230307729311227730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXJKx-TX1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/kw5bUs5q9GM/s320/di+santo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, meet Mr Good Looking. He's Argentinian and he's 19 years young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys, meet Franco Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Santo&lt;/span&gt;. He's a striker, he plays some great football and scored a couple of goals during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-season Asian Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXIxz8vI8I/AAAAAAAAArk/fmV2U4SxU88/s1600-h/DSCN1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230307300344800194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXIxz8vI8I/AAAAAAAAArk/fmV2U4SxU88/s320/DSCN1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I save the best for the last - John Terry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXH98-QRFI/AAAAAAAAArc/dea5rOvhrGU/s1600-h/DSCN1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230306409413887058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXH98-QRFI/AAAAAAAAArc/dea5rOvhrGU/s320/DSCN1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite part of the trip has to be meeting other Chelsea fans from all over. Like Tiffany and her mum, who are Malaysians. We first met them in the train on the way to Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt;. They spotted my dad's Chelsea shirt and asked if we're heading to the stadium and that we should stop at that station. Or else, we would have missed the stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the training session, my dad and I, together with Tiffany and her mum, met a couple from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt; and had a great time talking about all things Chelsea and lamented about the tragic loss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;agst&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;manU&lt;/span&gt; during last season's Champions League Finals. It's comforting to know that they were equally distraught as i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels really good, being in a place with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; many Chelsea fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) Match Day - Chelsea vs Malaysia, 29 July 2008 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXSVlitD-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/iwLn50lidBI/s1600-h/DSCN1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230317810557456354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXSVlitD-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/iwLn50lidBI/s320/DSCN1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so keeping the match &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;tix&lt;/span&gt;! And laminate it. Or frame it. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXGyOncvQI/AAAAAAAAArM/gH1HNY5Hk9c/s1600-h/DSCN1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230305108480015618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXGyOncvQI/AAAAAAAAArM/gH1HNY5Hk9c/s320/DSCN1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Cech&lt;/span&gt;, warming up before the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXGONPFBPI/AAAAAAAAArE/iKFGQCN6NJ8/s1600-h/DSCN1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230304489634071794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXGONPFBPI/AAAAAAAAArE/iKFGQCN6NJ8/s320/DSCN1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a pretty good view, much better than we had during training session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can figure out which player is which and see the numbers and names on the back of their jerseys. Thanks to Tiffany! Who saved us 2 seats. In fact, Tiffany helped us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; throughout our True Blue adventure. Chelsea fans are such nice people (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXFyg-hzcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4pI_IhepfNc/s1600-h/DSCN1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230304013897027010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXFyg-hzcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4pI_IhepfNc/s320/DSCN1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the Malaysian fans proudly put on the Malaysian team kits and support the team with so much passion and zest. Even those with the Chelsea jerseys still root for the Malaysian team when the players attacked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Chelsea boys rock clocks though. They played awesome, in my eyes at least. I've gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;feedback&lt;/span&gt; from other fans who said Chelsea didn't play good this match. But I think they played great. I'm probably blinded by the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; freaking watching my boys play LIVE. I insist on only seeing the good and see past anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXFiXal5dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1SsvxDWRL6Q/s1600-h/DSCN1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230303736452474322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXFiXal5dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1SsvxDWRL6Q/s320/DSCN1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i like about LIVE matches is you can choose what you'd like to see. As opposed to watching matches on TV, where you see whatever view the TV people chooses for you. In LIVE matches at the stadium, you can look at what your goalie is doing even when the ball is at the other side of the pitch, and scream "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Cudicini&lt;/span&gt;! what are you doing so far out from the box?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can even hear the players shouting at one another. Brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXFYAOklWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PWWEX6WDDx8/s1600-h/DSCN1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230303558429349218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXFYAOklWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PWWEX6WDDx8/s320/DSCN1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a few minutes after Wright-Phillips was fouled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXE6Pv6WhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OYukoTG3kqE/s1600-h/DSCN1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230303047199644178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXE6Pv6WhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OYukoTG3kqE/s320/DSCN1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Lampard&lt;/span&gt;, about to take a free kick. I like it when this dude takes free kicks. And corner kicks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXEoHweM-I/AAAAAAAAAqU/22cufwBEcx0/s1600-h/DSCN1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230302735816864738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXEoHweM-I/AAAAAAAAAqU/22cufwBEcx0/s320/DSCN1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stadium was almost fully filled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atmosphere was breath-taking. Though I'd still like to experience &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; atmosphere in Stamford Bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's not fun is when we were queueing to enter the stadium. The crowd got pretty rowdy. There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of cutting queues and pushing. But we got in unscathed, so all is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXEGpE4iqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cm136exvn4Q/s1600-h/DSCN1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230302160645294754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXEGpE4iqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cm136exvn4Q/s320/DSCN1276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the match ended 2-0 to Chelsea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experience is needless to say, PRICELESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXDNqx2FgI/AAAAAAAAApk/Zhws0pb7E2Y/s1600-h/effa+n+ayah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301181849769474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXDNqx2FgI/AAAAAAAAApk/Zhws0pb7E2Y/s320/effa+n+ayah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he, who agreed to come along for the True Blue Adventure. I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; dad in the whole wide world, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXD0eCAayI/AAAAAAAAAp8/oaPXv96katM/s1600-h/DSCN1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301848442792738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXD0eCAayI/AAAAAAAAAp8/oaPXv96katM/s320/DSCN1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this poster from the Chelsea fan from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt; i met during the training session. I'll take any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;souvenior&lt;/span&gt; i can get. Jersey from John Terry seems too much to ask for. So poster is good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXDol68sDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Oi3iwR2qpuI/s1600-h/DSCN1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301644402241586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXDol68sDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Oi3iwR2qpuI/s320/DSCN1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another poster found near the stadium. Apparently the organiser didn't distribute it but just left it on the floor. So a few of us, me included, saw them lying helplessly on the floor and gladly picked them up. Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXB8JJp5uI/AAAAAAAAApc/6TOy_mFz4QA/s1600-h/DSCN1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230299781253424866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXB8JJp5uI/AAAAAAAAApc/6TOy_mFz4QA/s320/DSCN1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm looking forward to the next season which officially starts next weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7406461415091711043?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7406461415091711043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7406461415091711043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7406461415091711043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7406461415091711043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-true-blue-adventure.html' title='My True Blue Adventure!'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SJXWWumuGxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5LxlaJFdSPE/s72-c/DSCN1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4552853745864477034</id><published>2008-07-27T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:19:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days of Blues</title><content type='html'>I have every intention of writing 3 entries-&lt;br /&gt;1) my attachment to a mainstream school&lt;br /&gt;2) my attachment to a Special Education school&lt;br /&gt;3) meetup with the cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all those 3 are picture-filled entries. And i get extra lazy when picture-filled entries are concerned. Which is strange, because they should be easier shouldn't they? Just pictures and captions. As opposed to just-words entries, which consist of well, &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, those 3 picture-filled entries will come, maybe soon, maybe not so soon. And maybe all in 1 entry. It all depends on what mood SFQ is in.&lt;br /&gt;So now, i just feel like writing. And im self-challenging myself to continuously type without pauses of more than 5 seconds. Which explains this nonsense. so, hmmm, okay I have happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I received my 3 Shanna Swendson books on Saturday. Those books i bought online. Yes, my first set of books bought online. And sent by the postman. The books can't be found anywhere in Singapore, that's why. Thank you Aki! For making all the arrangements for me. From the ordering, to the money transferring, to the sending of address. You're pampering me, you really are. I love you, bestfriend! And i'm so going to be reminded of you everytime I set my eyes on the books. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My sister scored a First Class Honours for her degree. i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really familiar with the terms. So i was like "that's the highest achievement that you can get right?!"&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is. Alhamdulillah. Congratulations Sister! You SO deserve it. You so deserve it very much. I've witnessed you working so freaking hard for that degree.&lt;br /&gt;You never did last minute work, like i do. You just really work every sweat off. So really, you deserve it (: And im happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'll be off to KL tomorrow. To watch my Chelsea boys play the Malaysia XI team. And i also have the training pass. How exciting, how exciting. And it'd be a father-daughter trip. Our first. We did have father-daughter trips before, but that's together with my 2 sisters. So yes, exciting. Luggage is ready and I've collected the match tix and training passes. I'll be watching my boys training, in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask for John Terry's signed boots?&lt;br /&gt;Like how the lucky 12 yr old Singaporean boy got Anderson's during the Brazil training session at the Kallang Stadium last Friday. All because he sang a song about Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;So my Dad asked after dinner if I've prepared a song for John Terry. I haven't but I randomly came out with one. Only problem is, my sisters asked me to stopped singing, right away. And left me in the kitchen, with all the plates and cups to wash by myself. Because they say they can't stand my voice. And they added if i did sing for JT, he'd ask the guards to bring me out of the stadium. Yes, I have such mean people for sisters. But it's ok. I kind of agree with them, about my singing that is. Not about JT asking the guards to bring me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyy, this is very exciting. Pardon my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I think friends will understand. Understand how this makes me nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;But ok, i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, I'll be back in Singapore on Wednesday evening. Hopefully i'll have wonderful stories to tell. And another picture-filled entry to write.&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/10782165-4552853745864477034?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4552853745864477034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4552853745864477034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4552853745864477034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4552853745864477034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-days-of-blues.html' title='2 Days of Blues'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3095921638223002599</id><published>2008-07-14T23:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:45:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Rock Princess</title><content type='html'>Okay, an entry which should be posted 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;So Henny Dearest turned 21 on 1st July and we threw her a mini celebration! It went pretty awesomely i must say. Girlfriends totally sprinkle glitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt3MaOMCNI/AAAAAAAAApM/rhaIfeLhdnc/s1600-h/DSCN1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222899247947188434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt3MaOMCNI/AAAAAAAAApM/rhaIfeLhdnc/s320/DSCN1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked the theme "Heart Rock Princess".&lt;br /&gt;How fitting, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt27r58V-I/AAAAAAAAApE/AbXUy_ZXlX4/s1600-h/DSCN1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222898960636336098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt27r58V-I/AAAAAAAAApE/AbXUy_ZXlX4/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue is DVD room at Cineleisure. We watched Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. Which also really fits the mood and everything else. It's a feel-good girlfriends movie. and i like how the girls fit the characters in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Henny is no-nonsense, confident and would so box the face, or any other part of the body, of boys who mess up the lives of her girlfriends. Just like Bridget.&lt;br /&gt;Akki is smart, loyal and speaks almost too fast most of the time (heh). Just like Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;Sheena is reflective, soft-spoken and mysterious. Just like Lena.&lt;br /&gt;And me? I'd like to think that I'm like Tibby. Because she's witty, cool and does her own thing without caring what others might think. But Enn says i can't be Tibby. hah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2swyoTGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/46wzckvwqjI/s1600-h/CIMG0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222898704249801826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2swyoTGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/46wzckvwqjI/s320/CIMG0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smart birthday-celebration organiser is one who would come up with the idea of having goodie bag for guests, when she herself is a guest. Because that means, she'll get to bring something home too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2k14Rf8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/8dj_InaxLiU/s1600-h/DSCN1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222898568176697282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2k14Rf8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/8dj_InaxLiU/s320/DSCN1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty goodies in the goodie bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2Yj1cEjI/AAAAAAAAAos/C9Epdjlk118/s1600-h/DSCN1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222898357174538802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2Yj1cEjI/AAAAAAAAAos/C9Epdjlk118/s320/DSCN1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princesses of my &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2AUJwpwI/AAAAAAAAAok/fuyLB5hYpZ0/s1600-h/DSCN1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222897940647945986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt2AUJwpwI/AAAAAAAAAok/fuyLB5hYpZ0/s320/DSCN1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made Enn the Birthday Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt16BItE-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/JUdbScyoiks/s1600-h/DSCN1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222897832464028642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt16BItE-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/JUdbScyoiks/s320/DSCN1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sash, wand and a pretty crown with '21' on it. Enn really looked very miss universe ish, with her sophisticated pretty dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt1wpo9u6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Eb5DQPulxGQ/s1600-h/DSCN1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222897671538064290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt1wpo9u6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Eb5DQPulxGQ/s320/DSCN1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really lip-smacking tasty hazelnut cake. Heart-shaped, with pink roses. How fitting. and those chocolate pieces. I can still remember the taste of that cake, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt1pGOSFJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EDg8WQLN2GI/s1600-h/DSCN1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222897541771826322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt1pGOSFJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EDg8WQLN2GI/s320/DSCN1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls decided to try blowing the bubble, found in the goodie bag. Until Princess E shouted for us to stop, because we are going to poison the cake. Honestly girls, how can we be so dumb la, blowing bubbles straight onto food. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt1OBBMWWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/wOV16UQSph4/s1600-h/DSCN1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222897076518279522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt1OBBMWWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/wOV16UQSph4/s320/DSCN1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another successful 21st, yay. Princesses, August is few days awayyy. It's good to start planning early. Akki and SFQ are expecting a great 21st, thank you very much. SFQ shameless, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHtz6js6EsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qrXf7U-PvCY/s1600-h/DSCN1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222895642719425218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHtz6js6EsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qrXf7U-PvCY/s320/DSCN1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Princess E,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have had an awesome 21st. And that it's filled with tons of wonderful memories (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-3095921638223002599?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3095921638223002599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3095921638223002599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3095921638223002599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3095921638223002599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-rock-princess.html' title='Heart Rock Princess'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SHt3MaOMCNI/AAAAAAAAApM/rhaIfeLhdnc/s72-c/DSCN1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4063132726443784405</id><published>2008-06-17T23:26:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:28:24.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check.</title><content type='html'>I've been out of work for the last 2 weeks and it has been pretty splendid. But i do miss working there, a little. Omg, I so miss the kids. And i didn't even get to bid a proper goodbye to those awesomely awesome kids. And i miss my friends there - Nancy, Muhaini and Diana. We were such an awesome foursome. One other thing I've missed is the morning journey to the school. It's one of the few routine things that i like doing. The 8-minute walk to the bus stop, the 25-minute bus ride. And the familiar faces at the bus stop. They're like my lateness indicator, those faces. Familiar faces at bus stop = I'm on track, i haven't missed the bus. I wonder if they missed me like how i missed them. Hah, ok crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One good thing about being out of work is meeting and catching up with friends. I've being doing quite alot of that, and other things. How fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Explorer Kid outing with Diana and her son, Feroz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfsfjS8oiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dHexQnOvlno/s1600-h/DSCN1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212895120499450402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfsfjS8oiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dHexQnOvlno/s320/DSCN1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana told me she knew I'd like to come along. That's why she invited me. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i have "I'm a kid at heart" written on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfr4SOUlaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/juNOgiLYL7g/s1600-h/DSCN1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212894445901747618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfr4SOUlaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/juNOgiLYL7g/s320/DSCN1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We braved through those tunnels and slides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're wondering, yes, adults are allowed to go in the obstacle. Supposedly to look after their child. Feroz is our excuse to do just that. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfrj80VaII/AAAAAAAAAnU/0pGT8wt4gq8/s1600-h/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212894096558221442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfrj80VaII/AAAAAAAAAnU/0pGT8wt4gq8/s320/DSCN1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those tunnels and tell me you are at least a bit tempted to go Explorer Kid at this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfoHIzl9kI/AAAAAAAAAnM/gcJIorPogPo/s1600-h/DSCN1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212890303025247810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfoHIzl9kI/AAAAAAAAAnM/gcJIorPogPo/s320/DSCN1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons for battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfn-FCvM0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/QPl1cqKmavw/s1600-h/DSCN1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212890147396203330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfn-FCvM0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/QPl1cqKmavw/s320/DSCN1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Feroz loading the bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfnzZQv8OI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-4zeXwq-3jI/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212889963845120226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfnzZQv8OI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-4zeXwq-3jI/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bullet, they're pretty purple and yellow soft balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Discovery Centre and Sakura International Buffet Outing with Muhaini, Diana and Feroz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discovery Centre was just OKAY. It wasn't as exciting as expected. But one cool exhibit is the news broadcast corner. We got to pick a news to broadcast, sit on a chair, hold up the microphone and read script from the screen. I've been wanting to have a feel of that since primary school days. So that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFflxGF9qgI/AAAAAAAAAm0/MXbU633kG2I/s1600-h/DSCN1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212887725316614658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFflxGF9qgI/AAAAAAAAAm0/MXbU633kG2I/s320/DSCN1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and Feroz at the news broadcast exhibit (picture taken off the screen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They presented the news on launch of the first TV station in Singapore. Hence the black and white backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFflPGIlP4I/AAAAAAAAAms/WqXeuJ_KdaE/s1600-h/DSCN1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212887141212045186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFflPGIlP4I/AAAAAAAAAms/WqXeuJ_KdaE/s320/DSCN1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroz loves the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFflIIyXAQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4M5s9Zcila4/s1600-h/DSCN1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212887021665059074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFflIIyXAQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4M5s9Zcila4/s320/DSCN1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i presented the news on launch of the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfhPhORYEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/bsyJR9eQU-4/s1600-h/DSCN1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212882750437154882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfhPhORYEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/bsyJR9eQU-4/s320/DSCN1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evident thing about Discovery Centre is it revolves around happenings in Singapore and its culture. Which is good, really. That explains the cardboard bus - we were at the Singapore Bus exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we headed to Sakura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfgPimNuKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/U0-vDLCW0Gk/s1600-h/DSCN1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212881651294386338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfgPimNuKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/U0-vDLCW0Gk/s320/DSCN1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroz refused to just smile sweetly for the camera. So Muhaini had a phototaking-spree of him to get a decent shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failed shot #1 : Feroz with fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfflqLJPWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WBL2JSPJRtE/s1600-h/DSCN1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212880931773824354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfflqLJPWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WBL2JSPJRtE/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed shot #2: Feroz playing tough superhero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SF80Nt9GPHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sq9H69XMvvs/s1600-h/DSCN1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214944303797124210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SF80Nt9GPHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sq9H69XMvvs/s320/DSCN1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed shot #3: Feroz, more interested with his plate. He ate 4 slices of blackforest cake ok. See, he's licking his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFffCTu0O2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Z26rWCLJq9o/s1600-h/DSCN1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212880324454005602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFffCTu0O2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Z26rWCLJq9o/s320/DSCN1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful shot #1: A-ha! finally. He seriously has a killer smile. And those killer big eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfeydEzwBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/cqHhammiV3U/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212880052084260882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfeydEzwBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/cqHhammiV3U/s320/DSCN1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful shot #2: Killer smile. Killer eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfdoUTNrjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8okSGyWpr5s/s1600-h/MUHAINI+N+ME.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212878778418441778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfdoUTNrjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8okSGyWpr5s/s320/MUHAINI+N+ME.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhaini, the person who made me aware of the existance of SNO. We are more than ex-workmates. We're friends (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you're really comfortable with someone when she's 5 years your senior but you don't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Dinner with polymates - Liza, Farhana &amp;amp; Jiaying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SF5ydaszoeI/AAAAAAAAAns/iBFNmRN0jYc/s1600-h/sunshines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214731268250640866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SF5ydaszoeI/AAAAAAAAAns/iBFNmRN0jYc/s320/sunshines.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Omg, poly was 4 years ago?? And we're still together! You girls are in my thoughts ok. You put "shine" in "sun" (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And i'm still waiting for the second attempt on kite-flying. Sam, please be around next outing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I believe every girl MUST have girlfriends."&lt;br /&gt;--Enn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And i agree. Because really, girlfriends see you through all sort of situations.&lt;br /&gt;They will be there, right outside the dressing room, if you need opinions on which dress looks better on you.&lt;br /&gt;They are a phonecall away, if you had a bad day and just need to talk, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;They are always around, to tell you the truth even if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And they know when to lie to you, to hide the truth just a little, when absolutely necessary. Because they know you &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;They know when your yes means no and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;They know when you're hiding your true feelings and won't rest till you confess. And by doing that, they make you feel tons better.&lt;br /&gt;They somehow are always almost-magically around, at times when you need them most. Not necessarily physically around. But your girlfriends, they have their own ways of making their presence felt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As much as you choose to deny, your girlfriends know more about you that any guy does. It's just a girl-girl thing. And if you have guy problems, who do you turn to? Your girlfriends. And you know they will have your back. Like what Enn said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even if the guy is right, girlfriends always stand by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So to all my girlfriends, thank you. You girls are love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4063132726443784405?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4063132726443784405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4063132726443784405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4063132726443784405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4063132726443784405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/06/check.html' title='Check.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SFfsfjS8oiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dHexQnOvlno/s72-c/DSCN1003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-6450499872717198283</id><published>2008-06-14T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:55:42.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i love PURPLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can totally imagine u being those girly girly girl who wears purple gowns everyday and collects purple berry with her purple basket while skipping around in her purple hairband with ponytails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people make references of me with the colour purple.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;And 4 PURPLE references in 1 sentence?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-6450499872717198283?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6450499872717198283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=6450499872717198283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6450499872717198283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6450499872717198283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-i-love-purple.html' title='Because i love PURPLE.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1190428127621601881</id><published>2008-06-12T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:49:59.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scolari yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Omg Omg Omg you guys are getting scolari, that rocks so much!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- SMS by Akki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Thanks Akki. Reading that SMS made me break into a wide smile and made me laughed for some seconds. You know I love getting such random, energetic SMSes from you (:&lt;br /&gt;And please, you might as well be a fan of Chelsea FC, can. Heh, ok joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. Luiz Felipe Scolari, who is currently Head Coach of the Portuguese national team, will be Chelsea's manager starting July 1 2008. [&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sidenote: What a date eh Enn ;)&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy, i think. I only have positive things to say about him - the teams he has managed ,the evident respect players have for him. Hello, he won the WORLD CUP with Brazil. And i like how he'd calm down players and staff at the bench when there's a foul of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can August come quick already? So that the Premiere League can start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1190428127621601881?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1190428127621601881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1190428127621601881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1190428127621601881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1190428127621601881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/06/scolari-yo.html' title='Scolari yo.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5084048184835314620</id><published>2008-06-10T22:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:45:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barneyful!</title><content type='html'>So, Barney post.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a good show i think. It's a GREAT show if you're like 1-8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I've finally came to a realisation that i am indeed 20. Like, really.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;, it has been a great journey singing, dancing and believing in you. I was a HUGE fan as a kid. At one point i really believed if i tried hard enough, my Barney doll will blow up and start singing and dancing with me. Going to the Barney 'Let's Imagine LIVE' show has been a closure for me. You're still no.1 in my top 10 favourite &lt;strike&gt;dinosours &lt;/strike&gt;dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6TptnhnaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hw-Efvv8XUs/s1600-h/DSCN0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210264163743538594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6TptnhnaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hw-Efvv8XUs/s320/DSCN0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Nisa to be in PURPLE. But my elder sister bought for her this pink dress and told her she could wear it for the barney date with me. And so Nisa did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6Tie8_14I/AAAAAAAAAlc/gAVOsE2WrG4/s1600-h/DSCN0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210264039547983746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6Tie8_14I/AAAAAAAAAlc/gAVOsE2WrG4/s320/DSCN0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she brought along her barney bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6TOFsdp2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZxLHAxuxp8Q/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210263689170364258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6TOFsdp2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZxLHAxuxp8Q/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the seats we got seems really far. But we still had quite a good view. And excuse me, the tickets i bought are the 2nd most expensive ones ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6RN09VfwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eCZ_TJzBHFQ/s1600-h/DSCN0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210261485654474498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6RN09VfwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eCZ_TJzBHFQ/s320/DSCN0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa with the too-expensive Barney film-torchlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6RCgQxGKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8vcp_SrSsYI/s1600-h/DSCN0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210261291120269474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6RCgQxGKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8vcp_SrSsYI/s320/DSCN0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney! And i'm seriously in love with the barney shade of purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6QyRSR7jI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cptGrM8uejM/s1600-h/DSCN0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210261012222176818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6QyRSR7jI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cptGrM8uejM/s320/DSCN0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smaller kids stepped out of their seats and danced along the stairway. Which really is an awesome sight. And i like how i am surrounded by little kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little kid who sat next to me, i think he likes me. He kept nudging me and touching my hand. Sorry kiddo, i don't date 2 year olds. (hah, ok ok, SFQ crapping. Next picture, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6QfUj4bPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8m2q52ELaPM/s1600-h/DSCN0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210260686683794674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6QfUj4bPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8m2q52ELaPM/s320/DSCN0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babybop and BJ joined shortly. I find it annoying that barney's people friends are rather old. In the shows, his friends are no older than 12 years old. But these 4 people, they're at least 20 years old. I guess they need older cast for a live show. But still, it's too hi-5 ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6NxrmpvSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/o7B7R2C9BlA/s1600-h/DSCN0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210257703572192546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6NxrmpvSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/o7B7R2C9BlA/s320/DSCN0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff (the orange dinosaur - BJ &amp;amp; Baby Bop's cousin) joined in later to make up the awesome foursome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i really like about this show is the colours they put in. And the props. They were all SO colourful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/DSCN0979.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a tree (there was a tree)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The biggest tree (the biggest tree)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you ever did see (that you ever did see)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/DSCN0986.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if all the raindrops&lt;br /&gt;were lemondrops and gumdrops&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a rain that will be&lt;br /&gt;Standing outside with your mouth open wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/DSCN0987.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's delicious!&lt;br /&gt;Would you like a bite? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, excuse the vigorous hand movements in this clip. A small boy wanted to give a box of popcorn to Nisa so i had to err, solve the problem. Long story short, the popcorn lost its owner. That small boy must have picked up the popcorn somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;In a show like this, the adults kept a lookout for each other's little ones. So when a child wandered too far away, there's always a nice adult stranger stopping him/her from going further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/DSCN0990.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crowd's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6NoJy5mqI/AAAAAAAAAkU/K_qoY8LnaZ0/s1600-h/DSCN0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210257539877935778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6NoJy5mqI/AAAAAAAAAkU/K_qoY8LnaZ0/s320/DSCN0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Euro 08 is hereee. I'm pretty much a neutral when Euro/world cup are concerned. But i'd like to see Turkey and Italy do well in this Euro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkey, just because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italy, because Akki supports them. She has been their ever loyal fan since a long time ago. And she knows the team inside out. I think she knows more about the Italy team than i know about my Chelsea. And doing LIVE reaction with Akki via sms was funnn. Akki, next Italy match ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE8PaAQbnUI/AAAAAAAAAls/8f6HCAfe4To/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210400233310887234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE8PaAQbnUI/AAAAAAAAAls/8f6HCAfe4To/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izz with his Italia Euro 08 ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5084048184835314620?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5084048184835314620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5084048184835314620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5084048184835314620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5084048184835314620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/06/barneyful.html' title='Barneyful!'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SE6TptnhnaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hw-Efvv8XUs/s72-c/DSCN0955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1813401040404130887</id><published>2008-06-06T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:05:55.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down, please.</title><content type='html'>Telephone operator (TO): Canyouwaitforamomentplease?&lt;br /&gt;SFQ: Huh, Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;TO  : Canyouwaitforamomentplease?&lt;br /&gt;SFQ: Err, sorry, i didn't catch that.&lt;br /&gt;TO  : Ah, can you hold on please?&lt;br /&gt;SFQ: Oh. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must TOs speak so freaking fast?? I don't get it. I just don't. Ok, maybe theres a long line of people waiting to be served. But still, wouldn't it save more time to speak in normal speed than to speak 10words/second, only to have relatively slow people like me to ask you to repeat what you said more than twice?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney post, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1813401040404130887?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1813401040404130887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1813401040404130887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1813401040404130887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1813401040404130887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/06/slow-down-please.html' title='Slow down, please.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3526458518888501741</id><published>2008-06-03T21:53:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:01:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Days.</title><content type='html'>Remember Aniq, from November/December '07 entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhqbP6BrI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gkDYDJJdrwU/s1600-h/Aniq+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207675925620721330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhqbP6BrI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gkDYDJJdrwU/s320/Aniq+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Aniq, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhgJRlZnI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Q_W6nSVuC9A/s1600-h/DSCN0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207675748997228146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhgJRlZnI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Q_W6nSVuC9A/s320/DSCN0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's backkkk!&lt;br /&gt;6 months older. And lots cuter, if that's even possible.&lt;br /&gt;Look at those eyelashes. Aniq had gorgeous eyelashes! It's just like the eyelashes of snuffles, that elephant from Seseme Street. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Aniq loves to pose for the camera. But i think the camera loves him more.&lt;br /&gt;And please, he's adorable when he tried hard to make the peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhZBbH7II/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z-V6cY22aEo/s1600-h/DSCN0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207675626630671490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhZBbH7II/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z-V6cY22aEo/s320/DSCN0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one: Lift up your pointing/second finger and close the other fingers in a clench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhNlVrrmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FUy4XeyKKdM/s1600-h/DSCN0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207675430113095266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhNlVrrmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FUy4XeyKKdM/s320/DSCN0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step two: Open up your middle finger, WITH the second finger still up. Trick is, you have to keep other fingers closed. And Aniq, who has small kids' hands, just couldn't do that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVf-XxaI9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/WimEU9cQhEA/s1600-h/DSCN0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207674069261624274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVf-XxaI9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/WimEU9cQhEA/s320/DSCN0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVf0jUy4LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NIVy0Ow1OIQ/s1600-h/DSCN0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673900564144306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVf0jUy4LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NIVy0Ow1OIQ/s320/DSCN0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go, a peace sign. Not perfect, but pass-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVfqqVQZNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HVx9SLadbTM/s1600-h/DSCN0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673730646435026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVfqqVQZNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HVx9SLadbTM/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniq with Muhaini's kids. See, even boys adore Aniq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last week, i went around the school by my own to take in details of the school. I'd like to still remember vividly how the school looks like, when i leave that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a girl. So i have emotional rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i took pictures. Because i remember best through pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVfEyzuNAI/AAAAAAAAAjM/HA4WJ9Ixpvc/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673080086672386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVfEyzuNAI/AAAAAAAAAjM/HA4WJ9Ixpvc/s320/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this one was taken last year by Muhaini. I just have to post this, because it is a beautiful shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVesG9jwWI/AAAAAAAAAjE/q7pVpK3mNYU/s1600-h/DSCN0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207672655999910242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVesG9jwWI/AAAAAAAAAjE/q7pVpK3mNYU/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EcoGarden has Sunflowers!! Pretty and tall Sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVejMMAGUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/L5zrKCyQjqA/s1600-h/DSCN0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207672502783842626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVejMMAGUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/L5zrKCyQjqA/s320/DSCN0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello, gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVebJHtyoI/AAAAAAAAAi0/07Buxcj2x98/s1600-h/DSCN0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207672364521605762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVebJHtyoI/AAAAAAAAAi0/07Buxcj2x98/s320/DSCN0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick sunflowers over roses. ok, maybe purple roses still win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVSBKBm8VI/AAAAAAAAAis/GKmF50pYPzY/s1600-h/DSCN0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207658723948294482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVSBKBm8VI/AAAAAAAAAis/GKmF50pYPzY/s320/DSCN0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 X 4 = 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVRF-Dg1NI/AAAAAAAAAik/wDwYMxsdx5E/s1600-h/DSCN0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207657707122775250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVRF-Dg1NI/AAAAAAAAAik/wDwYMxsdx5E/s320/DSCN0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful koi fishes. and i like how the building is reflected on the surface of the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVPbnYC43I/AAAAAAAAAic/E5-U3W2tR-Y/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207655879968744306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVPbnYC43I/AAAAAAAAAic/E5-U3W2tR-Y/s320/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i request for my very own garden, would you set up one for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVO4Hd1gvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/QQNYpg7ZOro/s1600-h/DSCN0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207655270107677426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVO4Hd1gvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/QQNYpg7ZOro/s320/DSCN0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and would you paint the stepping planks purple, for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVOre9iBWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/DW2-E_TzERQ/s1600-h/DSCN0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207655053076333922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVOre9iBWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/DW2-E_TzERQ/s320/DSCN0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you stand tall. And pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss the school. I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"July, September, October, November, December"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks, Enn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are one of my faves, &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days ago, I watched my mum hang the laundry and wondered out loud "Eh, why are the clothing pegs NEVER in purple?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tonight, I saw purple clothing pegs, in the basket. And I screamed. Or i tried to. But no voice came out. Because I'm having a sore throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, there are purple clothing pegs, &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the basket. And i found out mum bought it. But I didn't get to ask her about it. Because she and Dad left for Bangkok today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She bought purple pegs. Purple. Call me &lt;em&gt;syiok sendiri&lt;/em&gt;, but i think she bought it for me. That's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my mum, already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-3526458518888501741?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3526458518888501741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3526458518888501741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3526458518888501741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3526458518888501741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-days.html' title='Best Days.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SEVhqbP6BrI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gkDYDJJdrwU/s72-c/Aniq+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-6579857089379830145</id><published>2008-05-28T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:47:26.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john terry'/><title type='text'>JT, Our Prince</title><content type='html'>A prove that mean people exist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SD12xyWrJOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/G20fe7MTAqw/s1600-h/Caution_John_Terry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205447342012703970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SD12xyWrJOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/G20fe7MTAqw/s320/Caution_John_Terry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SO not funny. Ok ok, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a little funny. &lt;em&gt;Only &lt;/em&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;Not very humorous if you're a Chelsea fan. Chelsea fans LOVE John Terry.&lt;br /&gt;The creator must be some sadistic ManU fan who has too much free time, seeing that the board was flawlessly edited, with addition of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-6579857089379830145?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6579857089379830145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=6579857089379830145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6579857089379830145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6579857089379830145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/jt-our-prince.html' title='JT, Our Prince'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SD12xyWrJOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/G20fe7MTAqw/s72-c/Caution_John_Terry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1143895663040604303</id><published>2008-05-25T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:11:43.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john terry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avram grant'/><title type='text'>Letter from Terry</title><content type='html'>Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.chelseafc.com/"&gt;Chelsea FC official site&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Terry has written an open letter to Chelsea fans following the Champions&lt;br /&gt;League Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chelsea captain wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To all the Chelsea fans, all my team-mates, the manager and staff at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for missing the penalty and denying you the fans, my team-mates, family and friends the chance to become European champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have told me I don't need to say that but I feel I need to, that's just me. I have relived that moment every minute since it happened. I have only slept a few hours and wake up every time hoping it's all been a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some amazing support from fans, current and ex-players, family and friends and I need to thank everyone for that. But I am a big man and I take&lt;br /&gt;responsibility for us not winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am and ALWAYS will be Chelsea through and through&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(SFQ's thoughts: He's staying!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; I will give my all on and off the pitch to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;win this trophy as a player and one day &lt;u&gt;as a manager&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I am sure we will win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night in Moscow will haunt me forever and I feel I have let everybody down and this hurts me more than anything. I am not ashamed about crying. This is a&lt;br /&gt;trophy I have tried so hard year after year to win and it was just an&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollable reaction, I wear my heart on my sleeve, everybody knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to Rome starts here, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have to try and turn this experience to&lt;br /&gt;our advantage. I am very proud of how far we have come this season with everything that has gone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your support for the team this season."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now, Avram Grant's contract as team manager has been terminated. I really don't know how i feel about that. I used to despise that fellow. But I've grown to respect him. He must have been hated by thousand thousands of Chelsea fans when he took over from Jose. Although technically, it is not Grant's fault that Jose had to leave. Jose is afterall our beloved manager, &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Special One. I wouldn't say Grant did a brilliant job because it seemed that Jose already built a solid team and Grant simply enjoyed that benefit. But I admire the fact that he stayed rooted and unfazed. That he kept on going, although people (Chelsea fans, included) taunted him and labelled him as the Normal One and the Grumpy One. Thank you Avram, for the things you have done for the club. Getting to the UCL finals was such an incredible feat. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This season has been a long, crazy rollercoaster ride. But i enjoyed it, very much. Chelsea, I'll miss you. And I shall see you again in August for Season 08/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's keep the blue and white flag flying high (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDkfAyWrJNI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bbybphylaO0/s1600-h/chelsea+fans+with+flag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204224942780654802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDkfAyWrJNI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bbybphylaO0/s320/chelsea+fans+with+flag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1143895663040604303?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1143895663040604303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1143895663040604303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1143895663040604303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1143895663040604303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/letter-from-terry.html' title='Letter from Terry'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDkfAyWrJNI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bbybphylaO0/s72-c/chelsea+fans+with+flag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3658285388621812720</id><published>2008-05-22T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:32:47.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><title type='text'>Cupless</title><content type='html'>So Chelsea didnt win the UCL. The loss has been quite hard to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than losing is losing via penalty shootouts. The ultimate nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Chelsea's bad penalty-shootout reputation, I was a nervous wreck. Alas, the Cup wasn't meant to be ours. But that didn't stop me from being a complete emotional mess.&lt;br /&gt;I refused to do &lt;em&gt;leceh&lt;/em&gt; work.&lt;br /&gt;I poured out my sadness of losing, to workmates who didn't care at all about football.&lt;br /&gt;And my voice quivered when doing so.&lt;br /&gt;I snapped at Muhaini for wearing a red-black (United's colours) top.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I was pathetic. &lt;em&gt;Was&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more sane now. It's comforting to know that I have friends who really do care. One called me early in the morning to check on me. Check if i'm handling the loss well. One SMSed at noon to check if I'm doing ok. Another warned me to stay away from newpaper (pictures of manU lifting the cup would just destroy me). And another steered my view away from a stranger wearing manU jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's depressing about this loss is the fact that it is the third time this season that we finished second best in competitions - first, Carling Cup to Tottenham. then, the Premiere League to manU. Now, UCL to manU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cupless this season. After 3 seasons of winning silverwares. That must have been hard to digest for the fair-weather fans. I, for one, am proud to say that my affection for Chelsea has not deteriorated. I'm still a true blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Terry, it's really ok that you missed that penalty. Be proud, for you lead the team with much character and determination. Be proud, for you certainly have tons of guts to step up, take that ball and attempt to slot it in the net. Yes, if you had done so, we would end up winners. But honestly, where will "what if's" bring us to? And after the million things you have done for us, - being a great motivational captain and showing great attitude by playing on even when you're clearly injured- missing that shootout is &lt;em&gt;peanuts&lt;/em&gt;. Costly peanuts. But peanuts, nevertheless. So chins up terry, as what Jose would say. You did not disappoint us. And don't be fazed by insensitive people who mock at you for crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, such an emotional season for Chelsea. And now, no Chelsea till August. That's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All the season, what we have done together, we can be very proud - but because we don't have another game now, it will take a long time to get over the pain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Avram Grant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-3658285388621812720?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3658285388621812720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3658285388621812720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3658285388621812720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3658285388621812720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/cupless.html' title='Cupless'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-6936729849711547213</id><published>2008-05-21T00:25:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:45:26.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesses'/><title type='text'>Sheena turns 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL-cwkG7FI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6hqQwkq7514/s1600-h/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202500289592486994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL-cwkG7FI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6hqQwkq7514/s320/DSCN0832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Sheena turned 21 on May 15. Her Princess friends threw a mini birthday celebration for her 3 days later at Singapore Botanical Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;An awesome day spent with awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL_XAkG7GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DCCfytF9UlY/s1600-h/DSCN0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202501290319866978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL_XAkG7GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DCCfytF9UlY/s320/DSCN0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-celebration preparation. Poster/card and pretty corsages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL-PAkG7DI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_tvLl7OwtG8/s1600-h/DSCN0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202500053369285682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL-PAkG7DI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_tvLl7OwtG8/s320/DSCN0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A-team! Akki has brilliant partnership with words, so she composes the message. Enn has brilliant handwriting and creativity, so she writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL-HQkG7CI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IyfYCgiZTlo/s1600-h/DSCN0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499920225299490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL-HQkG7CI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IyfYCgiZTlo/s320/DSCN0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty corsages for us! And I gave that brilliant idea of putting symbols on the corsages (:&lt;br /&gt;Akki --&gt; Pink --&gt; Star&lt;br /&gt;Anu--&gt; Green--&gt; Leaf&lt;br /&gt;Henny--&gt; Red--&gt; Heart&lt;br /&gt;Sheena--&gt;Orange--&gt; Sun&lt;br /&gt;SFQ--&gt; Purple--&gt; Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9eAkG69I/AAAAAAAAAgU/t0mzPNxoq50/s1600-h/DSCN0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499211555695570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9eAkG69I/AAAAAAAAAgU/t0mzPNxoq50/s320/DSCN0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enn and I laid out the picnic mats and the other stuff. It was supposed to be done before Sheena came by. But that didn't go as planned. Nevertheless, i think we did a fine job. Enn, High-5 please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9GQkG66I/AAAAAAAAAf8/yRZYvTbH0Mw/s1600-h/DSCN0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9OQkG67I/AAAAAAAAAgE/NvK2fhNydFE/s1600-h/DSCN0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202498940972755890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9OQkG67I/AAAAAAAAAgE/NvK2fhNydFE/s320/DSCN0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9GQkG66I/AAAAAAAAAf8/yRZYvTbH0Mw/s1600-h/DSCN0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202498803533802402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9GQkG66I/AAAAAAAAAf8/yRZYvTbH0Mw/s320/DSCN0824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the wallet reflects off light in this picture. That made it seemed really shinyyy.&lt;br /&gt;And Sheena seemed genuinely happy with the gift. 4 days of gift-deciding, paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL97QkG7BI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8bvW7TtrbPg/s1600-h/sun,star,moon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499714066869266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL97QkG7BI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8bvW7TtrbPg/s320/sun,star,moon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have Pizzas with good company please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL91AkG7AI/AAAAAAAAAgs/KHQRMRxzVSM/s1600-h/moon,star,heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499606692686850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL91AkG7AI/AAAAAAAAAgs/KHQRMRxzVSM/s320/moon,star,heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, let's plan another good one for July (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9lAkG6-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/8nSV_HQ8cYk/s1600-h/DSCN0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499331814779874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9lAkG6-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/8nSV_HQ8cYk/s320/DSCN0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see what i see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9rAkG6_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/WeEqjB4vd38/s1600-h/heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499434893994994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9rAkG6_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/WeEqjB4vd38/s320/heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart, a heart! A purple heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9WQkG68I/AAAAAAAAAgM/PuDAJQ2ubqU/s1600-h/DSCN0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202499078411709378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL9WQkG68I/AAAAAAAAAgM/PuDAJQ2ubqU/s320/DSCN0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking love you girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Allah wills it, let's grow old together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall go on quadraple dates with our respective future partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall be closely present on each other's wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we shall still meet up, with our kids in tow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL8awkG64I/AAAAAAAAAfs/yxZA8FgF7Jc/s1600-h/DSCN0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202498056209492866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL8awkG64I/AAAAAAAAAfs/yxZA8FgF7Jc/s320/DSCN0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu came at night. That's when massive photo taking session began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL_cwkG7HI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KDNoeHgJbtE/s1600-h/DSCN0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202501389104114802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL_cwkG7HI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KDNoeHgJbtE/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the full moon says hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL8LQkG63I/AAAAAAAAAfk/lUdn-cji84I/s1600-h/DSCN0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202497789921520498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL8LQkG63I/AAAAAAAAAfk/lUdn-cji84I/s320/DSCN0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay as five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDMFwQkG7II/AAAAAAAAAhs/KCP_9jFcOrI/s1600-h/DSCN0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202508321181330562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDMFwQkG7II/AAAAAAAAAhs/KCP_9jFcOrI/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got into Captain Planet/Power Rangers mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL7xgkG62I/AAAAAAAAAfc/xghKJZFW4Gs/s1600-h/loves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202497347539888994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL7xgkG62I/AAAAAAAAAfc/xghKJZFW4Gs/s320/loves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome meetup with the princesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next meetup in June is already under discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for you girls is more than my love for Chelsea FC. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-6936729849711547213?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6936729849711547213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=6936729849711547213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6936729849711547213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6936729849711547213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/sheena-turns-21.html' title='Sheena turns 21'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL-cwkG7FI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6hqQwkq7514/s72-c/DSCN0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8481453875164828390</id><published>2008-05-20T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:25:07.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly kite, no?</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to go kite-flying at Marina Bay area. But instead of the image of people flying beautiful kites, we see endless construction sites. It was a huge disappointment because we really were set and ready to fly some kites. And we couldn't find any other open space to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to the Leisure Park at Kallang. We presented Sam her advanced birthday cake and played some arcade games, which were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Jiaying, please don't get me hooked to Time Crisis. Because i already have more than enough addiction as it is. Being addicted to something usually requires alot of moneyyy, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL5IgkG61I/AAAAAAAAAfU/s6eikKKwbZI/s1600-h/DSCN0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494444141996882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL5IgkG61I/AAAAAAAAAfU/s6eikKKwbZI/s320/DSCN0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st Sam! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL45gkG60I/AAAAAAAAAfM/jnFqkbCJj8A/s1600-h/Syaf,+Sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494186443959106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL45gkG60I/AAAAAAAAAfM/jnFqkbCJj8A/s320/Syaf,+Sam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFQ &amp;amp; SMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL4wQkG6zI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oz7nYRFryjs/s1600-h/jy,liza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494027530169138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL4wQkG6zI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oz7nYRFryjs/s320/jy,liza.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY &amp;amp; LZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, let's attempt another kite-flying session sooooon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8481453875164828390?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8481453875164828390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8481453875164828390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8481453875164828390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8481453875164828390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/fly-kite-no.html' title='fly kite, no?'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDL5IgkG61I/AAAAAAAAAfU/s6eikKKwbZI/s72-c/DSCN0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3333752985557409490</id><published>2008-05-17T12:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:46:00.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Science Club.</title><content type='html'>Handling the Science Club was never part of my job scope, until i was told to so some months ago. Strangely, Science Club is one of my favouritest task. Mainly due to the kids. Because they are such a joy to work with.&lt;br /&gt;They are a noisy pain in the bottom most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;They made my throat hurt badly every Wedenesday.&lt;br /&gt;They annoy me by asking unnecessary questions every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, they're lovely kids, really. And I'll miss them, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBh_QkG6yI/AAAAAAAAAe8/04_RC3oh0TM/s1600-h/DSCN0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201765309018991394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBh_QkG6yI/AAAAAAAAAe8/04_RC3oh0TM/s320/DSCN0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore my P3/4 science club kids (:&lt;br /&gt;After taking charge of them for about 8 sessions, they're practically my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBhfQkG6xI/AAAAAAAAAe0/PpZXTtRhy8k/s1600-h/DSCN0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764759263177490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBhfQkG6xI/AAAAAAAAAe0/PpZXTtRhy8k/s320/DSCN0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids from the PURPLE table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBfEgkG6wI/AAAAAAAAAes/c92DSSL0fu4/s1600-h/DSCN0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201762100678421250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBfEgkG6wI/AAAAAAAAAes/c92DSSL0fu4/s320/DSCN0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really dote on these 3 clowns. After taking this shot, i showed it to them and Jonas literally rolled on the floor and laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBeWAkG6vI/AAAAAAAAAek/P9l2vsr8Dic/s1600-h/DSCN0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201761301814504178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBeWAkG6vI/AAAAAAAAAek/P9l2vsr8Dic/s320/DSCN0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned I'll miss these kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBd2AkG6uI/AAAAAAAAAec/nTl388uihD0/s1600-h/DSCN0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201760752058690274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBd2AkG6uI/AAAAAAAAAec/nTl388uihD0/s320/DSCN0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids togther with a teacher who is also part of Science Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told them to do a serious pose. But a few clowns refused to listen. And they still do those peace sign. But i like how most of the kids took my instruction seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBdXgkG6tI/AAAAAAAAAeU/A1Ozh83UijA/s1600-h/DSCN0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201760228072680146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBdXgkG6tI/AAAAAAAAAeU/A1Ozh83UijA/s320/DSCN0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN shot. And i took a good 5 minutes to look at each and every one of them in this shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss them, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science Enrichment lessons with the P6 classes have also been tons of fun. This year's batch was so much better than last year's, in terms of responsiveness and attitude. I like la. It makes conducting the lessons so much more enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson is on Genes and they had an activity titled "build an animal". It basically teaches the kids about dominant and recessive genes. Pretty interesting, i'll say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBYigkG6rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/12RchjTHWuU/s1600-h/DSCN0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201754919493102258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBYigkG6rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/12RchjTHWuU/s320/DSCN0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 boys with the animals they built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked this class if they had fun, after the lesson. Because i know they did. And it's really assuring and ego-building to hear a loud "yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-3333752985557409490?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3333752985557409490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3333752985557409490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3333752985557409490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3333752985557409490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/science-club.html' title='Science Club.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SDBh_QkG6yI/AAAAAAAAAe8/04_RC3oh0TM/s72-c/DSCN0743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1836786549018808895</id><published>2008-05-08T22:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:01:22.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore River</title><content type='html'>It's always nice to find out that there's someone who has been wanting to do the things that you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that the majority of people are not interested to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we were out and Nura told me she has been wanting to ride that boat along the Singapore River, my insides were celebrating. Because, I've been wanting to the exact thing too! And that led to the the impromptu boat ride. Which was more than awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Nura, for sharing that experience with me. It's amazing how this is the first time we met since many years and we did something that not many people would go for. See, how wonderful God's plans are. There's always a purpose and reason for everything. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cashier Person: "Are you Singaporeans? Why take the boat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we're Singaporeans. AND paying customers. Please laaa... Not necessary ok, the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Local tourist attraction attracts me, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMSz-LHePI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3uMNxrrQzKg/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198019078987938034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMSz-LHePI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3uMNxrrQzKg/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; black dot in the middle there a bit curious. I really think it's the Sun because the Sun was there when i took the picture. But why is it black? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody else seems to believe that it's the sun. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMP7-LHeOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RMU3g3YErsw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198015917892008162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMP7-LHeOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RMU3g3YErsw/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If bumboats can be used as a mode of regular transportation, I'd like to own one. I'd paint it purple and paste Chelsea FC stickers and display the Chelsea flag. It might look ugly, but the bumboat is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMPQ-LHeNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4tSrqZB6qNE/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198015179157633234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMPQ-LHeNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4tSrqZB6qNE/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMNHeLHeMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qk_AyiYQJQk/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198012816925620418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMNHeLHeMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qk_AyiYQJQk/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other boat riders are all foreigners. But i like it that way. It fits the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMM4OLHeLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/OsNdqpGy9YE/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198012554932615346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMM4OLHeLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/OsNdqpGy9YE/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMLu-LHeKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FaCVi3PKDlA/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198011296507197602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMLu-LHeKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FaCVi3PKDlA/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with lights reflected on water. Pretty, pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMc3uLHeQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OKH2iaYVgHY/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198030138528725250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMc3uLHeQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OKH2iaYVgHY/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellllloo. Stunning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMLg-LHeJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dqLliCYbk9A/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198011055989029010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMLg-LHeJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dqLliCYbk9A/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being on a boat is that your view is not obstructed by trees and such. We see things from afar. Beautiful things. Beautiful things that may not seem as attractive when you see them in land point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMLNuLHeII/AAAAAAAAAc4/1yAPXPPCaxw/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198010725276547202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMLNuLHeII/AAAAAAAAAc4/1yAPXPPCaxw/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love cloud patterns! As if the sky is telling us a story. I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we spotted a glimpse of the sun setting. It was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love with many things. Nature, makes the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im broke but Im happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im poor but Im kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im short but Im healthy, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im high but Im grounded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sane but Im overwhelmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im lost but Im hopeful baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that everthings gonna be &lt;u&gt;fine fine fine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive got one hand in my pocket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the other one is &lt;u&gt;giving a high five&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Hand in my Pocket, Alanis Morissette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1836786549018808895?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1836786549018808895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1836786549018808895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1836786549018808895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1836786549018808895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/singapore-river.html' title='Singapore River'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SCMSz-LHePI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3uMNxrrQzKg/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5903214645946569067</id><published>2008-05-05T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:28:34.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><title type='text'>Go Chelsea Go!</title><content type='html'>A random teacher said to me "Syafiqah! Tonight, how?"&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback for a while. Tonight? Since when i made plans with him tonight la. But oh, then i know. Tonight, 11pm, Newcastle vs Chelsea! Cheyyy. He added, "Chelsea can win or not?" Ha ha ha. "Can win la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the most number of words that the said teacher have said to me. It never cease to amaze me how people who hardly know each other can still communicate when it comes to footie. See, it's indeed a beautiful game. Because it turns strangers into friends. And another random teacher asked me the same question when he saw me "Chelsea can win or not?". "can la can la". He lamented that Arsenal is not in the running for the EPL cup anymore. So, I asked "But you rather Chelsea win than ManU right?" "Of course!" And that made me so happy. Ha Ha. Like me, he was cheering for West Ham to beat ManU last Saturday. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. So...Chelsea have to win tonight! And hope that Wigan beat manU in the final game and we win agst Bolton. There's hope, however little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i like how Arsenal fans are rooting for us. And Liverpool's Carragher said he'd rather see Chelsea win the UCL than manU. Thanks for the love, people. I'd remember to root for you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5903214645946569067?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5903214645946569067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5903214645946569067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5903214645946569067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5903214645946569067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-chelsea-go.html' title='Go Chelsea Go!'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5167871793339483233</id><published>2008-05-04T01:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:21:34.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch love</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I had lunch with the family at Sakura International Buffet. Good food, good food. Carousel is still the obvious winner in the dessert department though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen pictures involving optical illusion, where the object appears big. So i attempted to try taking some shots myself, with the help of my 2 sisters. Nur gamely agreed to model the shots. And i think i love giving directions. To the model and to the props holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBykeO949ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YOsE6hsJ1Xk/s1600-h/DSCN0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196208909399422354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBykeO949ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YOsE6hsJ1Xk/s320/DSCN0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you did last summer 5. Heh. but ok, not very convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBykUe949YI/AAAAAAAAAco/5COZ2f9vrwY/s1600-h/DSCN0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196208741895697794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBykUe949YI/AAAAAAAAAco/5COZ2f9vrwY/s320/DSCN0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sipping from a big, long straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SByiO-949XI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EQSAzZB1ipg/s1600-h/DSCN0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196206448383161714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SByiO-949XI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EQSAzZB1ipg/s320/DSCN0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBygn-949WI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Clh-paz-Zlg/s1600-h/DSCN0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196204678856635746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBygn-949WI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Clh-paz-Zlg/s320/DSCN0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy with his girls. the independent one. the caring one. the random one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SByfse949VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/misoh6k5QkI/s1600-h/DSCN0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196203656654419282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SByfse949VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/misoh6k5QkI/s320/DSCN0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the blueness of the sky. A clear sky makes a hot day. but its pretty! and those clouds, they are such unreachable inedible cotton candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever experience a moment when you try to remember something but it just refuses to enter your mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks ago, I tried to sing my secondary school song. but the words won't come out. and the tune refuses to play. So i got annoyed. Because i can sing my primary school song but i can't freaking remember the secondary school one, which is more recent. I only remember the word 'zest' is in the song. because i was so fascinated by that word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only just now that i got around to asking people if they remember the song. I MUST find out, you see. Or my mind won't rest. I asked Nura, and she too can't remember. So it's ok to forget i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky, Zoal saves the day. He typed in the first line of the song and i finally, finally remember the tune. I shared the line with Nura and she too began to remember how the song goes. I love chain reaction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's rather err, weird. But remembering how the song goes makes me happy. I realised that i could have googled for the lyrics. But then, asking fellow ex schoolmates is funner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i thank them for answering my question of "Do you remember how our secondary school song goes?", without questioning my sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5167871793339483233?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5167871793339483233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5167871793339483233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5167871793339483233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5167871793339483233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-love.html' title='lunch love'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBykeO949ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YOsE6hsJ1Xk/s72-c/DSCN0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-767974090686800952</id><published>2008-05-01T13:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:28:34.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><title type='text'>Chelsea is through to the UCL finals!!</title><content type='html'>Chelsea will be playing in the UCL finals in Moscow!! And it'd be our FIRST EVER UCL finals! How exciting, how exciting. And to finally, finally beat Liverpool in the semis. After failing to do so twice. I guess there's some truth to the "three time's a charm/ third time lucky" theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome 2nd leg semis, i must say. The match ended 3-2 in our favour after 30-mins extra time. &lt;br /&gt;What's scary was when Babel scored in the 26/27th min of extra time. One more Liverpool goal, and it'd be them in and us out. I was so freaking nervous, I couldn't sit down for the last 5 minutes of the game and i bit my fingernails, after kicking that habit 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few moments after the final whistle, the commentator said "there are heroes all over the pitch". I wholeheartedly agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the heroes on the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;To Frank Lampard, for his bravery in stepping up to take the penalty. Lampsy, I'm sorry i selfishly doubted you for a second when you were about to take the penalty. I initially thought Ballack would be a better taker. But how blind i am, to not see how much scoring a goal would mean to you. A goal, that would be wrapped up as a gift for your late mum who passed away less than a week ago. A goal, that would give you some form of closure. So Lampsy, you very much deserve to take the penalty. And what a beautifully executed penalty that was. You're our hero (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Didier Drogba, for scoring 2 awesome goals and sealing us the trip to Moscow. Your determination and fierceness never fail to awe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the awesome centreback partnership of Carvalho and JT. Yayyy to Carvalho for being on first-class top form for the past few matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Petr Cech, for not chickening out after the head and recently, chin injury. People may laugh at you with your headgear on. But you look fine, really. And you still make good saves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Michael Essien, for working your bottom off every single match. Your work rate is admirable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because this entry would be ridiculously long if i mention anymore names, here's to the other Chelsea players. You are ALL heroes in my eyes. Great team effort being displayed. From the tight backline to the harmoniously-working midfielders to the tireless strikers. You guys are my favouritest favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget the Liverpool players. They gave a tough fight. and they do have their share of heroes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, i have people to thank.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr.Benitez, for saying the things you've said about Drogba diving and the crap. You gave Drog the drive to work extra hard and score those 2 goals. So thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Anelka, for being our super sub. You always surprise me with your contribution in any game, even when you fail to score. The assist you made for Drogba was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thank you Mr.Avram Grant, for not giving up on us when we may have given up on you. I still hard-headedly think not all 100% credit should go to you. But you did contribute. And you help secure that finals for us. You did your job. A good job, i should add. Many fans may still be against having you with us next season. But I, for one, am open to the idea of you staying. You are not the special one. But the fact that you got us through the UCL finals, is special enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, maybe i'm being too longwinded and dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;But awesome win, still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals from the match:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_7yVoDzW6o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_7yVoDzW6o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBnicO949UI/AAAAAAAAAcI/im4msFtV2vY/s1600-h/redVsBlue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBnicO949UI/AAAAAAAAAcI/im4msFtV2vY/s320/redVsBlue.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432619830474050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be Chelsea vs ManU in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;Blue vs Red.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's paint Moscow blue!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-767974090686800952?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/767974090686800952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=767974090686800952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/767974090686800952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/767974090686800952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/05/chelsea-is-through-to-ucl-finals.html' title='Chelsea is through to the UCL finals!!'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SBnicO949UI/AAAAAAAAAcI/im4msFtV2vY/s72-c/redVsBlue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5457728468585091153</id><published>2008-04-29T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:59:28.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Medication</title><content type='html'>"Be careful what you wish for", they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in no mood to go to work. I wasn't exactly feeling very sick. But i did have a minor cough and sore throat. And because i forced my mind to think so, I had a runny nose too. So i made up my mind to not go to work and go see the doctor instead, hopeful of getting a one-day MC. Which is really uncharacteristic of me. Because I've always insisted on going to work or school, even when i've used up one whole packet of tissue paper in space of 1 minute and am having an overworked coughing throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhows, instead of getting one-day MC, i got two-days MC. The throat must have been really bad or something as it was on-going. So i took the medicine and it was awfully drowsy. Awfully. I slept and woke up at awkward hours. I thought i could fight the drowsiness off but it only worked for 26 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i ate the medicine was about 14 hours ago. But i still feel like i'm walking on mid-air and i feel the need to babble non-stop. I felt more sick than i did that Monday morning. Yes, so be careful what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i think i'm making no sense. But my fingers are still moving away. So while they are at it, allow me to gloat about Chelsea's latest win. Yes, that is soooo 3 days ago. But the win makes me smile, still. It'd be awesome if the winner of the EPL cup will only be decided during the last match. Even if, manU end up winning it. The fact that we hold them up till the last match is comforting enough. I might bawl, yes. Chelsea deserved a cup. But so does ManU, i think. Like us, they have had a heck of a season. Or maybe more so for Ronaldo. Errrkk, i think i've gone soft on manU. Or maybe it's the medicine taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blue is the colour&lt;br /&gt;Football is the game&lt;br /&gt;We're all together&lt;br /&gt;And winning is our aim&lt;br /&gt;So cheer us on through the sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;'Coz Chelsea, Chelsea is our name"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5457728468585091153?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5457728468585091153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5457728468585091153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5457728468585091153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5457728468585091153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-medication.html' title='On Medication'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5914608411473338696</id><published>2008-04-23T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:52:25.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>Did you know?... (not solely based on hard-core facts. More to tales from people. So pardon me if statements are inaccurate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) It takes 3 months for something you do to become a habit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's say you'd like to maintain a low-carbohydrate diet. Train your body to get used to it and after 3 months, the habit sticks. Perhaps this is also why it's hard to lose a habit. Maybe we need 3 months. So if you stopped a certain habit for 20 days and then restart it, you'll have to try quitting all over again, starting from Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) The information you store in your brain goes through a process called 'pruning'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-used information gets deleted from your brain, and stored in your brain's recycle bin. That explains how we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; cannot solve a primary 6 maths question. Because we stopped applying those formulas. Hence the information gets deleted. It's only when you revise it again - restoring it from your recycle bin- and practising it, that the information will come back. Do you actually remember the formula for area of trapezium? and surface area of cylinder?&lt;br /&gt;It's disturbing really, knowing that whatever you pick up from school will mostly be short-lived. I'm beginning to forget meanings of medical terms taught in poly. Terms that were drilled to us consistently. And now, it's going to be pruned away. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Famous Scientists - Einstein and Edison - has Dyslexia (learning disability in relation to reading and writing).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know this information from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; film, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zameen&lt;/span&gt; Par&lt;/em&gt; [every child is special], about a boy who has Dyslexia but nobody knows of his condition, which leads to him being ill-treated as his father and teachers perceived him as being lazy, stupid and having a bad attitude towards school. Then came a new teacher who understands his condition and taught him strategies to overcome the learning disability (enter: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SNO&lt;/span&gt; :)) A nice movie, really. I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VCD&lt;/span&gt; if anyone is interested to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, back to my 3rd point. I was told that for people who has Dyslexia, their right side of the brain is more active than the left (left - logic. right - creativity). This probably explains how Edison came out with many hundreds of inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) If a baby skip the crawling process, he/she is more prone to get Dyslexia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go "So smart!" on babies who can walk before they crawl. It's advisable to let nature take its course and allow babies to undergo all the processes. The process of crawling is important as the hand and knee movement will somehow get the muscles in the body moving actively and information gets transported to the brain (or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5914608411473338696?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5914608411473338696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5914608411473338696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5914608411473338696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5914608411473338696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1658999211553002629</id><published>2008-04-20T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:19:47.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because he loves you</title><content type='html'>I think it's good to have some friends who are much older than you. Older is mostly wiser, really. Their insights and views on matters can be inspiring. And since they've been around longer, they really do know more than you. At least on most matters.&lt;br /&gt;2 of my closest workmates are 5 years my senior and another is 24 years older than me. 2 of them are married with kids.&lt;br /&gt;I love love the talk sessions we have at work. Although sometimes they talk about things that i'm clueless about. Like the things that make it so expensive to owe a car nowadays. Or HDB-related matters.&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, they talked about interesting matters. Like their pregnancy ordeals, their married lives and how they first met their husbands. And other random topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when they talked about the things they asked their husbands to get for them, when they were pregnant. One of them asked for fishball noodle BUT without the fishball. Ok, i don't know if it's only me but i find the request rather odd. Fishball noodle, without fishball. Just imagine asking the stall owner that. And see what reaction you will get. The husband actually got for her that ok. Ok, so maybe there's a possibility that he took out the fishball himself before giving it to her. But i'd like to think that he ordered the fishball noodle, without fishball. Because it's more romantic that way. Risking being ridiculed at by stall owner, just so your pregnant wife gets what she requested. How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, maybe im making too much a big deal of this matter. My point is, you can actually show your care, love and concern towards someone by just doing the little things. You don't always have to spend big bucks and get gifts to make one happy. It's usually those little things and actions that capture the hearts of your loved ones. Things that make them remember you by. Like how Nisa leaves me 'I love you' messages on my notice board. And how my lovely friends call me up to check on me or when they sense that something is bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;So one day, when you get pregnant and requested your husband for ONLY purple-coloured Smarties chocolate. And he went an extra mile by presenting you those purple smarties in a purple bowl just because he knows you'll like it that way. Doing things not only when asked, knowing the person well enough to differentiate the person's likes and dislikes. During those moments, you'll know it's &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1658999211553002629?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1658999211553002629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1658999211553002629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1658999211553002629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1658999211553002629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/04/because-he-loves-you.html' title='because he loves you'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-2656614244448696110</id><published>2008-04-16T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:24:50.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains.</title><content type='html'>4 common bad habits of Singaporeans in the MRT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Slapping the 'hot seat' after someone just left it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a very rude gesture. Especially if a person actually gave away his/her seat just to see the ungrateful person slap the seat like it's diseased. But now, the aunties have come out with a new strategy. Instead of slapping those seats away, they parked their belongings on the seat first. You know, &lt;em&gt;chop&lt;/em&gt; the seat. They don't want to immediately sit after a person left. And they don't want other passengers to sit either. Such &lt;em&gt;kiasuism&lt;/em&gt; is ridiculous. And it happened to me ok. I got tired of sitting down so i stood up. This auntie immediately parked her paperbags on the seat and only sat down abt 3 mins later. and she sat near the edge ok. She didn't even want to sit back. Well, I'm sorry im warm-blooded and you're not. It must have been fun laying eggs. (cold-blooded --&gt; lay eggs. get it? ok, nvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Sleeping like you have not done so in 10 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with MRT passengers sleeping. I do that too, sometimes. But it gets really annoying when the person next to you got so deep in his sleep that he decides to use you as his pillow. First, the head will slant slightly. Then it'll touch your shoulder. Slowly, his whole body will lean towards you. And you'll feel suffocated. And embarrassed. Because a stranger is leaning on you and 10 other strangers are staring at you like it's your fault.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be fine if the passenger sitting opposite will return a sympathetic look and mouthed "I feel you". Or smile and acknowledged that it's a funny sight. Or do a circular motion of the finger near the temple, the sign used against people who is err, not right in the head. But no, the other passengers had to stare at me with a straight face, as if daring me to make a move. Thanks ah, strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Tuning your MP3 player to speaker mode.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just don't get it, do they? That people don't need background music in the train. It'd be perfectly fine if the music they played is listenable. But most often, it's something that you'd rather not hear. Haven't they heard that earphones exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Going in the train before other passengers alight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my biggest train pet peeve. This point is not even worth discussing. Because Singaporean are so stubborn, they wouldn't listen. Why can't they just wait for 4-8 seconds for passengers to alight? Yes, you can't afford to miss the train. So it's ok for the others to miss their stop? Sick. And helllooo, if you're right at the side of the door, there's 99.8% chance that you WILL get to enter the train. So stop worrying and give way already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not angry. I'm just, concerned = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-2656614244448696110?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2656614244448696110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=2656614244448696110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2656614244448696110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2656614244448696110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/04/trains.html' title='Trains.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7104727284366319117</id><published>2008-04-13T22:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:29:37.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesses'/><title type='text'>Carouseling with the Princesses</title><content type='html'>Every girl should indulge in regular Girls' Day Out. Because I recently had one with my girlfriends. And it was more than awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We had hi-tea at Carousel, which was errr, not bad. Ok, the food is pretty good, really. Especially the dessert. I think i'm in love with bread pudding. But the people who shared the same table as me, they're better than any good food. So Cheesy, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIsSYgSxEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lN8ZkwRg2BM/s1600-h/DSCN0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188758415011398722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIsSYgSxEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lN8ZkwRg2BM/s320/DSCN0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princesses who made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIrx4gSxDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5Xg2NrVVwaU/s1600-h/DSCN0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188757856665650226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIrx4gSxDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5Xg2NrVVwaU/s320/DSCN0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enn kidnapped my camera and took alot of shots with it. Which i really like, because it's fun to later preview pictures that someone else took from your camera. Get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;But on this occasion, Enn took &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt; of candid shots of Anu la. They are all very nice shots. But still...&lt;br /&gt;I think Enn has a crush on Anu. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIrP4gSxCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/z5JMk1CHF2s/s1600-h/DSCN0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188757272550097954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIrP4gSxCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/z5JMk1CHF2s/s320/DSCN0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Enn, for reminding me that my camera has the colour options. Black &amp;amp; White shots are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIpt4gSw_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/PusfFsXdve0/s1600-h/DSCN0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188755588922917874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIpt4gSw_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/PusfFsXdve0/s320/DSCN0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Plaza on Scotts has gorgeous lobby and sitting area. The rooms must be even more gorgeous. And we girls got obsessed with the candles displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIpGIgSw9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/EIUSMZ3gE5g/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188754906023117778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIpGIgSw9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/EIUSMZ3gE5g/s320/DSCN0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu left earlier. So we were down to 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's better than candles are &lt;strong&gt;lighted &lt;/strong&gt;candles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIn64gSw8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Pc6rOEQhNtY/s1600-h/DSCN0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188753613237961666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIn64gSw8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Pc6rOEQhNtY/s320/DSCN0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked through the night. And gaze at beautiful stars and half-moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAInxYgSw7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Rh_nwgJhvoM/s1600-h/DSCN0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188753450029204402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAInxYgSw7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Rh_nwgJhvoM/s320/DSCN0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And had tons of fun, as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll know the company is good when you have had a good time even if all you did was talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks girls, for all the talks on types, hair dropdrop and everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You girls have parked yourselves at a special lot in my heart ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7104727284366319117?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7104727284366319117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7104727284366319117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7104727284366319117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7104727284366319117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/04/carouseling-with-princesses.html' title='Carouseling with the Princesses'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SAIsSYgSxEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lN8ZkwRg2BM/s72-c/DSCN0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-6336694447683991068</id><published>2008-04-06T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:04:24.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you want something so badly, you tend to overlook other things. Other important things. It is only when hiccups take place that you start to look at those things and appreciate the things that you have. We really can't take things for granted. Because in life, nothing is guaranteed. Yes, you can hope and wish. But ultimately, you don't decide. God does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote passed to me by Akki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imam al-Ghazali writes that the more we are attached to something, the more agony there is when we are separated from it. Most of us know this through experience. Now all that remains is the question of whether we can meet the Imam's second challenge- to be daring enough to entrust our affairs to God, admitting that He knows best for us in whatever He chooses. When something is taken, why not trust that what is received in exchange will be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-http://www.fazilmunir.com/batam.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Akki, for the much needed slap of a reminder =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-6336694447683991068?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6336694447683991068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=6336694447683991068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6336694447683991068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/6336694447683991068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/04/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens for a reason'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1857918411315843883</id><published>2008-04-03T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:47:06.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Kids Spells L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>I saw a SONY Handycam Ad some weeks ago and instantly fell in love with it. It depicts little kids doing innocent things that really is adorable if you look at it as an outsider. But a total nightmare if you're the parent of those kids. So far I've only seen the ad from cable's StarWorld channel and i couldn't find it anywhere online. So i took a clip of the ad using my superphone. Because EVERYONE should see the ad. It's seriously freaking awesome. Pardon the lack of quality of vid. And i was so &lt;em&gt;selenge&lt;/em&gt;, i did not change the vid time setting to maximum so it automatically stopped recording after 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v512/purpleberry/sonyad.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would so scream my purple head off if my daughter smeared ugly paints on my car. And if my son decided to play interior designer and had painted hand-prints on my walls and sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the kids in the videos have such an innocent face expression on them. See "00:09". That is something i would do when i was young, i think. Dressing up with clothes and accessories that does not belong to me. And then slip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;"00:07" made my jaw dropped. Like &lt;em&gt;alamak&lt;/em&gt;, no vase would be allowed in my house with kids around ok.&lt;br /&gt;"00:02" is my favouritest. But they cut off the part that i like. After shifting the orange cup vigorously from right to left, the little boy flipped the cup up and looked into it, as if expecting something to appear. Freaking adorable la. Freaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have witnessed a fair share of innocent-doings of young ones. Though they were not as violently damaging as what was seen in the ad.&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, my 3-year old cousin Alyssa was playing with this miniature bobble-headed doll. The doll has a hat firmly glued on its head. Alyssa ripped off the hat from the doll's head ok. And placed it on her own head. She then laughed at herself. Like she just realised that the hat won't fit her. It was priceless la. I like to observe kids doing things from a distance. Somehow they will only do the most ridiculous things when they thought no one was watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe little kids learn through discovery. They are not yet aware of what is wrong and what is right. It is only when they are scolded for their actions, that they realised what they shouldn't do. &lt;br /&gt;I think we should allow kids that space to venture. To be kids. And just discover things by themselves. Even if it means a broken china plate. Or a badly vendalised car. Or damaged make-up kits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog hopping and saw this line: "when I grow up, I want to be a child"&lt;br /&gt;Yah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;That would be barneyly awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1857918411315843883?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1857918411315843883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1857918411315843883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1857918411315843883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1857918411315843883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/04/kids-spells-l-o-v-e.html' title='Kids Spells L-O-V-E'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4972047511565823865</id><published>2008-03-25T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:04:45.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delighted.</title><content type='html'>Yay, I'm accepted for the Special Needs Officer (SNO) position! Interview was 6 weeks ago ok. And finally good news, Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;And getting this SNO position means im going to NIE for my special education diploma. I'm going back to schooling. Yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye work politics. Hello lectures, tutorials and projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in jumpy happy mode. And i feel the need to give a speech. Because there's so many people who have been giving me so much support and encouragement. (Ok, so soap-opera)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends, for consistently reminding me that the ultimate career for me is really one that involves kids. And also to those who insist that SNO is my calling and that i'll do great in it. Thank you for listening to me babble about the experiences i had dealing with kids. There'll be more to come, I'm sure. So I hope you're not bored yet ; )&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for allowing me the space to be fickle and doubt my choices but at the same time assuring me to go for it when it feels right and shaking the fickleness off me. Thank you for assuring me that it's ok to go for another diploma course when i already have one dumped somewhere in my cupboard. You people are really something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have as many friends as say, Paris Hilton. But the ones that i DO have, they are total gems. And i like having just a small circle of really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;You can hang out with 50 friends yes. But you'll only know peanuts about them. On the other side, you may hang out regularly with only 5 friends. But these friends, they read you like an encyclopedia and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im rarely personal in my blog entries, i think. But this will be an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the &lt;strong&gt;greatest people&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm fortunate enough to have contact with.&lt;br /&gt;To my oldest friend ever (from kindergarten, no kidding). Thanks for always, always saying the right things at the right time. You're the rainbow to my drizzles and the jumbo umbrella to my thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;To the person who knows me the longest, shared a room with me for donkey years, and had night talks with me when neither of us feel sleepy. Thank you for the blunt honesty that i hated but needed.&lt;br /&gt;To you, who stayed up online with me till 2am when i watched my team lose the cup final (and your team was not even in it). Thanks for being around and just listening to my whines of annoying superiors and everything else. And also for remembering the little details that matters. You're probably the only person i know who can say the lamest stuff but still managed to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Princess, thanks for all the online talks and reliving the fairy tale world with me. Your energy is infectious. And your self-confidence is admirable.&lt;br /&gt;To the sizzling seven, hurray for all the meetups. Many more to come please. We're colours to the rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not least, To my awesome duo. Dinner dates with you beautiful babes are always new set of adventures filled with countless laughters, tons of fun and many memorable moments. Thank you for laughing at my jokes like it's the funniest thing you have ever heard. Every meet-up adds a knot to our already tight bond. To the sophisticated one, I like how whatever you say always make sense. Thanks for always giving me your honest opinion on matters. To the gossipy (heh) one. One who listens without passing harsh judgement. Thank you for being my reliable cheerleader. I'll see you in NIE/NTU soon ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND thank you Allah, for these wonderful friends You send as gifts. Thank You for the plans that You have laid for me. And also the wrong turns and obstacles that I have encountered. Because they have been nothing but blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;"When Allah brings you to it, He'll bring you through it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have silver and bronze as friends. I only have gold =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4972047511565823865?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4972047511565823865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4972047511565823865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4972047511565823865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4972047511565823865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/03/delighted.html' title='Delighted.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7937524069397941314</id><published>2008-03-23T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:28:34.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><title type='text'>Blue is the colour.</title><content type='html'>Yay. I've found a chelsea-themed blogskin! Like finally. I've been waiting for one since i first start up this blog. And such a pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;But the blogskin won't stay here for long, i think. I'll change it soon enough. Because it's weird to see Crespo on it when he has left the club 2 seasons ago. And Gallas. Omg, Gallas! The current Arsenal captain. And one of my all-time fave, when there was the Desailly-Terry-Gallas defence line-up. Ah, such great memories.&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the other players on the skin are still around.&lt;br /&gt;The Captain Marvelous, John Terry.&lt;br /&gt;The good-looking Paulo Ferreira.&lt;br /&gt;The fierce and determined Didier Drogba.&lt;br /&gt;The charming and creative dude, Joe Cole.&lt;br /&gt;The ever reliable Makelele.&lt;br /&gt;The bestest second-choice goalie EVER, Carlo Cudicini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking adore my Chelsea players. Every single one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7937524069397941314?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7937524069397941314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7937524069397941314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7937524069397941314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7937524069397941314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/03/blue-is-colour.html' title='Blue is the colour.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-404769408697965637</id><published>2008-03-17T22:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:07:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izz at 1 yr 2 months</title><content type='html'>Question, how old must you be before the tag 'baby' gets inappropriate?&lt;br /&gt;A 1 yr 2 months old boy should still fit the category yes? So anyway, baby Izz has grown.&lt;br /&gt;He has about 3 english words and 4 malay words deposited in his word bank.&lt;br /&gt;He crawls like a champion but has yet grasp the art of walking without holding any pair of hands.&lt;br /&gt;Last time i checked, he has 8 teeth on him. I normally like it when babies bite on my fingers but i haven't got the chance to try that on Izz. He don't seem to like fingers very much.&lt;br /&gt;He's on a high-carbo diet. With all those rice, bread and biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;And he likes to play with soccer balls. Especially with my mini Chelsea ball. It's a sign, people. He'll grow up a Chelsea fan. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96HqesTpKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UYWYKH4AoXQ/s1600-h/Izz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178725785385804962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96HqesTpKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UYWYKH4AoXQ/s320/Izz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there he is. With smiles and teeth. And such unglam hair-do. It's so much funner to style up girls' hair.&lt;br /&gt;You can barely comb a baby boy's hair.&lt;br /&gt;But with a baby girl, you can tie their hair up high. You can tie their hair down low. You can tie it on both sides. You can braid their hair pretty. You can clip their hair up. You can secure their hair with a hairband of different colours and such. And you can use those really gorgeous stretchy and ribboned hairband. Ah, so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96FSusTpJI/AAAAAAAAAao/xfnQwF4y8k4/s1600-h/izz+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178723178340656274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96FSusTpJI/AAAAAAAAAao/xfnQwF4y8k4/s320/izz+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Izz loves to stare at nothing, just like his Aunt SFQ. I could just leave him on the bench, let him stare at the roadside and trees by himself, and just go back home. He wouldn't even realised I left. And have you any freaking idea how tough it is to make him tear his eyes off from whatever he's staring at and drag him home? He may weigh less than 10 kg, but his feet surely has a high attraction to the ground. Still, he's adorable. And so easily entertained. I try to bring him down to the park after work whenever i can. But when time doesn't allow me to do so, even a trip down the lift, around the lift, and back up the lift, is enough to make him break into a wide toothy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96CuesTpII/AAAAAAAAAag/JDU9fI16Mvc/s1600-h/izz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178720356547142786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96CuesTpII/AAAAAAAAAag/JDU9fI16Mvc/s320/izz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, babies do emo too, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96CX-sTpHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8zJbjr9K85c/s1600-h/izz+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178719970000086130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96CX-sTpHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8zJbjr9K85c/s320/izz+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to all the little kids who have given us joy and sunshine. Who have taught us the litle things in life. Who have made us appreciate those little things. Who have allowed us to be in their circle. Who have helped us to see better, hear better and feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little kids, the most honest human being there is. Because they don't mostly think. They feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-404769408697965637?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/404769408697965637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=404769408697965637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/404769408697965637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/404769408697965637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/03/izz-at-1-yr-2-months.html' title='Izz at 1 yr 2 months'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R96HqesTpKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UYWYKH4AoXQ/s72-c/Izz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8326393872574499748</id><published>2008-03-14T21:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:30:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z is for Zoo</title><content type='html'>Went to the Zoo with sisters and Nisa on Thursday. Free admission tickets are awesome. Yay to sister who works at a place with freaking cool benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my camera/memory card went bonkers, which resulted in the disappearance of a large quantity of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v71esTpFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YdLAYw6h-Z8/s1600-h/DSCN0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178009092783055954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v71esTpFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YdLAYw6h-Z8/s320/DSCN0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Nisa. She's 6 years old and is a Primary 1 student. Like most children her age, she asks many silly questions. Like when we were at the polar bear enclosure, where there were 2 polar bears (a mother-son pairing), she asked if the mother polar bear is fierce. It might not seem as hilarious now that i write about it but it was wayyyy funny la when she asked the question with such innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v7t-sTpEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QiDyRiVBG-g/s1600-h/DSCN0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178008963934037058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v7t-sTpEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QiDyRiVBG-g/s320/DSCN0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love staring at penguins. They are the prettiest white-black animal, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v7kOsTpDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Eh1xJNgxV1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178008796430312498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v7kOsTpDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Eh1xJNgxV1Q/s320/DSCN0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and elephants! We contributed an amount of cash in exchange for a basket of bananas and apples to feed the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v7besTpCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iGNLCIito9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178008646106457122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v7besTpCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iGNLCIito9Y/s320/DSCN0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheetah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9qB6usTpBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/--OC6cjVZQs/s1600-h/DSCN0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177593567582069778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9qB6usTpBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/--OC6cjVZQs/s320/DSCN0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and a giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9qBresTpAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wqxjTUtKpbw/s1600-h/DSCN0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177593305589064706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9qBresTpAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wqxjTUtKpbw/s320/DSCN0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9qBgesTo_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/hBgdfyhhShA/s1600-h/DSCN0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R90uu-sTpGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rSrmV36eCQw/s1600-h/4OfUs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346531183633506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R90uu-sTpGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rSrmV36eCQw/s320/4OfUs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughed buckets. Walked miles. Breathed animals. Had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8326393872574499748?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8326393872574499748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8326393872574499748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8326393872574499748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8326393872574499748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/03/z-is-for-zoo.html' title='Z is for Zoo'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9v71esTpFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YdLAYw6h-Z8/s72-c/DSCN0599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-725770657146078084</id><published>2008-03-12T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:19:28.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtsey the Princess</title><content type='html'>Someone said my name sounds Egyptian Princess -ish. Yayy. Funny how something silly can make one so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9fzxOsTo8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/TIbINGYHC-U/s1600-h/princess.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176874323768746946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9fzxOsTo8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/TIbINGYHC-U/s320/princess.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-725770657146078084?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/725770657146078084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=725770657146078084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/725770657146078084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/725770657146078084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/03/curtsey-princess.html' title='Curtsey the Princess'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9fzxOsTo8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/TIbINGYHC-U/s72-c/princess.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-313877121178732279</id><published>2008-03-10T20:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:32:31.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Tour</title><content type='html'>I was out on Saturday for a night tour organised by the school's Parents Support Group. Overall, it could be better but ok, shall not complain. Afterall it's their first time organising such event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was from 8pm to 8am the next day. We went to Boat Quay, T3, Jurong Fish Port, some vegetable wholesale place and Mount Faber. It is probably more meant for the mothers. They seemed really happy with the tour la. And bought boxes of fishes and bags of vegetables. No prize for guessing that I ended up empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy going to the market with mother. I just leave mother to do the buying. I'm more of an observer, see. Market-shopping with mother has never been a chore. I regard it as a form of entertainment. Especially if it's at Geylang Serai Market. That place is so freaking cool ok. I'd find myself grinning idiotically when the fishmongers say "Lai, lai..1 kilo $5" with a croaky, robotic, almost sexy voice. and also when my my mother starts to bargain and emerge victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the trip. I'm a morning person. At night, i sleep. So staying awake the whole night was a challenge by itself. I KO-ed at around 4:30. Diana and me went up the bus and had a quick nap while the others were busy shopping for vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, i must say that it's pretty refreshing to be up in the wee hours and be walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VImesTo5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/fqg-kimgljY/s1600-h/DSCN0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176123172643382162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VImesTo5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/fqg-kimgljY/s320/DSCN0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Boat Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VISusTo4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7U-Pn3GTAkI/s1600-h/DSCN0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176122833340965762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VISusTo4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7U-Pn3GTAkI/s320/DSCN0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the colouful lights are reflected on the surface of the river. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VHKesTo3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/aZqEsNuJGEU/s1600-h/DSCN0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176121592095417202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VHKesTo3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/aZqEsNuJGEU/s320/DSCN0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the bus, we spotted the Singapore Flyer. I love this shot. It is so accidentally pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VEFOsTo2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/6wliKiitf6c/s1600-h/DSCN0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176118203366220642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VEFOsTo2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/6wliKiitf6c/s320/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from the top of Mount Faber at about 6am. The purpose of going to Mount Faber was actually to observe the sunrise, which was the only reason why i was so interested to go for the night tour in the first place. But turns out the clouds were very heavy at the side where the sun was due to rise. So we can't see the sun rising. I was sad ok. But this just shows that we humans can do the planning. But things don't always go as planned. Nevermind, as what mother pointed out when i complained to her, i have already witnessed the sun rising beautifully at beautiful &lt;em&gt;Pulau Redang&lt;/em&gt;. So i shouldn't feel that disappointed. Well, we can never get enough of good stuff, can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VDXesTo1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ng_qS_XgX5M/s1600-h/DSCN0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176117417387205458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VDXesTo1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ng_qS_XgX5M/s320/DSCN0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be the time when the sun begins to rise, or halway rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VC4esTo0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/2NVZ9CO2Vhg/s1600-h/DSCN0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176116884811260738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VC4esTo0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/2NVZ9CO2Vhg/s320/DSCN0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, morning says hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VCB-sTozI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Z6wyfx4jWX8/s1600-h/DSCN0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176115948508390194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VCB-sTozI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Z6wyfx4jWX8/s320/DSCN0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, my partner throughout the night tour. Trip may not be great but company is good. Overall, the trip gets 3.1/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-313877121178732279?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/313877121178732279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=313877121178732279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/313877121178732279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/313877121178732279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/03/night-tour.html' title='Night Tour'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R9VImesTo5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/fqg-kimgljY/s72-c/DSCN0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-963822409463691570</id><published>2008-03-03T23:30:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:28:24.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Kahang</title><content type='html'>I was asked to follow the P6 students to their Johor overseas trip to Kahang EcoFarm last thursday and friday. It was a pretty pleasant trip. The place is calming and i feel that i've got a healthy piece of peace there. piece of peace, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it really does one good when she steps out of her comfort zone. I wasn't very close with the other staff who were going for the trip. Hence I wasn't looking forward to the trip at first. I feel like i've been forced to go. But silly me, really. It was an incredible, eye-opening experience! That's the art of taking chances. You'll never really know the outcome unless you take that leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wgdhqbXVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wz1iM9aWGUg/s1600-h/DSCN0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545763566476626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wgdhqbXVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wz1iM9aWGUg/s320/DSCN0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture doesn't make a good introduction of the place, sorry. My camera decided to have an off-day and all (except for 1) pictures i took form the first day vanished. I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; a good backdrop picture of the place which i took on the first day. I really really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wgThqbXUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/h8-_seVY40g/s1600-h/DSCN0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545591767784770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wgThqbXUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/h8-_seVY40g/s320/DSCN0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids slept in tents. While us adults get to sleep in apartment-like rooms. Which i must say is pretty well made. We had proper beds and showers with heaters. Ah, such luxury is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wgIRqbXTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/T0IH4PMwEd0/s1600-h/DSCN0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545398494256434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wgIRqbXTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/T0IH4PMwEd0/s320/DSCN0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of the many clowns in the class that i was attached to. The class is awesome! I laughed buckets at their effortless jokes and antics. Their form teacher is equally humorous. Such quick-witted humour and sarcasm are charming, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wf8RqbXSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ak8rEOAKkIk/s1600-h/DSCN0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173545192335826210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wf8RqbXSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ak8rEOAKkIk/s320/DSCN0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class with one of the instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfuxqbXRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/7DabzInDzss/s1600-h/DSCN0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173544960407592210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfuxqbXRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/7DabzInDzss/s320/DSCN0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids get to do water-rafting, which looks like loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfmhqbXQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hGuFXZjGLt0/s1600-h/DSCN0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173544818673671426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfmhqbXQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hGuFXZjGLt0/s320/DSCN0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wffBqbXPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-7dGyV9Ertw/s1600-h/obstacle+course.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173544689824652530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wffBqbXPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-7dGyV9Ertw/s320/obstacle+course.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also did the water obstacle course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the water activities, we went for a nature walk at the nearby jungle. There were numerous rubber trees and a few kampung houses with local villagers. And later at night we had night walk at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfSBqbXOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2P019pAeBL4/s1600-h/DSCN0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173544466486353122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfSBqbXOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2P019pAeBL4/s320/DSCN0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the school staff who went for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a new object of interest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfExqbXNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2DE0fHclQZo/s1600-h/DSCN0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173544238853086418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wfExqbXNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2DE0fHclQZo/s320/DSCN0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..lotus! It's so lovelyyy. The lotus are all opened up due to very heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8we2xqbXMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RWJXmdLEcuQ/s1600-h/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543998334917826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8we2xqbXMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RWJXmdLEcuQ/s320/DSCN0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8weuBqbXLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SErHpXyofL8/s1600-h/DSCN0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543848011062450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8weuBqbXLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SErHpXyofL8/s320/DSCN0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8weWRqbXJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rp9AwXvWdLE/s1600-h/DSCN0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543439989169298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8weWRqbXJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rp9AwXvWdLE/s320/DSCN0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white-coloured lotus. Which is really special because it's the only white lotus there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8weLhqbXII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5WYRPg_DUG4/s1600-h/DSCN0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543255305575554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8weLhqbXII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5WYRPg_DUG4/s320/DSCN0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were plentiful of ducks quacking away in an almost irritating way. They sounded like donald duck X 100. Apparently the farmers uses the ducks' poop as organic fertilisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wdaBqbXHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DTjoZgWWPpw/s1600-h/DSCN0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173542404902050930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wdaBqbXHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DTjoZgWWPpw/s320/DSCN0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful green beetle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were alot of interesting insects/animals that we normally don't get to see in our everyday lives. I saw leeches, dragonflies and a type of flying insect which looks alot like a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the special features of the farm is its plantation and absolutely gorgeous flowers. I got so &lt;em&gt;jakun&lt;/em&gt;-ed ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wcUxqbXGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gk0gr00hgko/s1600-h/dragonfruit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173541215196109922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wcUxqbXGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gk0gr00hgko/s320/dragonfruit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragonfruit plant belongs to the cactus family. Interesting, aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8waxhqbXFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uArOlmNa_YY/s1600-h/DSCN0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173539510094093394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8waxhqbXFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uArOlmNa_YY/s320/DSCN0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Anastacia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a fittingly adorable name for a cute, pretty flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wajxqbXEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0MgIe6jV-BU/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173539273870892098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wajxqbXEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0MgIe6jV-BU/s320/flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saved the best for the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8waURqbXDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/e1zuAZy9UpU/s1600-h/DSCN0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173539007582919730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8waURqbXDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/e1zuAZy9UpU/s320/DSCN0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this the prettiest flower you have ever seen or is this the prettiest flower you have ever seen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it looks like 3 different flowers combined into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, go pluck me some pretty flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-963822409463691570?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/963822409463691570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=963822409463691570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/963822409463691570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/963822409463691570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/03/trip-to-kahang.html' title='Trip to Kahang'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R8wgdhqbXVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wz1iM9aWGUg/s72-c/DSCN0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7444622715082293763</id><published>2008-02-25T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:28:34.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><title type='text'>I'm a True Blue. Yay.</title><content type='html'>I was highly anticipating the Carling Cup final match between Chelsea and Spurs. I was expecting us to win. Not because I don't think Spurs can beat us. But because I know Chelsea &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; win. There's a difference, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it wasn't meant to be. Spurs beat us 2-1, fair and square. They secured the win few mins into extra time. Some may argue that Wayne Bridge didn't touched the ball intentionally, hence the penalty that gave spurs their first goal shouldn't have been given. But i prefer not to dwell on what-ifs. Let's give Spurs the credits they deserved. Like us, they fought hard. Which brought the match to extra time. And anyhow, I still have soft spots for underdogs so it's somehow a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the loss could be a blessing in disguise. My Chelsea guys better work their blue socks off and gun for the remaining 3 cups we are still in the running for .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We have to take our hats off to Tottenham, they won the trophy today, but we move on and go forward."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Joe Cole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7444622715082293763?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7444622715082293763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7444622715082293763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7444622715082293763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7444622715082293763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-true-blue-yay.html' title='I&apos;m a True Blue. Yay.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-827179119294328807</id><published>2008-02-17T21:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:36:22.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling for rainbow</title><content type='html'>Went out bowling with the secondary school group yesterday. It was a simple yet nice day out. Thanks guys, for saving time to meet up. Cheers to the recruit who came down few hours after booking out of camp. And yay dude, Chelsea is in the FA cup quarterfinals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm not in a much babbly mode. So, pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAU3GJnYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iW9iEA4cWSw/s1600-h/3+princess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951299538951554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAU3GJnYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iW9iEA4cWSw/s320/3+princess.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 princesses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAPHGJnXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/u0250mbTbQM/s1600-h/2+knights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951200754703730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAPHGJnXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/u0250mbTbQM/s320/2+knights.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and the 2 knights (minus the shining armour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAAXGJnVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QZVWBv-tiK0/s1600-h/the+bowlers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167950947351633234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAAXGJnVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QZVWBv-tiK0/s320/the+bowlers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the bowlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAJnGJnWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hfVuOuxjLLk/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951106265423202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAJnGJnWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hfVuOuxjLLk/s320/DSCN0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's a bowling entry without a picture of the scores, correct?&lt;br /&gt;I can't even score a spare, and the others did. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hBvXGJnZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ao-S0dk1Pxk/s1600-h/5freaks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167952854317112722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hBvXGJnZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ao-S0dk1Pxk/s320/5freaks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fascinating how different a picture without flash turns out in opposed to one with flash. We took the 2nd shot like 2o seconds after the first. But it's as if the first shot (without flash) is taken during the day, and the second shot (with flash) taken at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, Carousel next, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-827179119294328807?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/827179119294328807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=827179119294328807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/827179119294328807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/827179119294328807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/bowling-for-rainbow.html' title='bowling for rainbow'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7hAU3GJnYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iW9iEA4cWSw/s72-c/3+princess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-144497939284425262</id><published>2008-02-16T12:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:16:22.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scribble</title><content type='html'>I was browsing fonts online when i came across this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7ZsqnGJnSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TuS0MEMj0DM/s1600-h/LETTER+STROKES.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167437101759307042" style="WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7ZsqnGJnSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TuS0MEMj0DM/s320/LETTER+STROKES.bmp" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The font is so primary school!! I like. It's like what we did on our PETS worksheet, tracing all the letters by following strokes and dots. And i always, always have red-pen lines on my alphabets because i don't follow the dots perfectly. It's still fun nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when i chanced upon this font. Like what Enn said, "happy people do ridiculous things". I tore out a piece of paper and began writing the alphabets by following the strokes as taught by the font. I got so engrossed that i actually wrote a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7Zs0nGJnTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X7BEwPP-jTw/s1600-h/bsyell+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167437273557998898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7Zs0nGJnTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X7BEwPP-jTw/s320/bsyell+story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, ignore the story. I was in nonsensical dreamy mode. Look at the handwriting. I think it's my best handwriting yet. It's a pity they dont have the font in small letters. Writing those alphabets by follwing the strokes was somewhat therapeutic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fascinating how even small random things can make your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-144497939284425262?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/144497939284425262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=144497939284425262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/144497939284425262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/144497939284425262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/scribble.html' title='scribble'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7ZsqnGJnSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TuS0MEMj0DM/s72-c/LETTER+STROKES.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-9164731373266200093</id><published>2008-02-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:29:37.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesses'/><title type='text'>Princesses + old trees = Magical</title><content type='html'>I had a Princess Day Out with the babes at Botanic Gardens last Saturday. It was awesomely awesome! The 2 A's - Akki and Anu - were not able to turn up. Which was a huge pity because Botanic was Akki's idea and Anu was already on excitement mode. Nevermind babes. we'll go there again next time. This time we shall bring frisbee or a football! And maybe get the guys to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, picnic at Botanic is really a brilliant idea. It reminds me alot of tea parties in the garden. So Princess-ey! Ok, i'm starting to sound like i'm 10 years old. So, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G_j3GJnRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LhmFL1wFAe0/s1600-h/DSCN0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166120870376742162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G_j3GJnRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LhmFL1wFAe0/s320/DSCN0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheena's picnic mat fits the 3 of us (and our huge bags) nicely. We had sinfully good food. Well, what's a picnic without that, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G_I3GJnQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vC6pXZD_Uws/s1600-h/DSCN0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166120406520274178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G_I3GJnQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vC6pXZD_Uws/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were soooo many squirrels! Which is lovely. Coz it feels like we're in a scene of Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-63GJnPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/scColFxtJPs/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166120166002105586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-63GJnPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/scColFxtJPs/s320/DSCN0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite thing in botanic gardens has to be the trees. Alot of the trees looked like they've been there since 200 years ago. So ancient. With many many trunks and incredibly long and thick roots. Trees has never been this fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-sXGJnOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vwjSY9SxFxE/s1600-h/DSCN0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166119916894002402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-sXGJnOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vwjSY9SxFxE/s320/DSCN0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheenarella. Ennriel. Bsyelle (The 'B' is silent)&lt;br /&gt;You Princesses made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-Z3GJnNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-wmaZ10Byys/s1600-h/DSCN0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166119599066422482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-Z3GJnNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-wmaZ10Byys/s320/DSCN0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my favourite tree! It's sooooo gorgeous. A few of the roots were not touching the ground. So it makes a great bench. I like. Gorgeous, huge old tree turns me emo. Well, it's not everyday that you see Syafiqah in Emo Land.&lt;br /&gt;I want to adopt this tree. And demand it to be transferred near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tree is really special. Because it introduced us to a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-PnGJnMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jNm4FKoInaI/s1600-h/DSCN0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166119422972763330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G-PnGJnMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jNm4FKoInaI/s320/DSCN0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Ashley. She's 4. She's pretty. And she climbed the root of the tree with ease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G8XXGJnLI/AAAAAAAAATs/EP7RHPE32HI/s1600-h/DSCN0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166117357093493938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G8XXGJnLI/AAAAAAAAATs/EP7RHPE32HI/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gamely took a picture with Sheena and Enn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G8D3GJnKI/AAAAAAAAATk/pRvwB0DYiwI/s1600-h/DSCN0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166117022086044834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G8D3GJnKI/AAAAAAAAATk/pRvwB0DYiwI/s320/DSCN0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got so comfortable with us that she sits in for another shot. I was like "Ashley, can you help take a picture of us. I'll teach you how" She went "Ok!" and started to climb back up the tree. It took me a few seconds to realised that she misinterpreted my question and thought that i told her to go back up to take another shot. But it's ok, the camera loves cute, adorable 4 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G7hHGJnJI/AAAAAAAAATc/KpH6Ui7QfM0/s1600-h/DSCN0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166116425085590674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G7hHGJnJI/AAAAAAAAATc/KpH6Ui7QfM0/s320/DSCN0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley is my favourite stranger to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G32nGJnII/AAAAAAAAATU/TIbogyUf1tc/s1600-h/DSCN0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166112396406267010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G32nGJnII/AAAAAAAAATU/TIbogyUf1tc/s320/DSCN0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current Botanic Gardens is filled with soooo many variety of plants. There's a cactus area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one on the picture is the bonsai plant area. So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G203GJnHI/AAAAAAAAATM/6g2iVugEsnU/s1600-h/DSCN0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166111266829868146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G203GJnHI/AAAAAAAAATM/6g2iVugEsnU/s320/DSCN0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid on our backs and i took this shot. Ahhh, so green, so blue, so peaceful. And i love the sight of birds flying above. It really is a whole different angle when you look up to the sky while lying down on the ground. In normal days, we are too busy (or so we claimed) to take a moment and just appreciate nature as it is. So i'm glad we did that on that day. This is one time where silences are never awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G2PHGJnGI/AAAAAAAAATE/9UMTuCLI66U/s1600-h/DSCN0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166110618289806434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G2PHGJnGI/AAAAAAAAATE/9UMTuCLI66U/s320/DSCN0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's the end of another chapter of meetups with the princesses. Singapore Botanic Gardens is great. We've only covered like 1/5 of the whole place. It is seriously huge. We'll cover the other 4/5 next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh my, my bag look so huge in the picture above. No wonder Enn and Sheena calls it the Barney bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want flowers. I want a huge old tree with bench-like roots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-9164731373266200093?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/9164731373266200093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=9164731373266200093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9164731373266200093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9164731373266200093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/princesses-old-trees-magical.html' title='Princesses + old trees = Magical'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7G_j3GJnRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LhmFL1wFAe0/s72-c/DSCN0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-9212055128983557949</id><published>2008-02-08T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:18:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Istana</title><content type='html'>Tagged along with elder sis and her friends to Istana Open House during 2nd day of CNY. Quite an experience, i must say. And don't be jealous, I saw the President. AND the President's wife. They were only like 3 arms-wide away from me. (mental note: strike off President in my 'People I Want To Meet' List)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, back to serious business. The land is super huge ok. We walked for like 20-30 minutes before we reached the main building. But it's so freaking worth it. Because the interior is awesome! The gorgeous chandeliers, the perfectly-polished floors, the cupboard-aircon. The building make me feel like i'm in a set of &lt;em&gt;National Treasure&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pity photo-taking is not allowed. So no interiors pictures to share, sorry. But do go there next holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, pictures of exteriors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BvGHGJnCI/AAAAAAAAASk/5B4_IYnczzE/s1600-h/DSCN0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165750923368700962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BvGHGJnCI/AAAAAAAAASk/5B4_IYnczzE/s320/DSCN0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a miniature Istana. Or an Istana magnet. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BvRHGJnDI/AAAAAAAAASs/F1m4ULccmH8/s1600-h/DSCN0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165751112347262002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BvRHGJnDI/AAAAAAAAASs/F1m4ULccmH8/s320/DSCN0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls with a mission. Mission to find treasures. Treasures in a form of a map. Map with a big red 'X'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BvYnGJnEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/u4Xkw44DE_c/s1600-h/DSCN0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165751241196280898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BvYnGJnEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/u4Xkw44DE_c/s320/DSCN0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Sissy! For asking me along. I love you, even when you straight-forwardly rejected to be my partner in Amazing Race Asia 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BwsnGJnFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2_haVD2C2zo/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165752684305292370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BwsnGJnFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2_haVD2C2zo/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a picture with smart-clothes guyyy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company i had that day was great, thanks. Marina and her boyfriend Awadh made me laugh buckets. Such a fairytale-perfect couple. It amazes me how some people are effortlessly funny. Like they don't even have to try to make jokes. Everything that came out from their mouth is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of visiting the national museum next. Arts appreciation, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-9212055128983557949?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/9212055128983557949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=9212055128983557949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9212055128983557949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9212055128983557949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/trip-to-istana.html' title='Trip to Istana'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R7BvGHGJnCI/AAAAAAAAASk/5B4_IYnczzE/s72-c/DSCN0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-2573214080257742497</id><published>2008-02-03T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:26:39.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles &amp; Frowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smile&lt;/u&gt; (noun):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An expression on your face in which your &lt;strong&gt;mouth curves upwards&lt;/strong&gt; to show that you are &lt;strong&gt;happy, amused, friendly&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frown&lt;/u&gt; (verb):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make an &lt;strong&gt;angry, unhappy, or confused&lt;/strong&gt; expression, moving your &lt;strong&gt;eyebrows together&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[adapted from Longman dictionary]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and frowns are probably the most-used expression of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone familiar, you'll smile. When you see someone familiar but can't quite remember who that person is, you'll frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read a random SMS, you'll smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't agree with what someone has said, you'll frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fascinating how even small changes can trigger different expression in a split second - be it smile or frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles make happy days while frowns make bad days. Do they, really? Again, it boils down to an individual's perception and choice. I think there is always a balance between these two. Surely frowns creep in into our faces at least once a day. But does that mean the day is doomed? Life is no fairytale. Wouldn't it be creepy to be smiling all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, life's hiccups and challenges are unavoidable. There will be times when something or someone pisses you off, causing you to frown. But there are also times when something or someone does things that makes your mouth curve upwards, or make you laugh out loud, or make you grin like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't only expect good things to happen all the time. I personally think a balance of smiles and frowns, is healthy. It'll keep us content, more appreciative and less arrogant. It gives us perspectives and enable us to make choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time something or someone causes you to frown, don't fret. Just keep note that smiles are on its way.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-2573214080257742497?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2573214080257742497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=2573214080257742497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2573214080257742497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2573214080257742497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiles-frowns.html' title='Smiles &amp; Frowns'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-2393715182914106185</id><published>2008-01-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:25:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still love fairytales. So sue me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Impulsive:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1) Inclined to act on impulse rather than thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2) Characterized by &lt;u&gt;unthinking boldness and haste&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(3)Acting or happening without apparent forethought, prompting, or planning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adapted from education.yahoo.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've just bought something impulsively. With 'unthinking boldness and haste', totally. But is it true that it is only impulsive if you regret it? Because I don't regret buying it. At least not yet. I bought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R5i2-e7LSAI/AAAAAAAAASc/TDQ_SQg7uhE/s1600-h/fairytale+bk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159074557722314754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R5i2-e7LSAI/AAAAAAAAASc/TDQ_SQg7uhE/s320/fairytale+bk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of fairytales - Beauty &amp;amp; the beast, Snow White &amp;amp; the 7 Dwarfs, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can laugh now. You won't be the only one. Both my sisters think i've gone absolutely nuts. And i get uncomfortable when they ask me for the price. Hello, that is sensitive ok. I don't need the i-cant-believe-you-spent-that-money-for-&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;-thing look. That will cause me to go into major defensive mode. And say stuff like "but the book is heavy! and it has lots of pictures! and it has 6 stories!" hah, like that will justify anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like love at first sight ok. I did contemplate on whether i should get it. Muhaini convinced me that i should if i really want to. So i did. And i am as happy as a kid with 10 lollipops. It was however a little embarrassing when the cashier girl was asking another girl what category the book is in and she said "children". Weii, shouldn't it be classified under classics?? So age-ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what made me buy that book. It must be due to all those fairytale talks with Henny la. We always somehow include fairytales in our conversations. Right, Princess Enn? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started reading the Beauty and the Beast chapter. It's so freaking awesome. I'm planning to read The Little Mermaid next followed by Cinderella. Anyone wants to join me? We could read the stories over tubs of ice cream and packets of french fries. Total feel-good moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no i'm not childish. I'm just, eccentric. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-2393715182914106185?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2393715182914106185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=2393715182914106185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2393715182914106185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2393715182914106185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-still-love-fairytales-so-sue-me.html' title='I still love fairytales. So sue me.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R5i2-e7LSAI/AAAAAAAAASc/TDQ_SQg7uhE/s72-c/fairytale+bk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7124672964781499400</id><published>2008-01-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:28:13.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babies. adorable.</title><content type='html'>Last week was baby Izz Zuhairi's 1st birthday and he had a birthday bash. The party however is honestly, blah. Ruud is right, it's not a good idea to have a birthday party for a 1 year old because they are way tooo small. They can't open their own presents, blow the candles of their birthday cake and remember details of the party. After the official cutting cake ceremony, Izz actually sleep la. The VIP, sleep, during his birthday party. hah. But he can't be blamed. So i did not get a shot of him at his party. But i have a pretty recent picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4o4xWnwBCI/AAAAAAAAASU/FvSRB8fC1fo/s1600-h/DSCN0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154995144016004130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4o4xWnwBCI/AAAAAAAAASU/FvSRB8fC1fo/s320/DSCN0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izz in Tigger costume. heh. and he has teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;Izz is adorable and all. But i have my eyes on another cutie that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4oo62nwA_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6h0rYMQdoZk/s1600-h/Qistina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154977715038716914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4oo62nwA_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6h0rYMQdoZk/s320/Qistina3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Qistina! She's about 3 months old. And she looked quite alot like me when i was her age. Even my mum agrees. She's so freaking adorable ok. I carry her at every opportunity and squeeze her tight. I would have pinched those super soft cheeks if her mum wasn't anywhere near. This picture is set as my handphone wallpaper and it earned me 10 energy points everytime i look at it. She's that cute, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4opOGnwBAI/AAAAAAAAASE/vJzOkVUTV0I/s1600-h/Qistina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154978045751198722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4opOGnwBAI/AAAAAAAAASE/vJzOkVUTV0I/s320/Qistina2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see those pouty lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4opeWnwBBI/AAAAAAAAASM/QUX7ZEBK560/s1600-h/Qistina1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154978324924072978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4opeWnwBBI/AAAAAAAAASM/QUX7ZEBK560/s320/Qistina1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that a seemingly tiny mouth can open into a wide brilliant smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qistina made my day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hug counter has reached the 1000 mark. Thank you, hug-givers! Awesome la. I have this blog for about 3 years. So that's an average of 1 hug/day. Ok, don't ask how even virtual hugs can excite me. I'm weird that way. And I'm a happy person. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7124672964781499400?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7124672964781499400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7124672964781499400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7124672964781499400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7124672964781499400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/01/babies-adorable.html' title='babies. adorable.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R4o4xWnwBCI/AAAAAAAAASU/FvSRB8fC1fo/s72-c/DSCN0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-375309296462519470</id><published>2008-01-06T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:26:52.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must have done something right by Relient K</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejkkfntmUTU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejkkfntmUTU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something very appealing about this song. It's probably the catchy tune. And the endearingly sweet lyrics. "We should get jerseys cause we make a great team" and "I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday I spend with you is the new best day of my life" Cliche indeed. And a tad cheesy. But very sweet, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the video rocks socks. I tried juggling a football with my feet a few times but mum accused me of trying to break things in the house. It's not my fault that my brain, eye and feet refused to work together, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-375309296462519470?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/375309296462519470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=375309296462519470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/375309296462519470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/375309296462519470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/01/must-have-done-something-right-by.html' title='Must have done something right by Relient K'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-2019836417510618767</id><published>2008-01-05T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:33:41.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should have my own cartoon series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R37i4GnwA-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/LwdxXu4a67g/s1600-h/footieCartoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151804477236315106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R37i4GnwA-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/LwdxXu4a67g/s320/footieCartoon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caricature of my sisters and me. Drawn by workmate Umrah. She draws caricatures as a side job. So if you would like to see more of her work or order a caricature of your own, just ring me, beep me or write me. (Wah seh, free ad right here ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She draws and outline the drawing first before uploading it onto the computer to colour and shade it using Photoshop. I find it pretty pricey at first. But it's an art piece afterall. And you require some serious skills to execute something like this. So i'll say it's money-worthy. And you can pick your own theme if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, i think i'd make one comical cartoon. Muhaini reassures me that i look much better in person. Hah, thanks. But i must say, the cartoon us really look like us. That Umrah can seriously draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i really should have my own cartoon series. Maybe a bit like &lt;em&gt;As told by Ginger&lt;/em&gt;. Or &lt;em&gt;Kim Possible&lt;/em&gt;. Or about my obsession for Chelsea FC. Or the colour purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-2019836417510618767?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2019836417510618767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=2019836417510618767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2019836417510618767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/2019836417510618767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-should-have-my-own-cartoon-series.html' title='i should have my own cartoon series'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R37i4GnwA-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/LwdxXu4a67g/s72-c/footieCartoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5467553538924330669</id><published>2007-12-30T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:44:06.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avram Grant</title><content type='html'>Read this somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The referee said that Ashley saved it with his hand, but the television shows he saved it with his head.Now they're saying head to chest and maybe touching his hand. &lt;strong&gt;So is it an anatomy lesson now?&lt;/strong&gt; I listened to everybody and they're saying it has maybe gone from his head to his chest. &lt;strong&gt;It's like an animal, this ball&lt;/strong&gt;. No. It was clear that he saved it with his head."&lt;br /&gt;-- Avram Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! That got me laughing bad! Avram Grant *gasps* has a sense of humor!! That's NEWS la ok. GOOOOD news. The way he fights for his players - awesome! Kinda reminded me of Jose Mourinho a.k.a The Special One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info: During the dying minutes of the match against Aston Villa, Villa attacked. Ashley Cole saved the ball at goal line using his head. The ball bounced off his outstretched hands. Referee spotted it as foul, gave Ash a red card and awarded Villa a penalty. Which the rather good looking Gareth Barry scored almost cool-ly. That made the score 4-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the penalty may indeed be a penalty. But the red card is total rubbish. It's ball to hand what. Not hand to ball. But if it's not handball then the penalty shouldn't be given? Ok, i'm at a rare lost-in-footie-rules mode.&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5467553538924330669?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5467553538924330669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5467553538924330669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5467553538924330669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5467553538924330669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/avram-grant.html' title='Avram Grant'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4540782953902565677</id><published>2007-12-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:00:58.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetups are awesome!</title><content type='html'>Met up with the poly clique, minus 2, last sunday. It was a great day of catching up over games, at Mind Cafe. The girls have soooo grown up. but I still adore them the same. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UeuWnwA9I/AAAAAAAAARs/6Mx_4unJSss/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149055530663150546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UeuWnwA9I/AAAAAAAAARs/6Mx_4unJSss/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UeNWnwA8I/AAAAAAAAARk/7vUa5OsF7J8/s1600-h/DSCN0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149054963727467458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UeNWnwA8I/AAAAAAAAARk/7vUa5OsF7J8/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing 'choorodles' (or something along that line). It's charade using props. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3Ud7GnwA7I/AAAAAAAAARc/x9Wc-zEteG4/s1600-h/DSCN0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149054650194854834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3Ud7GnwA7I/AAAAAAAAARc/x9Wc-zEteG4/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those toy soldiers. They look so brave. And stiff. But brave. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UdOmnwA4I/AAAAAAAAARE/ftLjFwn4COk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149053885690676098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UdOmnwA4I/AAAAAAAAARE/ftLjFwn4COk/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribbons make good accessories for trees. But i'll recommend using purple-coloured ones. Because purple and green matches really well. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UdhmnwA6I/AAAAAAAAARU/6T2xDER9L8A/s1600-h/umbrella+craze.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149054212108190626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UdhmnwA6I/AAAAAAAAARU/6T2xDER9L8A/s320/umbrella+craze.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the ideas la Liza. Or was it Sam's? I like this picture! We make umbrellas look sooooo IN. Right Liza? =) And my umbrella is purple yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3Uda2nwA5I/AAAAAAAAARM/eTiG2fcwV5w/s1600-h/jy+liza+sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149054096144073618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3Uda2nwA5I/AAAAAAAAARM/eTiG2fcwV5w/s320/jy+liza+sam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy, Liza, Sam. The girls who are often in my thoughts. You lovely ladies totally rocked my poly life. Biomedical aren't really my cup of tea but i dont regret taking the diploma. Because I made such awesome friends! =D I'd even repeat the whole 3 years all over again. With them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks girls, for the wonderful times spent. Lectures would have been unbearable without you gems. I miss going bedok reservoir with you girls to just &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;. Ah, such awesome times. And lets not forget all the dvds we have watched in TP library. The best would have to be &lt;em&gt;Kate and Leopold&lt;/em&gt;. Or the french movie &lt;em&gt;he loves me, he loves me not&lt;/em&gt;. Omg, i remember we went in for tutorial like 10 minutes late because of K&lt;em&gt;ate and Leopold&lt;/em&gt; la. Must be the Hugh Jackman factor. Right Sam? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liza, I will always remember the time when we got caught playing tic tac toe (or was it hangman?) during lecture. If i ever have to get caught doing something i should not, i'm glad it was with you. Hah, ok that sounded a tad cheesy. Liza rocks ok! And so does Jy and Sam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You girls sparkle. Like diamonds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4540782953902565677?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4540782953902565677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4540782953902565677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4540782953902565677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4540782953902565677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/meetups-are-awesome.html' title='Meetups are awesome!'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R3UeuWnwA9I/AAAAAAAAARs/6Mx_4unJSss/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-9214654244035654224</id><published>2007-12-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:57:03.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome weekend with the secondary school darlings on Saturday and the poly clique on Sunday. Both outings totally deserve an entry each. First stop is the Sweet Saturday spent with equally sweet individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to go bowling and the guys were supposed to be present. But sometimes things don't go as planned. It really is ok. We probably do need a girls-only day out (no offence to you guys la ok. hah) So we girls decide to go sit down somewhere and have ice cream. We had a really nice catching-up session and just talked almost non-stop. Yay to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147574497090470770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bu2nwA3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l7ruBmW883k/s320/4+of+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesomely-fun girls.&lt;br /&gt;Anu --&gt; The happy-go-lucky, animated and totally fun to be with girl. We love your stories and am looking forward to hear more. It's ok that u're wearing a ManU jersey and that u're a fan, i still love you the same =))&lt;br /&gt;Enn --&gt; The no-nonsense, infectiously-energetic and entertaining girl. She who agrees that Prince Eric is hot! Heh. Thanks for the endless convos on anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Akki --&gt; The intelligent, bubbly and ever-sweet girl. One who always say the right things at the right time. Thanks for being there through thick and thin moments.&lt;br /&gt;You girls totally spell out L-O-V-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bqGnwA2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2bk-ZEek5Cg/s1600-h/sugar,spice+n+everything+nice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147574415486092130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bqGnwA2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2bk-ZEek5Cg/s320/sugar,spice+n+everything+nice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sugar, spice and everything nice" (as extracted from Henny's blog)&lt;br /&gt;Akki is sugar, Enn is spice and SFQ is everything nice =))&lt;br /&gt;It's so fitting, i think. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bj2nwA1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/lHbx_ZWW8kk/s1600-h/5pose+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147574308111909714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bj2nwA1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/lHbx_ZWW8kk/s320/5pose+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandi finally came like 2.5 hours later. Just in time for some crazy photo-taking session. Thanks la Enn, for the pose ideas. The camera soooo love you ok ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_be2nwA0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/mbBVCgUOVTo/s1600-h/5pose+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147574222212563778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_be2nwA0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/mbBVCgUOVTo/s320/5pose+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're happy. Therefore we pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bUWnwAzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_m_Xgdn4fR4/s1600-h/pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147574041823937330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bUWnwAzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_m_Xgdn4fR4/s320/pose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we thought of copying the pose of the models at the background. But that didn't happen, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bH2nwAyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mRgKpQ9SNuY/s1600-h/laugh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147573827075572514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bH2nwAyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mRgKpQ9SNuY/s320/laugh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this picture sums up the day. We had SERIOUS laughing-spree. Thanks la babes, for the talks, laughters and such. More to come, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-9214654244035654224?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/9214654244035654224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=9214654244035654224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9214654244035654224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/9214654244035654224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2_bu2nwA3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l7ruBmW883k/s72-c/4+of+us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7014571613390803090</id><published>2007-12-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:02:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art &amp; Craft</title><content type='html'>I'm relishing every single minute of my leave days. So every small thing i do somehow seemed like the most interesting thing ever. Few days ago i had a painting session with Nisa and it was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Nisa to come up with a theme and she said "rainbows!". so we spreaded out the old newspapers, tear out some paper, took out the paints, prepared a cup of water, arm ourselves with paintbrush and we're good to go. I felt like such a kid (I paint like one too) but it was nice laa. I miss painting. I LOVE mixing the paints to form new shades of colours. Cheap thrills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after 15 minutes of painting, Nisa looked over at my paper and complained that my painting is nicer than hers. Well, it has to be right? I'm &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; 14 years older than her. I'd be a sad case if my painting is worse than hers. But of course being a small &lt;strike&gt;brat&lt;/strike&gt; kid, she just don't see it that way so she started to sulk and throw a tantrum. She threw her paper aside and was like "I don't want to paint anymore". By that time i was already obsessed on finishing up my painting so i totally ignored her. I was as obsessed as Isaac Mendez from &lt;em&gt;Heroes &lt;/em&gt;laa ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, i eventually convinced her that she should just have fun painting and not bother about how everyone else's painting looks like. Because if everyone's painting is exactly the same, it wouldn't be nice wouldn't it? Then there will be no stories to tell. And i went on about how she's 6 yrs old and i'm 20 so our standards are different bla bla bla. Oh man, i can really crap my way. But the amazing thing is she was convinced la ok! See, i know i have a way with kids =)) She resumed painting, but used a new paper and totally scrap off the rainbow. Kids will be kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R20mnWnwAxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IExhJ3qnRAc/s1600-h/nisa+with+painting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146812406683403026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R20mnWnwAxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IExhJ3qnRAc/s320/nisa+with+painting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa with her final painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R20mFmnwAwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/56wO8VBSFnU/s1600-h/rainbowPainting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146811826862818050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R20mFmnwAwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/56wO8VBSFnU/s320/rainbowPainting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece. Heh. I can so compete with other 6 year olds laa. No older competitors, because i will only embarassed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Painting is now open for bidding. Bidding starts at $1oo. As if eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to be very good in art to have fun doing art.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-- SFQ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7014571613390803090?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7014571613390803090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7014571613390803090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7014571613390803090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7014571613390803090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/art-craft.html' title='Art &amp; Craft'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R20mnWnwAxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IExhJ3qnRAc/s72-c/nisa+with+painting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-8862636977872184846</id><published>2007-12-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:46:21.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times with good friends</title><content type='html'>I'm on leave the whole week and i am soooo loving it. It's the perfect time to do things that i can only fantasize doing when at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop is Sentosa outing with Jiaying. The highlight was Underwater World. Call me &lt;em&gt;jakun&lt;/em&gt; but that place is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is different when you go there at 7 years old and again at 20 years old. One, there are definitely a whole lot new variety of displays. Two, perspective is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I only care if the animals are interesting and will go 'wahhh', 'ahhh' and 'eeee'. Anddd, that's it. Now that I'm older (and hopefully wiser) there's really more to it than interesting animals. I don't only appreciate them for their appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is truly great and fair. It's plainly amazing, how each animals have a survival feature to make up to whatever inferiority that they may have. There's this small-sized fish, which will surely be made dinner by bigger animals. However it has a feature which enable it to blend itself to the corals. So cool laa ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid, 30 minutes at the Underwater world was more than enough to cover the whole place. This time, Jiaying and I spent over 1 hour there. We can just stare at the different displays and be fascinated. And i'm sure we annoyed quite a number of tourists by staying rooted at the same spot for quite some time. Well, they annoy me by refusing to set their cameras on no-flash mode. If the animals decide then that the flash is getting to them and start to attack, i will so make those tourists my shield. They are so freaking inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, pictures of animals you don't get to see everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lJ4GnwAtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZwjQoALDKoU/s1600-h/DSCN0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145725277446341330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lJ4GnwAtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZwjQoALDKoU/s320/DSCN0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE sea crab! (Proper name unknown to me, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;These bunch gave me serious goosebumps. It's like being at a scene of the movie 'Arachnophobia' or something. I think they are about 1.7m tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lKiGnwAuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zlUbFlNoF-E/s1600-h/crab1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145725999000847074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lKiGnwAuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zlUbFlNoF-E/s320/crab1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm, see the purple circle i've placed on the picture? I think this crab is female. If it is male, the underside would be more triangular-shaped correct? I remember learning this in primary school science.&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: Yes, purple is a pretty colour. But it is not very smart to use it on dark-coloured pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lJcGnwAsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EugMmStm17U/s1600-h/DSCN0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145724796410004162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lJcGnwAsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EugMmStm17U/s320/DSCN0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shark looked more dangerous when it is blurred. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lI9WnwArI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3P68dDTRTlQ/s1600-h/DSCN0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145724268129026738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lI9WnwArI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3P68dDTRTlQ/s320/DSCN0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotty Stingrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lHtGnwApI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0u0asq1mmQ8/s1600-h/DSCN0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145722889444524690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lHtGnwApI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0u0asq1mmQ8/s320/DSCN0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leafy seadragon. Wouldn't it be funny to see leaf-eating fishes nibbling on this seadragon? Ok, probably won't hppen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lG62nwAoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R36Y8gEyzAg/s1600-h/DSCN0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145722026156098178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lG62nwAoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R36Y8gEyzAg/s320/DSCN0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weedy seadragon. It's beauuutifuuul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were walking at Vivo, we spotted a few girl guides selling the famous girl guides cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lGRGnwAnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LmHgTt7Tr88/s1600-h/GUIDES+COOKIES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145721308896559730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lGRGnwAnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LmHgTt7Tr88/s320/GUIDES+COOKIES.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate-coated mint flavoured cookies. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both went on i-was-once-a-girlguide!-mode and probably scare off those girl guides selling those cookies. Man, i remember those times when i had to sell these cookies during my brownies days. (Eh Nura, did we sell them during our girl guides days?) All those guiding memories came flooding back ok. Good memories, good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lDEGnwAmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fTPnFg0j5Uk/s1600-h/SYAF+N+JY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145717787023376994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lDEGnwAmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fTPnFg0j5Uk/s320/SYAF+N+JY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl responsible for making me talk and laugh so much, that my jaw seriously hurt. Thanks Jy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In school, we see our friends almost everyday so i don't find much need for meetups. But since working, i miss my friends a whole lot ok. Meetups become necessary! Yay to the regular meetups with the poly darlings Liza and Jy (you are in my thoughts, babes!) And hopefully the same goes for the best buds, secondary school mates (Enny Wenny, i still want the fairy tale dvd marathon ok!) and the other poly mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And more meetups soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-8862636977872184846?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8862636977872184846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=8862636977872184846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8862636977872184846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/8862636977872184846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-times-with-good-friends.html' title='Good times with good friends'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R2lJ4GnwAtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZwjQoALDKoU/s72-c/DSCN0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-5336192170851302681</id><published>2007-12-14T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:31:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so in love with this song. I can't stop listening to it, humming to it, singing (badly) to it. It has great meanings too. "and you-uu take me the way i am"&lt;br /&gt;ah, sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i like the concept of the music vid. It's as if Ingrid is the odd one out, amongst all those clowns. And those 2 kid-clowns doing the claps- the cutest clowns ever! and the claps are addictive. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-5336192170851302681?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5336192170851302681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=5336192170851302681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5336192170851302681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/5336192170851302681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/way-i-am.html' title='the way i am'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4538571720704415914</id><published>2007-12-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:04:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute little kids should not be allowed in work places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The object of distraction from work: [like i don't already have enough distractions, thank you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R1_rMcseB7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kWmRBLHyN3s/s1600-h/Aniq+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143087898574063538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R1_rMcseB7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kWmRBLHyN3s/s320/Aniq+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Object name:&lt;/u&gt; Aniq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scientific name:&lt;/u&gt; dopey-eyedcutiesaurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Target user:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strike&gt;People who loves kids&lt;/strike&gt; Strike that. Anyone would like Aniq, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Indications:&lt;/u&gt; 1) Brighten up boring days almost instantly&lt;br /&gt;2) Puts a smile on ANYONE'S faces&lt;br /&gt;3) Makes user feel like a kid again&lt;br /&gt;4) For anyone who needs a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Contraindication:&lt;/u&gt; 1) Aniq is unsuitable for people who should be doing work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Side effects:&lt;/u&gt; May lead to severe addiction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah, crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok seriously, Aniq is adorable! He's the 19-month old son of a teacher from school. She brought him to school a few days ago. So that he can interact with people, she says. I'll gladly interact with him laa. And i so like the way he says "byeee!" I'd go out of the room and in again countless of times just to hear him say "byeee!" He's going to be such a charmer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a nice change to step out of the sci lab and do work in the staff resource room during the mornings. There, i get to socialise a bit more. In the lab, there's only Nancy the lab tech (who really is great company) and me. In the resource room, there's the counsellor, IT trainer and Teacher's Aide. Add me and Nancy in the mix and we'll make one chatty quintet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The resource room is also where i first met Aniq, see. It's amazing how sometimes you'll get something good when you stepped outside your comfort zone. As amazing as how something  minor/small (meeting an adorable kid) can seem like a big deal if you choose to see it that way. It's a matter of perspective, really. If you can make small, good happenings seem big, why can't you make a big problem seem small? wise, aye? =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4538571720704415914?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4538571720704415914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4538571720704415914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4538571720704415914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4538571720704415914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/cute-little-kids-should-not-be-allowed.html' title='Cute little kids should not be allowed in work places'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R1_rMcseB7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kWmRBLHyN3s/s72-c/Aniq+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1897041383624720157</id><published>2007-12-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:58:06.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R1vHJMseB6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ivbva5iEbNA/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141922360414046114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R1vHJMseB6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ivbva5iEbNA/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said " Effa, your colour!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes it is. Purple + Pink =  GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's Barbie-ish.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;It's fairytale pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1897041383624720157?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1897041383624720157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1897041383624720157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1897041383624720157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1897041383624720157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/purpink.html' title='Purpink!'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R1vHJMseB6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ivbva5iEbNA/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-162158642492248771</id><published>2007-12-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:47:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science is not my forte. really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Failed 8th Grade Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/failed.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you only got 5/8 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got 3 out of 8 questions wrong! How is that a FAIL?? Wah, &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; la ok. So much for having a science-related diploma. To be fair, i think those questions i got wrong are mostly physics-based questions, which are like so 5 years ago. Oh, and i screwed one biology-based question. I really know the answer, really. Just kind of misread the options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, fine. I'll say it. I'm NOT smarter than an 8th grader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-162158642492248771?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/162158642492248771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=162158642492248771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/162158642492248771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/162158642492248771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/science-is-not-my-forte-really.html' title='Science is not my forte. really.'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1781412839152741453</id><published>2007-11-29T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:09:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I was absolutely sickened by the lack of concern shown by a mother towards her son. I was at the taxi stand when a little boy of about 3 years old fell face down on a slope three feet away from me. My immediate reaction was to go straight to him and picked him up. And where is the mum, you'd ask? She was standing four feet in front, somewhere. It was when the poor child wailed in agony that she came over, looking unfazed. Whereas i was practically stunned. I only managed a lame "your son fell down." Well isn't that obvious, Syafiqah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really got me was the son reached out for my hand when he cried. This could mean 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1) He mistook me for his mum.&lt;br /&gt;2) The mother must be so un-motherly that he'd rather resort to a stranger to calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that it's reason 1. Because i simply don't like the idea of a child who feels that he could not depend on his own mum to make him feel better. That's plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that child's gums were bleeding la ok. And the freaking ignorant mother either failed to notice that or simply don't bother. She just picked him up and moved away. She even said "Go jump2 la" to him loudly. Ah, great job mum. Firstly, he wasn't even jumping. I think he might have just slipped while walking on the slope. But of course the mother didn't notice that, because she was in front, probably forgotten that she has a son to look out for. I wanted to offer a tissue paper for her to wipe the blood off the son's gums. but she just walked away. Like im the one who caused her son to fall. Whatever laa. Ignorant mothers irritate me like mosquitoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember folks, when you mess with a kid, you're messing with me.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, like real eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-1781412839152741453?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1781412839152741453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=1781412839152741453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1781412839152741453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/1781412839152741453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/revolted.html' title='Revolted'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-7500560361610432675</id><published>2007-11-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:57:56.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0mF3t4hrsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CQ2rLA08Ydc/s1600-h/free+rice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136784042248744642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0mF3t4hrsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CQ2rLA08Ydc/s320/free+rice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed myself at &lt;a href= "http://freerice.com/index.php"&gt; this website &lt;/a&gt; from Akki's blog. It's so fun la ok! and not only that, you'll get to do some good too. for each word you got right = 10 grains of rice donated. So go and try. Be addicted (like me) and do your part to help people in need. I got so addicted, i clicked and clicked and was surprised that i've donated over 1500 grains! that's more than 150 words! oh wow, if only i have a super strong memory, my vocab bank would be celebrating. But alas, the capacity of my memory is comparable to that of the teaspoon. So out of the many great words discovered, i've only registered probably 1/30 of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go try it. But i shall hold no responsibility for any case of addiction. Remember, you've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i like the warning stated on the website.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;WARNING: This game may make you smarter. It may improve your speaking, writing, thinking, grades, job performance...&lt;/em&gt;" Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-7500560361610432675?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7500560361610432675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=7500560361610432675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7500560361610432675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/7500560361610432675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/free-rice.html' title='Free Rice'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0mF3t4hrsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CQ2rLA08Ydc/s72-c/free+rice.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-4149279507720606235</id><published>2007-11-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:13:24.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piece of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;em&gt;" You've come to give me a piece of your mind," I repeated, looking at her."That phrase is really beautiful. The mind is the most powerful thing in the body,you know. &lt;strong&gt;Whatever the mind believes, the body can achieve.&lt;/strong&gt; So to give someone a piece of it... well, thank you, Elizabeth. &lt;strong&gt;Funny how people are always intent on giving it to the people they dislike when it really should be for the ones they love.&lt;/strong&gt; There's another funny thing. But a piece of your mind...what a gift that would be". I looped the last stalk and formed a chain. "I'll give you a daisy chain in return for a piece of you mind." I slid the braclet onto her arm.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-- Quote from Cecelia Ahern's &lt;em&gt;If you could see me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you like to give me a piece of your mind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782165-4149279507720606235?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4149279507720606235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=4149279507720606235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4149279507720606235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/4149279507720606235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/piece-of-mind.html' title='piece of mind'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-3318459423434424102</id><published>2007-11-19T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:58:29.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0GyJd4hrqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8OBWHIr2dRQ/s1600-h/DSCN0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134580925889359522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0GyJd4hrqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8OBWHIr2dRQ/s320/DSCN0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever decorative cupcake, y'all! So pretty. So purple. Thanks to Julian, who presented these cupcakes to the school staff as farewell gift because he's transferring school. Ah, such thoughtfulness. And cupcakes!! Guys, take note: Cupcakes are the NEW roses. Give a dozen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;personalised decorative cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to your princess, and she'll be smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Nisa on my way home from work and she was like "Kak Qah! (pronounced as 'kor') I made you balloon! At home at home! Surprise! One for you and one for Kak Dila!" She was so excited, it was infectious. I went home and search for the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0GxId4hrpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ok-a6NHfkS8/s1600-h/DSCN0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134579809197862546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0GxId4hrpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ok-a6NHfkS8/s320/DSCN0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very own personalised balloon! My sister told me Nisa wanted to write down "I love you" but she got it wrong. Ah, it's the thought that counts. Nisa is my adorably sweet diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0GxCd4hroI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5zoXBzUqSp4/s1600-h/DSCN0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By now, you would have probably concluded that i have a thing for personalised objects. I'm fortunate enough to have received a number of personalised gifts. My friends rock, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0G2ot4hrrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AxfZ0RXg4Jk/s1600-h/DSCF2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134585860806782642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0G2ot4hrrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AxfZ0RXg4Jk/s320/DSCF2028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;uffy &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;urple &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;illow. 15th birthday gift from the sec sch clique- Enn,Akki,Sheena,Oda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0Gwy94hrnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wEqmeppYmpY/s1600-h/DSCN0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134579439830675058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0Gwy94hrnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wEqmeppYmpY/s320/DSCN0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th from Nura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0Gwjd4hrmI/AAAAAAAAANs/sqCpKTg3Dh8/s1600-h/DSCN0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134579173542702690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0Gwjd4hrmI/AAAAAAAAANs/sqCpKTg3Dh8/s320/DSCN0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again from the sec sch clique. There is supposed to be "effa" on top of the "16" but it got washed off when my mum put it in the washing machine because she thought it was dirty. (It seriously was not laa ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0Gv-94hrlI/AAAAAAAAANk/OAAQ1ghTibk/s1600-h/DSCN0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134578546477477458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0Gv-94hrlI/AAAAAAAAANk/OAAQ1ghTibk/s320/DSCN0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how personalised it is with the handprints? Such great ideas. It was so fun putting up personalised birthday gifts with the sec sch clique. Henny was our Creative Art Director. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay to personalise-ism! (if there is such a word).&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/10782165-3318459423434424102?l=purplemelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3318459423434424102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782165&amp;postID=3318459423434424102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3318459423434424102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782165/posts/default/3318459423434424102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplemelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-personal.html' title='It&apos;s Personal'/><author><name>SyafiqaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960402533767746392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/SQCQciIR_lI/AAAAAAAABFQ/keh7hseZFT4/S220/DSCN0703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l63YqctbKxo/R0GyJd4hrqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8OBWHIr2dRQ/s72-c/DSCN0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782165.post-1566604679568033028</id><published>2007-11-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:48:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoo. You're not invited to my dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test24_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What Kind of Guy Will You Fall For?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test24/the_sensitive_guy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You would fall for the sensitive guy. You'll find your future man wherever turtlenecks are sold. He will have depth, introspection, and a disturbing knowledge of musical theatre. And he may be a little weird. But hey, while your girlfriends cry over broken hearts, you'll be having Shakespeare read to you every night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Ah, quite spot-on =) Except for the "disturbing knowledge of musical theatre" part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test6_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test6/Jasmine.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are part Jasmine. You are loyal and would visit the ends of the earth for what you believe. You would never let obstacles stand in the way of true love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test6/Belle.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are part Belle. You are strong, deep, and you are not a slave to petty superficial things. You are independent and allow yourself to see inner beauty without sacrificing your values. You are almost too good of a person.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would actually like to be Ariel. Because Eric is the most charming disney hero! But then again, Belle is my fave disney princess. Snow white too.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, why am i even discussing this? Syafiqah, grow up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test25_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Hogwarts House Would You Be In?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test25/Ravenclaw.jpg" width="100" /&gt;The Sorting Hat would put you in Ravenclaw. You are wise, perceptive, and quietly brilliant. You may not always be noticed right away, but you are widely respected for your humor and brains.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilliant! I've always like the idea of being in Ravenclaw although i thought im more likely to be in Hufflepuff. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test33_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What Type of Movie Would Your Life Be?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test33/a_Drama.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your life would be a Drama. You're rich in feeling and emotion. You constantly play life out in your mind, imagining the "ifs, ands, or buts." You constantly feel like the world is your audience, which might inevitably affect your sanity! While your passion is endearing, the over-dramatics may grow a bit too intense after a while.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You constantly play life out in your mind, imagining the 'ifs, ands, or buts'." OMG. That is SO true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test32_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Type of Music Should You Listen To?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test32/Bubblegum_Pop.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You should listen to Bubblegum Pop. You're never one to push boundaries or draw outside the lines, but so long as life is fun and a party's nearby there'll be a bounce in your step.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test32/Folk_Music.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You should listen to Folk Music. You are sweet and kind, and would rather solve problems than cause them. However, your highly-defined sensitivity may come off as too touchy-feely to some.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah,ok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test10_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Harry Potter Character Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test10/Hagrid.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are part Hagrid. You're an outcast with a heart of gold. Despite your own problems, you always find time to help those in need.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test10/Dumbledore.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&g
