<?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-31879610</id><updated>2011-08-24T17:20:58.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our love story... as it unfolds....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6562691398875344936</id><published>2010-06-12T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:15:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its June! Coming to the  second week no less. Oh boy! Less than 5 months more. The excitement is growing and growing! The accessories and attire for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; day is settled. Cakes have been ordered. Soon it will be time to do &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; shopping.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wedding is in 16 months time. That is fast as well! My Dear is lready fast asleep but I can't sleep coz I keep imagining &lt;em&gt;the 2 days&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best best best.... Insya Allah all will go smoothly yeah... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-6562691398875344936?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6562691398875344936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6562691398875344936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-june-coming-to-second-week-no-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4086059365943436956</id><published>2010-05-27T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:05:16.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first semester has ended. Next month, another semester will commence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In less than 6 months time, I will be Dearie's fiancee. In 17 months time, wife. Insya Allah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; flying fast. What more I am busy with my degree, so the time is moving as though someone is pressing the fast forward button. Hehe... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shiook!! Stressed at times, but shiook!! Nothing beats the feeling of excitement and happiness of starting new chapters in our lives yeah. :)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-4086059365943436956?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4086059365943436956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4086059365943436956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-semester-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7013509430169647486</id><published>2010-04-30T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:25:34.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very soon, I'll be off to slumberland. Having fever n flu again. Last night, my temperaure was 39.0, now its 38.0 degrees celcius. Guess my body is too tired and its due to the weather too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very soon, in less than 24hours, it will be May. First, my birthday is coming, second, my late mum's 3rd year since she passed on, third, the QRS check at my centre, fourth, more assignments due. Last but not least, it is now less than 6 months to my engagement! N less than 18 months to the wedding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to start thinking up the guest list for the engagement. My Dearie already did it! He is more prepared than me. Heheh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, off to dreamland now... Tooodlesss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7013509430169647486?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7013509430169647486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7013509430169647486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-soon-ill-be-off-to-slumberland.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7808216347328327325</id><published>2010-04-09T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:02:04.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been busy lately. What with assignments and whatnots. Boo! But, to think about it, its been nearly 6 months since i started my degree. How fast time flies. I am now into my 6th module already... 14 more to go! Hehe... seems many still though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now getting in the habit of sleeping later than my usual timing. In the past, most nights, by 1030 i'll be sleeping alreadi. But now, no.... I will only sleep at nearly 12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had sent my &lt;em&gt;kain&lt;/em&gt; or material for my engagement to a seamstress, who's a friend of my dad's friend. That was 3 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so exciting... in *** days, or ** weeks, i'll be Dearie's fiancee. After more than 7 years of courtship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quickly come, &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;day!! :) :) :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458153030088368866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S79BQygjouI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_5irvwe4QGI/s320/future+hubby+n+wifey!.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7808216347328327325?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7808216347328327325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7808216347328327325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/04/been-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S79BQygjouI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_5irvwe4QGI/s72-c/future+hubby+n+wifey!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7364087940763634444</id><published>2010-02-16T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:55:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just came back from 'shopping' and dinner with my Dearie and my future parents-in-law. Hehehe.... Where did we go???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to TM, and after some time, my Dearie had purchased my engagement ring. Weeeh!! We had went to survey yesterday, and we continued today. Yesterday we only went to Golden Chance and Lee Hwa Jewellery. Yesterday, was only me and Dearie. Today his parents came along. We went to Goldheart, looked around and tried some, and once I found &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; ring, Dearie purchased it. I feel soooo grown-up, and like a princess. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My future mother-in-law also got a ring from my future dad-in-law. They r like &lt;em&gt;pengantin &lt;/em&gt;too. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After purchasing, we went to dinner at Century Square, then Dearie sent me home. It was a great experience for me, one I never thought I will go through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dreams are slowly coming true! Alhamdulillah... &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/31879610-7364087940763634444?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7364087940763634444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7364087940763634444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-came-back-from-shopping-and-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3281235239410826953</id><published>2010-02-08T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:13:00.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am on mc today. Boo... Down with cough, running nose and slight fever. Had ate breakfast and had just swallowed the pills. Now, feeling the drowsiness. Guess soon I'll be knocked off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie and I went to Arab Street last weekend, and he bought for me the kain that will be made to the engagement gown. Hehehe...So exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slowly and steadily counting down... Less than 10 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, thats all for now. Time to K.O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3281235239410826953?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3281235239410826953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3281235239410826953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-on-mc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6774810042376360222</id><published>2010-01-30T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:35:55.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had just finished showering and solat after a 'wonderful' dinner at Pizza Hut with Dearie, sisters, bro-in-law, and sister's sister-in-law and family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why was it 'wonderful'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The service was &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; bad. The food doesn't taste even a quarter as good as our last time at Pizza Hut. The soup and drinks, which should be served first, became our dessert. That's how bad it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, we took pictures, of course! Here they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432555017900819234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S2RQAYC-gyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/w8mjfp5hdDg/s320/SANY2934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Dearie is real pissed coz he has been asking the waiter to refill his glass for like a whole 10 minutes! If he was &lt;em&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/em&gt;, the glass he was holding would have crushed. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432555012209645858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S2RQAC2GGSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lcXheKgl6Qs/s320/SANY2924.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ladies in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432555004971308594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S2RP_n4V1jI/AAAAAAAAAfw/1mqtJsXwndw/s320/SANY2918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432554995891236466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S2RP_GDe7nI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xkL_wX4YKgM/s320/SANY2914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are more pictures but will upload them next time yeah, hopefully. Hehehe... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Kak Julia, my sister's sister-in-law, will be my &lt;em&gt;mak andam&lt;/em&gt; or make-up artist on my engagement day. She will collaborate with my 2 sisters in doing so. My BIL will be the photographer. Insya Allah... Looking forward to it! Still not telling you when.... Hehehe... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So exciting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-6774810042376360222?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6774810042376360222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6774810042376360222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-just-finished-showering-and-solat.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S2RQAYC-gyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/w8mjfp5hdDg/s72-c/SANY2934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2776746121262427444</id><published>2010-01-28T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:15:57.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay it has been confirmed! Woo-hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not telling via blog though... It will be a surprise. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray that all goes smoothly throughout the planning and everything. Amiin.... :)  :)   :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-2776746121262427444?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2776746121262427444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2776746121262427444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-it-has-been-confirmed-woo-hoo-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6982471981133907723</id><published>2010-01-26T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:11:00.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting patiently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But also impatiently....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About 47 weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happens in 47 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My next step....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only me... But Dearie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What step?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The engagement!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup2, its confirmed now. WILL be in December, but the date is TBC. I know, December seems like a looong time since now is only coming to February. But, as we always say, time flies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patiently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But also impatiently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excited... Nervous... Planning... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe... Dearie! Confirm quickly ok! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431050576401429106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S173uWuWcnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/sv06-IMW8b8/s320/DSC00052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-6982471981133907723?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6982471981133907723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6982471981133907723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S173uWuWcnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/sv06-IMW8b8/s72-c/DSC00052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3812409686552058888</id><published>2010-01-12T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:04:36.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah, I now officially have a fun-loving and crazy bro-in-law. Things were down last week, but now, things are slowly picking up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, there are things tt we plan for but yet they cant happen. So wat I must learn is to be patient, and keep on praying. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should not blog tonight but I jus wanna share wif u this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425868736291012194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S0yO3kCF_mI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OKosma0dTbc/s320/DSCF8163.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My beautiful sister, the bride. This was taken before she officially became Mrs. Alfian. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beside my little sister is my sister's cousin-in-law, wif whom we all get along well with. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Other photos wil be uploaded when the time comes. Ok?! Hehee... Toodles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3812409686552058888?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3812409686552058888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3812409686552058888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/alhamdulillah-i-now-officially-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/S0yO3kCF_mI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OKosma0dTbc/s72-c/DSCF8163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4024043128860163870</id><published>2010-01-07T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:19:34.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sad. I am depressed. But for my family's sake,I'll be as strong as I can muster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss him,I miss him, I miss him.... tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-4024043128860163870?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4024043128860163870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4024043128860163870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2799734747653611713</id><published>2009-12-14T10:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:33:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWjGoWC6PI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FxhilS_l7So/s1600-h/SANY2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414913461287315698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWjGoWC6PI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FxhilS_l7So/s320/SANY2859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to Dearie........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yupz!! This post is dedicated to Dearie, as he just turned 26 yesterday, on the 13th December... Someone is a year older!! Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the morning, I followed Dearie and his family to Muslim cemetery, visited our family members who had passed on... Of course, I visited my late mum's cemetery as well. I truly miss her... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After that, we all headed to Bukit Timah area for brunch (breakfast cum lunch). Now, Dearie can relax and sit at the back with me coz his sister had just passed driving. His father had purchased a Toyota Vios E car so that is why his sister had took up the driving license. Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After filling our tummies, we headed back to his place, where I waited for my dad to come and send my sister's invitation card to Dearie's dad. Then we all walked back together to my place where I got changed and Dearie and I went to his friend's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, off we went to Tampines 1 where we met up with my sisters and abang Al... Had our dinner at F.I.S.H.. Dearie and I ever ate there with my friends during fasting month, but since my sisters and abang Al had never eaten there before, they wanted to try it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414915941869862690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWlXBPAvyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-m21ad8BasU/s320/SANY2846.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday boy (man) and his lady. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916376000795650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWlwSf5FAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OpRqfAcGyZk/s320/SANY2847.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My sisters...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414922034956655442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWq5rwG21I/AAAAAAAAAeg/32tYSgynMGA/s320/Photo0146.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The future Mr and Mrs Alfian... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414922678787102338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWrfKNP1oI/AAAAAAAAAeo/j2ZZRmNW4Nk/s320/Photo0154.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Group pic #1. Look at my abang. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414923444880567522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWsLwIKbOI/AAAAAAAAAew/b2scdm2sxgw/s320/Photo0155.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;#2. I wonder where my abang is looking at. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414924120646786658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWszFjYnmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zzc-qP-s8zk/s320/Photo0156.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;#3... Much better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414925230183962578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWtzq5qV9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/dUhHEaST5nw/s320/Photo0158.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;#4... Funny poses! Somebody wants to kill me.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All group pictures taken by Shaffy... Thanks sis!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414926114670967538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWunJ3y-vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1l8pSyE3zMk/s320/SANY2858.JPG" /&gt; I was actually trying to prevent my abang from taking my pic coz I was still eating. I dunno how come I ended up tt way. Hehehe...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414927102153432930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWvgoh9n2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qjwq5iLkDeQ/s320/SANY2861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somebody wants to kill me, again... Hmmm... Maybe tt somebody doesn't love me anymore. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, tts the end of this post. I have to do some work now. I will be back to post about my.... sister's wedding! Weee..!!!Toodles!!&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/31879610-2799734747653611713?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2799734747653611713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2799734747653611713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SyWjGoWC6PI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FxhilS_l7So/s72-c/SANY2859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8448092796723678875</id><published>2009-12-05T08:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:35:49.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hi I'm back! Jus wanna share some pictures with all. Hehehe... These were all taken on 22nd November when Dearie, my sister and I went to Mount Faber Park and Marina Barrage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures not in order (random)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411542787334746050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmpflXqL8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/IucytoUTuEE/s320/Photo0103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411542784836608018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmpfcEDoBI/AAAAAAAAAco/oVWWUhRjDoA/s320/Photo0105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411542773912056802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmpezXcM-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/sZ5qsPXTv9A/s320/SANY2832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411542766588261954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmpeYFT9kI/AAAAAAAAAcY/x8Hh9SdQB-U/s320/SANY2830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411542757037067762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Sxmpd0gITfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3im8pvAbvvs/s320/SANY2821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411541531127313154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmoWdod8wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jnm_BFL8IOQ/s320/SANY2820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411541521413177842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmoV5ccAfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/c16lctHOrzY/s320/SANY2819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411541518386638706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmoVuK2r3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/bJ2xjoMdm9c/s320/SANY2817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411541509802550610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmoVOMP5VI/AAAAAAAAAbw/2kKLTPn7kGA/s320/SANY2815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411541499467280770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SxmoUnsIMYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4X3awPT3SQE/s320/SANY2814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, now it's time to do my assignment. Hehehe... Very short entry. 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The first 2 modules were impactful on me, and it was fun and enjoyable at the same time!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first was about Readers Theatre and the second was Drama for Children. These 2 modules were fun and enjoyable as there was lots, and I mean, &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of hands-on and lab work. I gained and learnt a lot over these 2 weeks, but the most important thing that I had gained was self-confidence. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday, my group and I had to put on a Readers Theatre performance, and our theme was 'Stop Child Abuse'. Not to brag, but I think we did a splendid job. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today, we did a dramatization on 'The Ugly Duckling'. Despite the lack of time to prepare props and rehearse, we did quite well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406580179716494706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SwgIBzWrVXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lFPQciTXxMc/s320/SANY2810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My classmates for the next 20 months... A very eager group, regardless of race, language and age. Can you spot me? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406581027181249538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SwgIzIaBRAI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9ySGRXuHLrw/s320/SANY2811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My group members and me. We did dramatization on 'The Ugly Duckling'. No guesses here who played the role of the ugly duckling. Hehehe... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In less than 2 months, my elder sister will be somebody's wife. How quickly the time flies.... She's feeling all the nerves now, but I believe all will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling excited! Coz soon after my elder sister's wedding, insya-Allah, I'll be getting engaged. Amin.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for us yeah.... Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-2300335994917054427?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2300335994917054427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2300335994917054427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-finally-get-to-blog-after-2-intense.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SwgIBzWrVXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lFPQciTXxMc/s72-c/SANY2810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3425540305178616788</id><published>2009-09-16T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:43:45.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find that this year 2009 is moving very very fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like just yesterday was the first day of Ramadhan... Now it is already coming to an end. In a few days' time, Syawal will be here... Hari Raya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon too, will be the K2 graduation concert, then marks the end of the school term for 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 is moving toooooo fast!! I like it... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't believe that soon I'm getting a bro-in-law. We are all &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; growing up. Hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah, most of the Hari Raya preparations are going well. Of course, most of our kuehs are just bought from the shops, etc... Well, nobody's perfect after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, I realised, Dearie and i did not have much arguments etc. This is something I just realised. Alhamdulillah. Perhaps we have reali learnt how to compromise with each other and understand each other. I am truly contented. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, I want to go and see some websites now regarding my sister's wedding, and of course alongside I'll have some ideas for my own in the near future. Heheh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam Aidilfitri in advanced!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3425540305178616788?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3425540305178616788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3425540305178616788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-find-that-this-year-2009-is-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6485608317967900770</id><published>2009-08-20T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:05:59.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case I'm too busy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selamat berpuasa to all Muslims out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy fasting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make full use of this holy month, be a better individual. That is my motto. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got accepted to Wheelock College RTRC. Insya Allah will start degree course this October. Alhamdulilah. Of course, must save more money now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study or not, my future plans wif Dearie will still go ahead as we planned next year, insya Allah. Amin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodle-oooo!!&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/31879610-6485608317967900770?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6485608317967900770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6485608317967900770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-case-im-too-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7427130647010222376</id><published>2009-08-10T07:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:36:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know... As it is I hardly blog nowadays. But I have set a target, I'll do my best just to update here n there at least twice a month. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, Dearie and I went to watch 'UP'. The show was nice, although to me movies like Shrek and Toy Story are still in my top favourites. Which reminds me, next year there wil be Toy Story 3!! Yippeee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of next year, my elder sister's wedding is less than 6 months away. Now she still seems calm and composed but inside, only God knows right. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, she and I had a little talk. She was saying how now, she feels scared to give birth naturally. I mean when she gets pregnant after the wedding. She is smaller built and thinner than me. She's afraid that she might not have the energy to 'push' the baby out. Many things we talked about, regarding how many children we want, the names, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie and I also had this kind of talk on and off. Given my thalessemia minor condition, and my hormones problem causing me problems to ovulate, I just talked to Dearie regarding my concerns that if we wanna try to have a baby, it might be a bit difficult. Dearie is really supportive to me, and said that if that is what God had intended, there is always another option, and we could always adopt. Thanks Dearie for being so understanding... But hopefully, insya Allah, we won't have to adopt lah eh. Pray for the best, of course!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, Dearie is just waiting to finish up 4 more modules in his degree course, and then, soon after that, he will tell his parents that he is 'ready' for.... Then soon after my sister's wedding, hopefully, insya Allah, we will be getting engaged!! My guess (and hopes), same as Dearie's too, is that the engagement will be in less than a year from now, and given how time flies very quickly&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;it&lt;em&gt; is &lt;/em&gt;soon.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we had decided that the longest period for the engagement is 1 year, and the minimum is 6 months, and of course we aim for the minimum period, so hopefully, insya Allah, our wedding could take place next year as well!! Yoo-hoo!! But as I said, pray for the best!! I got so excited about it that I told my sisters about this latest development last night. I did not tell my dad as Dearie would tell him himself. I'm sooooo crazed with excitement, but of course I must act normal. First thing to settle now is my sister's wedding, and Dearie's degree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, gotta go now. Hopefully will blog soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7427130647010222376?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7427130647010222376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7427130647010222376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7905540271206952017</id><published>2009-07-19T13:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:03:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Flyer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Feels weird after not blogging for a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanna update on my recent outing to Singapore Flyer on the 15th July 2009. But before that, just wanna wish Auni a belated 1st b-day, and Ian happy b-day soon too. Many apologies for missing out on their party yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My elder sister has got free passes to the Singapore Flyer, therefore we all went on Wednesday evening after work. I met Dearie beforehand and we had our dinner first at Popeye's there at Singapore Flyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everyone arrived, off we went!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360035777964507218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKsJDD1gFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iipGhK2hdEQ/s320/FLYER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo taken by the staff there. Nice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360036395690872290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKstARRzeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cRsmGV_vYy4/s320/DSCF7756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo taken by Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360036730980144978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKtAhUeF1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LX671iWvYt0/s320/DSCF7759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Dad n fsil(s). Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360037300399145154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKthqkigMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3Fpputqa_U4/s320/DSCF7761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360039244569209554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKvS1KzatI/AAAAAAAAAag/sSwI9j6RcZI/s320/DSCF7768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Dearie (1) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360039675865914018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKvr7382qI/AAAAAAAAAao/lwY63dDXIhg/s320/DSCF7769.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me and Dearie (2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360040470820176834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKwaNT0Q8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/89PoSKDJKus/s320/DSCF7773.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me and Dearie (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our engagement is coming nearer too. But I'm not telling anyone when now. Just a hint, its not this year though. Will be after my sister's wedding. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360040905812202514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKwzhx_1BI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6mcKAM73k4Q/s320/DSCF7775.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sis, abang Alfian n his daughter Qistina Batrisya. Their wedding is getting nearer!! In January..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360041672378063154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKxgJdimTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q8KWwLfQj1c/s320/DSCF7776.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Us again... Minus Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360043558071118130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKzN6NzKTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YzTJrXFelEE/s320/DSCF7777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sisters plus a daughter/niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360045430827366274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmK066xrt4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SWzDwrWbIwA/s320/DSCF7779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just like home. Hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the flyer, we went to Restu to eat. Well, they ate. Dearie and I are full so we just had drinks. Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok I stop here for the time being. Hope it wont be few months den I blog again. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Toodles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-7905540271206952017?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7905540271206952017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7905540271206952017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapore-flyer.html' title='Singapore Flyer!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SmKsJDD1gFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iipGhK2hdEQ/s72-c/FLYER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8456706591547620387</id><published>2009-05-09T08:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:32:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been about a month since my last update. I don't even know where to start! Hahaha... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just some quick updates. On the 19th of April, my sister organised a little gathering to celebrate her birthday which falls on the day after (20th April). Here are some of the pics taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333609994052179986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SgTKB-n0GBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uMjmTGdrJq8/s320/birthday+147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My immediate family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333610478912503986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SgTKeM3hgLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/L4bFfd2W8Dc/s320/birthday+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken with Dearie, abang Al and his daughter who's sitting on my dad's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333611030368093106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SgTK-TMyA7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGRgWT6pMks/s320/birthday+157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My 2 youngest cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of my sister, (elder), she is getting hitched this coming December!! Insya Allah. :) I am so happy for her, and it feels so exciting when she showed me pics of her planned wedding gowns etc. Perhaps coz it is the first wedding my family ever planned, and perhaps coz my time is coming soon too, insya Allah. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On 5th May was my 26th birthday. I did not have any events coz I was not up for it. But even so, I was happy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333612451375910882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SgTMRA3cj-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/_UjJ3RTaIz4/s320/SANY1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My lovely gifts from Dearie. Although I followed Dearie to go and buy these lovely accessories from Chomel, I really appreciate it. Dearie was worried that if he went to buy these gifts by himself, he would have picked up something not to my liking. Hehehe... Thanks again love!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333613601051988818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SgTNT7vlU1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SZEOtFNZg-g/s320/SANY1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My special birthday Care Bears cupcakes! I knew that Dearie had ordered a cake for me coz he had told me earlier. But I didn't expect these mini-cakes at all! Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then on 6th May, marks my late mummy's passing. It has been 2 years. We all miss you so... :( After solat isyak, we all held a mini-tahlil. Thanks to Dearie and abang Al.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, so now the highlight is about my sister's wedding. Pray for a smooth planning and ceremony etc ya!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-8456706591547620387?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8456706591547620387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8456706591547620387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-about-month-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SgTKB-n0GBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uMjmTGdrJq8/s72-c/birthday+147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4223064577042624937</id><published>2009-04-07T20:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:49:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hello... Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Regarding me, I need to go for a scan on Tuesday, and then meet the doctor on Wednesday, 14th and 15th April respectively. Sheesh, why can't both appointments be on the same day?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday 5th April 2009 was my lil sista Shaffy (Nurshafiqa) 15th b-day. How fast time flies... It seemed just like yesterday my arwah mum was in the hospital, awaiting for the C-sect, and when Shaffy was welcomed into this world. Now she's a teenager, experimenting with lotsa crushes and first love. Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After maghrib, when everyone was home, we did a mini celebration among ourselves, Dearie and fbil (future bro-in-law) included. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321921994748411634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtD24NRPvI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6Tw2X0cHGtI/s320/SANY1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The b-day gal, Shaffy. Happy 15th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321923774947167682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtFef9ujcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UC8wQXXErZk/s320/SANY1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The yummy b-day cake, just enough for the 6 of us. Kak Ana bough it from Four Leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321924222925235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtF4k0BZsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PoZ4ekEqfUM/s320/SANY1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Shaffy was about to blow the candles out when Kak Ana stopped her coz the plastic was still around the cake. What a candid moment! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, forgot to mention that before we took the cake out, we (Dearie) read doa selamat for Fiqa first. Thanks Dearie!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321925674654943266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtHNE7WyCI/AAAAAAAAAYw/A8BeoTc7A5E/s320/SANY1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The 6 of us. An 'almost' officially complete family. Hehehe... Of course, will never be really complete coz my mum's not around anymore. Missing her so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321926600097288626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtIC8eAUbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/PRDQmklFnXY/s320/SANY1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The angels of my daddy's life now. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927381437580306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtIwbMDBBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Jid6VP6tR9M/s320/SANY1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dearie's out to kill someone!! Oh no!! :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are still quite a number of photos to be shared but due to time constraint I am not able to upload here. Oh well, at least I have some new photos rather than none, right? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321928399933067746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtJrtYS0eI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GTYrbsgD5Uw/s320/SANY1712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Dearie!! I am chubby now!! Hehehe... But never mind, as long as I am healthy. Alrighty, Toodles!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-4223064577042624937?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4223064577042624937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4223064577042624937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SdtD24NRPvI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6Tw2X0cHGtI/s72-c/SANY1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6172046312748852286</id><published>2009-03-30T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:56:15.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few updates here and there. My IT21 English Communication Skills had commenced on Thursday 19th March 2009. Last week during the 2nd lesson, we were given our 1st homework. But I had completed it yesterday. I did not want to keep delaying it till the last minute. Cheh! Pelajar contoh konon. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday 28th March 2009, Dearie had accompanied me to PCF Tampines Central Staff Appraisal Award 2008. I still do not know exactly where the location is till now coz the place is super secluded. Somewhere around after Orchard area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was super-shocked, coz I was awarded 1 of the top 10 teachers of last year. Considering I just worked about 1 year there. My rezeki, my fortune. Alhamdulillah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, tomorrow is a scary day for me. I took leave as I am going for a check-up at KKH regarding my irregular menses. Hope all is fine in the end. Dearie is going to accompany me tomorrow. Do pray for me yeah! :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-6172046312748852286?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6172046312748852286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6172046312748852286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-few-updates-here-and-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3959351891296789191</id><published>2009-03-20T07:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:41:52.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is Friday today. It is the week of my term break and yet I am still tired as always. Had to go back to work on Monday and Tuesday. Then on Wednesday had to attend a Seminar for Malay teachers, and last night I started class. My centre sent me for a English Communication Skills Course (iT21) because now it is a requirement for English Teachers to obtain at least B4 in English 'O' Levels and I had only got a c5. Umph! Missed it by that much! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a 3 months course which requires my attendance every Thursday, at Tampines Changkat CC. The exam is due in June. The same as 'O' Levels, it has 2 components, oral and written. It's all coming back to me. But yesterday, the first class was quite fun. Our trainer taught us how to correctly and properly pronounce and enunciate words. I just realise that even a simple word like 'cub' and a simple sentence like 'She had tomato soup and he had tomato salad' might not be so simple to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, now I'll be busy with homework and stuff. So maybe I have even less time to blog. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie? It is her final year for his degree course. Assignment due one after the other. My poor baby... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, tomorrow!! Tomorrow me and Dearie will be going out to have fun in the sun just to relax, maybe go to Expo, then we will stress on assignment. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodles for now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3959351891296789191?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3959351891296789191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3959351891296789191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-friday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4380793643282336924</id><published>2009-02-28T07:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:32:30.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had wanted to blog on Tuesday, but only now then I managed to do so, coz was too tired and pre-occupied with work stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason why I had wanted to blog on Tuesday was because, that day was my 6 years and 6 months anniversary with Dearie. Imagine, 6 and a half years! In 6 months time in August, we would be together for 7 years, insya Allah. Time flies so fast, doesn't it? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We practically grow up together. From a teenager/young adult at the tender age of 19, that's when we start going out and fell in love.    :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, completed polytechnic, Dearie went to NS, I started my first job, etc etc. And now, to cut short, time to start planning for the next step. Which I can say, is very, very soon considering how fast time flies.   :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting goosebumps all over now. Hehehe.... OK, gotta go. Till next blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-4380793643282336924?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4380793643282336924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4380793643282336924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-wanted-to-blog-on-tuesday-but-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2923621206138998482</id><published>2009-02-17T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:30:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardly blog yeah. Just some updates here and there. I have been busy as I recently had 2 babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No,no,no!! Not that I suddenly gave birth and had babies without getting married! Jump to conclusion only eh. Naughty naughty. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sisters and I recently adopted 2 hamsters!! Introducing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303741578667066706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SZqs3YjrhVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_1WwnJ7BL6s/s320/SANY1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie and Clyde!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bonnie (female) is a bit brownish as compared to Clyde (male).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Initially, when they first arrived, they didn't come out from their hiding place. But now, they are very active. But, alas, I can't play with them for too long, or I'll start to sneeze. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, I love them to bits. So does Dearie, whenever he comes here, he would always spend some time with them. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Missing Dearie now.... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-2923621206138998482?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2923621206138998482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2923621206138998482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-hardly-blog-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SZqs3YjrhVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_1WwnJ7BL6s/s72-c/SANY1525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3327110125456923834</id><published>2009-01-27T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:31:52.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's up?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nowadays, I just dunno wat to blog about. What telah happen?? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far, my new class of children are just ok. Out of 22 children, only 7 girls. Not only that, more than 3quarters of them do not understand much English. Oooh, tough year this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Endure, Lissa. You can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie? This is his last year of studies. So hopefully, next year, will be the .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess you all know. Hehe... Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3327110125456923834?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3327110125456923834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3327110125456923834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-up-nowadays-i-just-dunno-wat-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7194769390626700287</id><published>2008-12-26T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:13:23.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realised that I did not blog after Dearie's birthday outing. Guess it was bcoz on Dearie's birthday and the day after we had a long outing, and the next day, I started working so I was a bit tired. And only now, I am ok to blog. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, yes, on Dearie's birthday we went to Snow City/Science Centre. It was very cold, but quite ok. Then the next day (Sunday), me and Dearie and my 2 sisters went to Pasir Ris. Initially the plan was to go to Escape, if you can recall, but it was raining heavily, so ended up, we watched Bolt. The show was quite nice. After the show, it had stopped raining, so me, Dearie and Fiqa went to Escape, my elder sister went home coz she was meeting her boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, me and Dearie first went to Expo for the Metro sale, then we met up with my family and abang Al (sister's boyfriend) for a movie, Twilight. My dad said he hasn't been to the movies in like 30 years. Break record. Hehe... It was nice going out all together for the first time. After the movie, we headed to Al-Ameen at Upper Changi Road. Superb day yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, I gotta go now coz I feel a cold coming. Toodles... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7194769390626700287?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7194769390626700287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7194769390626700287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-realised-that-i-did-not-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7569160024704953769</id><published>2008-12-13T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:41:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;So... Where did the birthday boy and I went to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;SNOW CITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hehe... It was very, very cold, so we spent quite a while only there, then the rest of the time there we spent at Science Centre. Yes, we are very scientific people. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Let me just share 1 picture with you. We cannot use our own camera so the lady working there took pictures for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279293613119262114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SUPRkfr2TaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/L_2-_-pio5s/s320/snow6.jpg" /&gt;The lady developed the picture, and I scanned the picture. Now i don't understand why it turn out so small. But never mind... Tomorrow, more pics coming up, and tomorrow, ETP, here we come!! Goodnight people... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7569160024704953769?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7569160024704953769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7569160024704953769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SUPRkfr2TaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/L_2-_-pio5s/s72-c/snow6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1840597761059823785</id><published>2008-12-12T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:38:04.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long time no blog!! Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, tomorrow is Dearie's birthday! And... we are going somewhere that he had never thought of. Told him it is somewhere far, and he asked me if we were going out of the country for the weekend. Haha... So cute Dearie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And on Sunday, we will be going to ETP, somewhere that my dear sister Fiqa had planned to go since that day. Hopefully, this time round, we WILL make it there, insya Allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, will update about tomorrow's outing when we return!!  :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-1840597761059823785?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1840597761059823785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1840597761059823785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-blog-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7285357294090664474</id><published>2008-11-23T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:36:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concert? Over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays... In!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Right now I'm "enjoying" my holidays. But still have to type out my lesson plans for both English and Malay. Supposedly, I have to go back to work this coming week. But my centre at blk 858 is moving to blk 856 and the new place is still under renovation. So we get to "work" from home. Haha...I only have to get back to centre in December, and boy that would be a &lt;em&gt;super busy&lt;/em&gt; week for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I am still taking K2 class, but only in the afternoon session. In the morning, I am the LC (Learning Corner/Centre) Teacher. Except for taking Malay for the K2 Malay students. It is a plus point, and a minus point for me. Not much stress about their portfolio and PTC, less parents to meet. But, I have to sharpen up my creativity for art and crafts ideas at the LC. Hmmmm.... Well, I'll do my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, supposedly, me, Dearie, my sisters and cousins had tentatively planned to go to Escape Theme Park. But last night, me, Dearie, my sisters, abang Alfian and his daughter ended up going to Night Safari. Hehe... So I'm a bit tired to have another long day outing after a long night outing last night. Too bad, we didn't take much pics there but it was a brand new experience for me. Hehe... Only took these few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271684505565014786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SSjJIJIiKwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lMqoHyup3Gk/s320/SANY1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 3 sistaz, courtesy of Mr Fandi aka Dearie. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271684502749765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SSjJH-pU35I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Azr4Riw0sf8/s320/SANY1346.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dearie with my sistaz, future SILs. Hehe, Insya Allah. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271684492835505266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SSjJHZtlRHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IjeJlMRMsig/s320/SANY1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Future Mr and Mrs and sister. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271684504719696818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SSjJIF-_o7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/lG2K5tGQSCA/s320/SANY1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taken while waiting for the purchase of tickets, courtesy of Mr Fandi aka dearie again. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right now, my Dearie is busy researching, and I am using his laptop to blog, at the National Library. Hehe.... Naughty me!! Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7285357294090664474?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7285357294090664474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7285357294090664474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/11/concert-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SSjJIJIiKwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lMqoHyup3Gk/s72-c/SANY1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-5182655117345059661</id><published>2008-10-25T07:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:07:56.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****I'm back!!!*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But with just a short period of time available, (long day ahead), let me make this a pretty short entry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Hari Raya has been better compared to the last Hari Raya. I went visiting to more houses this year round, and the best part is, on certain days, Dearie joined us, so too my future bro-in-law. Although not many pics were taken (as always!), there are some that are gonna be shared now. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During one of the weekdays, a mum of a student of mine invited me over to her house. In the evening, I went with Dearie when he came back from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873010539273794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SQJgITmiHkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UZtKuD_Qq4E/s320/SANY1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my students. The one who invited me is the girl with the longer hair. The other girl is another guest, who is also my student. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873401401602578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SQJgfDrX8hI/AAAAAAAAAQk/j-M8E0DzvnI/s320/SANY1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Her parents insisted that Dearie joined the photo-taking this time round. Hehe... Btw, the pics were taken by my student's dad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873979656580322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SQJhAt2GrOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/UPl0E9-vPMs/s320/SANY1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just last Sunday, me and Dearie went out with my good friends. If you notice, this year, we were joined by 2 new additions, 2 little darlings! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260874703896934402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SQJhq32deAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dLMjIzyWmts/s320/SANY1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and the 2 little darlings mentioned as above. The princess is Azrin's daughter, Auni, and the future soccer superstar, Fahryn, is Shaeeda's son. Both are just soooo cute! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260875296155913154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SQJiNWMAS8I/AAAAAAAAARE/WnPDu4f3DpQ/s320/SANY1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pic taken at my home, courtesy of my sister. I'm the only 1 who is standing so far back if you notice. Hmmm, never mind. What's done can be undone... It's ok. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, that's all for now. Will update next time. Now, I'm SUPER-STRESSED ABOUT MY UPCOMING K2 GRADUATION CONCERT!! ARGGHHHH!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-5182655117345059661?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/5182655117345059661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/5182655117345059661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back-but-with-just-short-period-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SQJgITmiHkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UZtKuD_Qq4E/s72-c/SANY1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6247390893465297173</id><published>2008-10-12T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:46:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back... Am too tired to blog, but I just wanna share my new fav pic with my Dearie... Will update more when I am free to do so... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256278526087885410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SPINeHP7cmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2Vw4fpbUYds/s320/SANY1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Less than 3 years more. Insya Allah... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you so much Dearie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-6247390893465297173?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6247390893465297173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6247390893465297173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SPINeHP7cmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2Vw4fpbUYds/s72-c/SANY1279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-430766145218935415</id><published>2008-10-12T08:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:52:53.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Flu's here. Hmmm. Throat feels funny, nose is so very uncomfortable, head's spinning, and body feels feverish... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be due to yesterday, I had the K2 graduation concert in the morning till 1pm. What with the noise level, and with my children being over-excited, I had to raise my voice just so that my children can hear my instructions. There was this boy in my class who was absent on Friday as he went Hari Raya visiting, he kept on hugging me and saying 'Teacher Lissa, I miss you!!' Haha... So cute when I think about it. Imagine when he goes to primary school... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I came back home, after resting, Dearie came over, and after all got ready, we went out. First to Yishun, where my uncle has invited Dearie too to his open house. Then, my dad sent me and Dearie to Marsiling, our friend's house. Well, she's our insurance agent to be precise. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256060027629580178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SPFGv1D9r5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/U_06vtqQACA/s320/SANY1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left: Kak Yati, me, Dearie, and Kak Yati's hubby. In the background you can see the pics of her children. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From there, me and Dearie took a cab to Bedok Reservoir Road, where his secondary school friend stayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256060733037491122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SPFHY46UM7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vULzlYgRRQQ/s320/SANY1262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Dearie and his friend, Rahman. They haven't met since 2003 or 2004 Hari Raya! Imagine how long! Dearie said to his friend last night, maybe, who knows, the next time we go to his home, we would be as a family already. Hehe... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256061633790024242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SPFINUedGjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IGDf88Ltd8U/s320/SANY1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me and my Dearie, taken by Rahman. That is my 'soon-to-be-sick' face. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256062658237655650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SPFJI81zamI/AAAAAAAAAQM/f-9DbvJ1DeA/s320/SANY1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;All 3 of us together. Notice, by co-incidence, he was wearing blue too. Hehe... This was taken by Rahman's sister. Thank you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Later at noon, my family and I will go to Dearie's house, before his dad goes to work. Then Dearie and I wll continue visiting his other friends, and finally, we will meet up with my family at my aunt's house. More pics coming up!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-430766145218935415?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/430766145218935415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/430766145218935415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/10/flus-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SPFGv1D9r5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/U_06vtqQACA/s72-c/SANY1261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2256397186101727319</id><published>2008-10-05T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:24:33.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Come! It is time to share the first few days of Syawal with all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the first day, as usual, we only went to a few houses earlier in the day. My grandma's, my dad's uncle's home, and lastly, my dad's stepmother's home. Only this year, instead of being at Tampines, my dad's stepmother is staying at Jurong West with another one of my dad's younger siblings, although born by another mother aka his stepmother. The reason of the relocation was because Nek Ah (that is what we call her) suddenly had stroke, and is now still too weak to walk and needs wheelchair. She actually stays at Tampines wif my dad's younger bro and his wife, but because both my uncle and aunt are working, and they are afraid that my Nek Ah will get hurt when left alone, my dad's younger sister who is staying at Jurong West wif her family, decided that for the time being, Nek Ah just stay with her. At least she can make sure that all Nek Ah's needs will be met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the evening, we went to my dad's good friend's house, also at Jurong West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253493641472861458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SOgoofnDZRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Vh-0GAK1vCs/s320/SANY1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad and his good friend, Cik Adon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the 2nd day of Syawal, we only went to 1 house, my dad's cousin's house at Teck Whye Lane. After maghrib, my sister's ehm ehm aka my future bro-in-law (insya Allah) came with another colleague. Oh did I mention earlier that my sister and abang Alfian are colleagues? Ya they are colleagues. Then around 10pm, my dad's cousin came with her husband. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The funny thing is, even though we brought our cameras, we somehow always forget to take pics wif family members coz its like we are always rushing, and we would only realise in the car that we did not take any pics. Haha... :P Must improve on that next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3rd day of Syawal, my dad was working. So we did not go out. But I met with my Dearie!! :) Gosh how I missed him when we did not meet... As usual, he came, then I helped him with his assignment. This year, we were different. Dearie gave me duit Raya. Hehe... Then, before he left, as what people always do when it is Hari Raya, we seek forgiveness from each other. But this year, we really cried. Yes, I meant we. Even Dearie cried. I am having a hard time with his family, even though they hv accepted me. The reason, his sister and I... She keeps on hating me. She had accused me of many bad things. My heart is very hurt. But what Dearie said that make me cry, was that we have to persevere, we have been through many things in the last 6 years, it will be a waste to throw all that away jus because of his sister. N he said, that everyday that I did something wrong, on the day itself he has forgiven me, coz he has chosen me to be his life partner, so no matter what, he will redha, n just do his best to make me be a better person. N he promised that as long as he lived, he will take good care of me. His exact words in Malay, 'selagi I hidup, I tak kan sia-sia kan u.' That made me cry even more. When he was saying all that, he was crying. He said to me, 'you dunno how much I love and sayang at you. Coz maybe I not good at showing all that. But only Allah knows.' I know, he just wants me to be strong, and ignore whatever his sister do to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dearie, I will try be strong, I have been enduring so much pain since the last 6 years, now just waiting for 2-3 years more, then all will be okay.... I just dunno why your sister hate me so much. Cry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, let's talk about yesterday. Yesterday was a happy turnaround. Dearie followed me and family to visit my late mum's kubur. Since Dearie was there, we went to his grandparent's kubur as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253502048604945170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SOgwR2niexI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fEiJzk6NsZs/s320/SANY1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; In the car on the way to kubur. Look at him!! So cheeky. Hehe....  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After going kubur, Dearie drove the car and brought us to Bukit Timah Road to eat. Yum! Then we went back home and Dearie continued his assignment at my house. See, what a good girlfriend I am. Coz if he went back home he wont be able to finish up his assignment with all the relatives coming to his home. I even helped him again. Then my family and I went visiting other relatives' places, Dearie stayed at my home and did his work. Haha.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253504725948597250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SOgytsgAhAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LzAe24z3MlE/s320/SANY1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Before I went with my family. I reminded Dearie, take good care of my house. Hehe... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, gotta stop now... Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-2256397186101727319?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2256397186101727319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2256397186101727319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-it-is-time-to-share-first-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SOgoofnDZRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Vh-0GAK1vCs/s72-c/SANY1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1565684376653240929</id><published>2008-10-03T07:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:12:28.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SOVVC3LR8jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l8_1fmjaVAg/s1600-h/SANY1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252698048056914482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SOVVC3LR8jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l8_1fmjaVAg/s320/SANY1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family picture for 2008. Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pics n updates coming as time goes by.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-1565684376653240929?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1565684376653240929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1565684376653240929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-family-picture-for-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SOVVC3LR8jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l8_1fmjaVAg/s72-c/SANY1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8826131141956848690</id><published>2008-10-01T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:21:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another year has passed, and now, it is the Hari Raya period again. Seems quite fast this year. My dad is not back yet from performing the Hari Raya prayers, n both my sisters are still sleeping. I am blogging, while waiting to hang out clothes that are still being washed in the washing machine. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, I only missed out 4 days of fasting, since Saturday, coz of the red light. So now I am still having it, thats why I am not able to go for the prayers. When I woke, I took my bath, brought in clothes from outside to fold, put in the cookies in the jars, and now, I spend a little time blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt very sad last night when I heard the takbir on the radio, sayu rasanya... As I knew, that is the last moment that my late mum was there with us, watching over us. Her soul would have to return to the other world when the fasting month of Ramadhan is over. I tried very hard to control myself not to cry... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okies.... the washing machine has stopped, so I have to complete my duties! Here wishing all friends, family members, fellow readers, a very happy Selamat Hari Raya!! To my Dearie and his family, thanks for helping us a lot and for the muruku. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing you Dearie, missing you Mummy..... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-8826131141956848690?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8826131141956848690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8826131141956848690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4510876239266586064</id><published>2008-08-24T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:19:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 6 YEARS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot &lt;/strong&gt;believe it. Today is me and Dearie's 6 years anniversary. Seems like it was only yesterday we started to get to know each other and going out, and now, it is already 6 years, and we are still going on strong. Alhamdulillah... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, after Dearie finished his class, he came over bcoz we had a place to go to. At my house, he gave me quite a lot of gifts! And I surprised him by giving a mp3 player that I just bought yesterday as well when i was out with my sisters. His old mp3 player is not working anymore, and so I decided to buy him a new one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today, we went to celebrate the happy occassion, and I met him after his class at around 1pm. Had lunch, and just walked around Marina area etc. Dearie bought new pair of shoes coz his shoes were not usable anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not much to type today, just that I am just oh so happy and contented and grateful that we have such a strong on-going relationship even after 6 years, and I pray, hopefully, for many2 more years to come. Amin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hopefully, Insya Allah, by the 8th year, we would be halfway through to our 'hubby and wifey' stage, meaning, our engagement. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, gotta go now, many things to do... Toodles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our picture today, look at how tired my poor darling looks! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238072174963868626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SLFe5ACUQ9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/dkesBLXMnX4/s320/SANY0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 6 years anniversary Dearie!! It has been an adventure, happy, exciting, wonderful!! Thanks for all the times you have been there for me. Only Allah knows how much you mean to me, and that I truly cherish you, for everything. I am looking forward to many more happy years with you. Amin. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-4510876239266586064?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4510876239266586064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4510876239266586064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-6-years.html' title='HAPPY 6 YEARS!!!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SLFe5ACUQ9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/dkesBLXMnX4/s72-c/SANY0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7784155549472432022</id><published>2008-07-23T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:14:13.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to say congratulations!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To 2 of my dear friends, for having just given birth to their first child, a prince n a princess. Their babies are just oh so beautiful that I just cant help wishing my time will come soon. Hehehe... Well, we the future Mr n Mrs (hehe) are starting some surveying already although the time is still quite far off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dearie is now quite stressed about his exams. The first is over, and this weekend will be his 2nd paper. Pity him... And this Saturday, will be the PCF Tampines Sports Meet. Kinda exciting for me coz it is my first time. Will update more on that next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, as it turns out, I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; taking up my degree. Hmmm. Its ok, at least I can help out my family and save the money then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm, having mind block. What happened to me....???? Maybe Dearie's stress over his exams had passed over to me. Guess I should talk to him now. Til then... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7784155549472432022?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7784155549472432022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7784155549472432022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-say-congratulations-to-2-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7151386526319582440</id><published>2008-06-30T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:03:11.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, here I am, left alone again... Dearie had left for Netherlands last night. Alhamdulillah, at least I got to see him and sent him off at the airport with his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really thankful to God that now his parents have accepted me. Imagine the pain if it is still the same situation as last time, when they were against our relationship. I would be even more sad at this moment. Although I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; sad, it is not so bad, since at least we get to spend some moments together before he took his plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, at around 5+pm, Dearie fetched me at my house, then we went to buy some last minute stuff for him, then we headed back to his house. Ate early dinner with my Dearie at his house, then we all got ready for prayers. Then, we all left for the airport. Before we left, my dad called and talked to my Dearie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we were walking out and waiting for the cab, my heart began to feel more and more sad. But I talked to myself, be thankful that at least this time, I get the chance to send him off. But at the airport itself, I was really2 sensitive. We bumped into his friend, and he only introduced his parents to him, whereas I was standing there right beside him. I felt even more pain then. Dearie apologised many times because he was sad too to leave me, and so he just wasn't thinking clearly actually. Imagine, he was to go to Netherlands all by himself, and then take the train to somewhere all by himself. I was so very worried when I heard about it from him. Alhamdulillah, he just called me about half hour ago, and said that he is at the office now. There it is only 3+pm now. Oh well, let bygones be bygones. I just want him to return safe and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since Dearie told me about the news (not the Netherlands news, the news about our....) all I could think about is that. I really hope its a wish come true. And, strange as it sounds, I am actually more excited about something else than the engagement itself. I am more excited and can't wait when the moment comes and we have our own family. I think, what with most of my friends around me already having families, getting preggy, I find myself imagining what it would be like to carry &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; baby. Hehehe... Slap me if you must for I am over-dreaming. I myself don't know why I am feeling this way. If I tell Dearie about this, I am sure he would laugh his head off, but happy, nevertheless. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did tell one colleague of mine about this strange feeling, and she told me, maybe it is because I am with my Dearie for nearly 6 years now, and so, it is expected that the time to get engaged and married is coming along. That is something that will happen, she said, because, if what me and Dearie have is something that is not good, and has less chance of lasting long, it would not have lasted up to now. And so, because the engagement and marriage part is already so-called expected, it is the part after that, the pre-wedding, she says, that makes me more excited than the wedding itself. The idea of me and Dearie together as hubby n wife, having babies with him, thats what makes me want the marriage to take place. It is not for the wedding itself, it is for the life with him after the wedding. Sounds complicated? Tell me about it... She explained it to me once, and I spent like how many hours thinking about it, and now, as I am blogging, I finally understood what she meant. And yes, she is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That doesn't mean I am not excited about getting engaged n married. I am. I am 1 seriously confused/excited/happy/sad/lonely lady. Now as we all know (I mentioned in my earlier blog), this is only gonna take place in 2010, aft November (insyaAllah), but somehow, I keep thinking n talking about it to Dearie. I dunno y. Let me try to stop talking abt it in blog etc, and see if I will survive. Hohohoho.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, I better rest now. I hardly slept coz I cried buckets last night at home when I returned from the airport. (Hey I am still sad and missing my Dearie although I am excited at the same time. Told you I'm confused!) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie, I miss you, pls take care of yourself and have proper meals. Remember your promise... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your loving girl, darling, future fiancee/wife. (I can't help myself yea...!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217674544598330018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SGjnWphhqqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/igtJW58kXQM/s320/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-7151386526319582440?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7151386526319582440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7151386526319582440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-here-i-am-left-alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SGjnWphhqqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/igtJW58kXQM/s72-c/DSC02009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6332492758238775040</id><published>2008-06-28T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:53:31.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is the day.... Sad. You will have to fly off tomorrow night for your training... I will only see you again in 2 weeks. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, at least, I get to see you again tomorow, before you go... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, happy thoughts now... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just now, before Dearie and me cracked our brains again at my home, we were outside. We caught the movie 'Get Smart'. I was happy to be out on this date, because it was my Dearie who initiated the date. He rarely asks me out. Not to complain, but normally I was the one who needed to go here n there, and he would be there to be my shadow. Hehehe... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, while we were having our meal, he told me this. On Thursday night, he and his parents had a talk regarding our relationship. His dad had told him that in the year 2010, Dearie's parents would be going to Haj, insya-Allah. Next year then they will start going for the Haj course. And once they come back from Haj, preparations will be made... For our &lt;em&gt;engagement&lt;/em&gt;. Dearie said: "Hari yang kita tunang nanti, insya-Allah, my dad sendiri yang akan datang untuk melamar, dengan my pakcik". Translated: "&lt;em&gt;On the day of engagement itself, my dad n uncle will come n propose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like shocked to hear that... I mean, his dad himself brought up the matter!! Hehehe.... Alhamdulillah... Anyway, I knew that I did mention we thought of getting married straight, no need to get engaged, but since my dad doesn't mind much, and his parents want it that way, we as children respect our parents' wishes. Right now, I just can't wait for 2010!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I am blogging, I just informed my dad about it. He is very happy to hear the news! Alhamdulillah. Even though it is still about 2 years away, as we all know, time flies very fast. And anyway, we could have our engagement earlier before his parents go for Haj, but we wanna wait till I finish my studies. Yup, insya Allah this October I will start my degree. Alhamdulillah, with support from Dearie, I managed to talk to my dad and convince him how important it is for me to take up this course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now my heart is just too happy about the news that I think it's gonna explode. But at the same time, I am sad about tomorrow. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie, I pray you have a safe journey there and back here. Promise me you will come back safely and and in good health. And, sorry, I know you said not to tell them abt that news yet, but I just cant keep it to myself, I mean, I just too happy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll see you tomorrow... Miss you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-6332492758238775040?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6332492758238775040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6332492758238775040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3969482349573262404</id><published>2008-06-26T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:51:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm.... This period is really a test for me... Yet another separation coming up, between me and Dearie... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This coming Sunday night, he would be flying off to Netherlands... Soooo far.... Until the 10th of July.... Soooo loooong.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, maybe its a good thing we go through all these short-term separations, so that if/when we are married, if we ever have to go through separations, i.e. him going to reservist, the pain wont be too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now, the pain/pang of separation is hard, especially for me, and Dearie hasn't even left yet. Sad... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since my mummy passed away, he is the only one I am closest to and can talk to about &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. He's gonna be gone for a looong time, it sure is gonna be hard for me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I better go calm myself now... Dear I know this is for your work training, but I am still sad... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be missing you sooo much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3969482349573262404?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3969482349573262404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3969482349573262404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4513245940509609885</id><published>2008-06-16T08:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:43:30.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hmmm.... Me and Dearie barely had enough time with each other since I came back from Mecca, and now we are separated again. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just went for his 2nd round of reservist this morning. Luckily, this time around, it is only for 1 week, until this Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since he had just started his part-time degree course, Dearie has been very drained out. Luckily, he has me to perk him up! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the weekends, because he has to complete his assignments, and boy. his assignments are really, really, intensive, I am honoured to be his FOC assistant. I help him in whatever means I can, he just have to come over my house, bring his books and laptop, and both of use will start to crack our brains and brainstorm together. It is as if &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am the one studying! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even &lt;em&gt;Dearie&lt;/em&gt; has assigned me with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; own assignment!! Since he is at camp for the whole week (well almost), I have been &lt;em&gt;delegated&lt;/em&gt; by him (I learnt that word from his module) to help return a library book, and to even borrow some books!! Well, I do not mind helping my loved one, as long as he appreciates me, and pampers me back in return. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On last Saturday, the day after I came back, Dearie came around noon, we got busy with his assignments, then, to take a break, 6 of us went to watch KungFu Panda. It was a rather short movie, but it was a nice show. I was glad to see Dearie laughing his head off so I know his tension is sort of eased for that moment. Anyway, me and Dearie went with my 2 sisters, abang Alfian, and my little cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212271134469947266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SFW0-yMaf4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZHKA1lVRqYU/s320/SANY0892.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my little cousin. Her nickname is 'Ashley Tisdale aka Sharpay Evans' as in the HSM character because she does a perfect imitation of her. Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212272382800614786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SFW2Hclo1YI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bxmHFUNRXu8/s320/SANY0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Dearie and the little princess. I was happy to see that my cousin and Dearie could really hit it off. Throughout the journey, the 2 of them keep disturbing each other, and I just kept watch and smiled at their antics. Maybe that's how it will be if me and Dearie have our own family. Hehehe.... Insya Allah... I keep praying that our dream will truly materialise in about 2 years more. Pray for us too yeah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie, I missing you... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-4513245940509609885?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4513245940509609885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4513245940509609885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SFW0-yMaf4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZHKA1lVRqYU/s72-c/SANY0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8170264011420563508</id><published>2008-06-13T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:53:13.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, dad, and sister back from Mecca today. Arrived home at around 1plus pm. Dearie came over after Friday prayers. Now, need to rest from jet lag, Need to adjust back to the 5hrs time difference between here and there. Will update tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-8170264011420563508?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8170264011420563508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8170264011420563508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-dad-and-sister-back-from-mecca-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2782604553965918021</id><published>2008-05-31T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:04:52.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good morning everyone!! Just a short entry to update you readers. Tomorrow me, dad n my youngest sister will be flying of to do our mini-Haj. Do pray for our safety there, and to hv a safe journey there n back here in S'pore. My laptop will be under the care of my loving Dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will truly miss my Dear sooo much. Hope he won't be off to Netherlands soon, wait for me tau!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have started counting down, 2 yrs more, insya Allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you later Dear!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-2782604553965918021?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2782604553965918021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2782604553965918021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-morning-everyone-just-short-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-5872787888899534411</id><published>2008-05-04T20:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:58:51.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It has been a long time, and I have quite a long story to share. Well, where shall I begin???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, now it is May. Eventful month. Why? First of all, it will mark the beginning of school holidays at the end of May. Then, on the 1st of June, my younger sis, me and dad will go for &lt;em&gt;umrah.&lt;/em&gt; Will be quite an experience there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, had an excursion with my K2 children, went to sit the cable car. The children seemed fine, but it was &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; who got dizzy. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Early in the morning just now, I accompanied Dearie to East Coast Park for his company's futsal tournament. He was made captain! Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, we went to Eastpoint a while, Dearie wanted to collect something. Then, we headed to Tampines Mall to meet my sisters. My elder sister wanted to treat us to Seoul Garden since it is my bday tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her 'fren' came and joined us too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay... What was the thing that Dearie collected? It was this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196511965871778322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB24GcTaqhI/AAAAAAAAANU/wJrpdQ9taX4/s320/SANY0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovely ain't it? I knew Dearie had ordered something, but it never crossed my mind it would be this lovely bouquet of flowers. I was truly surprised. Dearie said he initially planned to have it delivered to my workplace tomorrow on my birthday. Hehe.... So now it is an advanced gift. Now, the flowers are.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196512751850793506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB240MTaqiI/AAAAAAAAANc/HmZMzeSl8TE/s320/SANY0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Resting comfortably in a vase. It was my first time getting real flowers as a gift, so I had no idea how I was actually feeling. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196515268701628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB27GsTaqjI/AAAAAAAAANk/dc-yMtvphRc/s320/SANY0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Seoul Garden, posing with my lovely flowers. Co-incidentally, the bouquet match my outfit today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196515835637312066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB27nsTaqkI/AAAAAAAAANs/atc6WB97BJI/s320/SANY0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fiqa, my younger sister, is now a devoted HSM fan. She expecially likes the character 'Kelsi' in the story. That is why she has got the hat, and with a new hair-do, she looks wow. :) My Dearie asked her to pose like that. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196516419752864338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB28JsTaqlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3NJAoSkEsCA/s320/SANY0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; That's my elder sis Liana and Abg Alfian. Frens, or lovers? Even we, her sisters, are still unsure. Sheesh, she's good at keeping secrets. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196517145602337378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB28z8TaqmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dtR9TXKcbfk/s320/SANY0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The spoon is being held by Dearie. Look at the steam coming out! You can see it against Fiqa's arm. Steaming hot!!!! Fiqa doesn't even know I'm taking this picture. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196517961646123634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB29jcTaqnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/e_8kENLNSDQ/s320/SANY0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Having a feast yeah! Hoho. Dearie reali enjoying this meal. Believe it or not, it is both Dearie and mine first time eating Seoul Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518928013765250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB2-bsTaqoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ab4OcuBH9QM/s320/SANY0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Of course, we would definitely have our moment and take pic together. This picture Dearie snapped himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196519443409840786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB2-5sTaqpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Emi5jav2WPM/s320/SANY0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fiqa snapped this for us. She likes to snap picture of the main subjects at the side. :p Therefore I demanded that she took another for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196520117719706274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB2_g8TaqqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/m8xavfciDTs/s320/SANY0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There, I prefer this! Although we are having fun here, all of us are having the same thought in mind. In a few days time, will be a year since my mum passed away. How fast. we truly miss her. :(   Luckily we still have each other, and I have Dearie. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Dearie decided that when the time comes, we will just get married instantly. We decided to skip the engagement part, if both his parents agree. My dad has no comments, he is ok with what will make me happy. Will be in 2010, hopefully before Hari Raya period. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, I guess that's all for now. Quite a long blog, and I am quite tired now. Ciaoz. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-5872787888899534411?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/5872787888899534411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/5872787888899534411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-long-time-and-i-have-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/SB24GcTaqhI/AAAAAAAAANU/wJrpdQ9taX4/s72-c/SANY0356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3131646366983549440</id><published>2008-03-16T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:17:51.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I mentioned in the previous blog, we went to HDB to make some enquiries. But all that's available are not within where we wish to set up our future home. But, as it is, it is still quite an exciting experience. So, what's our plan then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went online, and filled up an application for the housing loan first. It may be quite early, as some may think, but we jusy hoping that by the time we settle down, we have our own home to live in. All we can do now is pray, and hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, we had quite an enjoyable evening. My sisters and me, Dearie, and my elder sister's (boyfriend?) went to Great World City to watch 'The Spiderwick Chronicles'. Now, why did I put a question mark beside the word boyfriend? The reason, my sister said they're just friends, but at the cinema, while watching the movie, me, Dearie and my younger sister noticed that they were holding hands. Hoho! Secret is out sis! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The movie, not bad.... This type is movie is really not my cup of tea. As you know, my favourite type is always animated cartoons or love stories. Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I gotta go... Aunt's here. Anyone who can help me out regarding buying of house etc, pls do contact me yeah. Thanks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3131646366983549440?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3131646366983549440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3131646366983549440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-home.html' title='Our home...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8594451050164383340</id><published>2008-03-11T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:31:30.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Feeling kinda excited. Why? Well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now having my school holidays, only went back to school today and yesterday. For new term preparation. On Thursday and Friday, Dearie will be on leave too. Over the last few days, we have been discussing more intently about the future. He will be starting his degree programme soon, and I am in charge, to make sure that he stil continue to save without fail. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have set our target. Our aim now is to settle down in the year 2010, before the Hari Raya period, insya-Allah. Hopefully, we can reach our target. Now, since we have set the target year, we have also started discussing about future homes. We did go to the HDB websites, but decided we need direct information. Therefore, since he's gonna be on leave, we will be just going to HDB to find out more. We did notice there's this new scheme for couples who are not yet married. Seems interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, my sister (younger), she seems sad when I told her me and Dearie going to HDB to find out more. She thought I am moving out within this year. Don't worry my dear sister, you will still have me around for this couple of years (minimum). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told Dearie, about me feeling kinda excited. Although we not buying or booking etc yet, it still is an exciting aspect of our lives. Feels like we're growing up slowly now. Hehe... Never thought the day will come when I will actually go and look for home with future fiance/husband. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually having menses cramp, but my excitement overcomes it. Dearie just msn-ed me. Who knows, we can book the house first. Hehee... He too excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think, I'm just gonna have to stop here. In the midst of excitement, I can't think of what else to blog. Heh... Just 1 thing, if only my late mummy still around, I could share this happy moment with her.     :(          We miss you mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aTyfwaqKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fpjSIwX8weU/s1600-h/DSCN2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176487317436278946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aTyfwaqKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fpjSIwX8weU/s320/DSCN2963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now single (but taken and totally attached!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aTzfwaqLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/phMr5OhCTJg/s1600-h/SANY0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176487334616148146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aTzfwaqLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/phMr5OhCTJg/s320/SANY0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we have been together so long, nearly 6 years coming this August, some ppl said we look almost alike, like siblings. And they said, if a couple looks almost alike, insya-Allah, they will stay together for their lifetime. Pray for that yeah darling. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aWNvwaqNI/AAAAAAAAANM/P2s3WT7BHz8/s1600-h/DSC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176489984610969810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aWNvwaqNI/AAAAAAAAANM/P2s3WT7BHz8/s320/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiming to be Mr and Mrs Fandi, 2 years down the road. Insya-Allah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you so much darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aTzfwaqLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/phMr5OhCTJg/s1600-h/SANY0004.JPG"&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/31879610-8594451050164383340?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8594451050164383340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8594451050164383340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-kinda-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R9aTyfwaqKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fpjSIwX8weU/s72-c/DSCN2963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4526993747300113105</id><published>2008-02-15T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:26:13.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, seems like I only blog once a month now. Hehehe... So, what's been happening recently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Congratulations to my friend dear Huda, for the birth of her first child, a baby girl, who looks just like her. Her baby was born on 13th February, and guess what, the new mummy's birthday was yesterday on the 14th February. Nice timing yeah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) I had a nice surprise by Dearie yesterday. During my lunch time, he called, and asked me to buy the New Paper, coz he wanted me to read something. I said I had no time to buy, and asked him to just tell me what it was about. He said it was a surprise, and that he would show me when we meet up later to go visit my friend who just gave birth (read above) :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;totally &lt;/em&gt;forgot that it was Valentine's Day yesterday, and being a Muslim, I never celebrate it. Neither does Dearie celebrate it, but he had dedicated a message for me in the New Paper in the Valentine's section. I was like so shocked... Will try to scan and put up in blog if I have the time. Thanks Dearie, really appreciate the romantic gesture which really surprised me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Just now, was a turn around for me. Suddenly, was feeling low and sad, sorrow, depressed. I was with Dearie, and I just suddenly cried, coz I missing my late mummy so much. Dearie just registered for his degree course, and I met up with him. Sorry Dearie.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, just a short update for now. Till I blog again.... :P&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/31879610-4526993747300113105?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4526993747300113105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4526993747300113105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-seems-like-i-only-blog-once-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1523100693654595495</id><published>2008-01-20T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:43:30.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My goodness, what a long time it has been! Just been so busy adjusting to my new work... Hehe. Well, so far, so good. I'm adjusting fine, and the children under my care are adjusting well too. Ended up, I had to teach the K2 children, 1 class in the morning, and 1 class in the afternoon. I had to teach Malay too. Feels weird talking Malay to them when teaching, as I am used to speaking English. Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught the flu bug from the children, now having sore throat, cough, and cold. Haiz.... Expected, each time I start out a new job, or at a new centre... If I'm still not well guess tomorrow after work I will see the doctor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dearie? I would like to congratulate him, at the end of his 1 year contract with Philips, he has signed another letter, and now he has got the permanent job with the company! Hopefully, he will get even better pay, so can save up more for the big day! Heheh.... And its for his studies too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm, abt my studies, guess not now. Because I can't afford. And my daddy can't afford to fork out a lot too. The reason because, he is taking me and my younger sister to &lt;em&gt;umrah&lt;/em&gt; this June. He has gotten his CPF money, and he's saving most of the money, because he intends to retire soon. And also, &lt;em&gt;insya Allah&lt;/em&gt;, he will be going to do his pilgrimage next year, 2009. And I thought, maybe since I can't afford to pay monthly loans, I might as well just postpone my studies first, and save the money.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta go now, need to rest. Later meeting Dearie, we going to find some stuff.... Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157336984398138722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R5KKqZ4JDWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_z6AEjyuk0s/s320/SANY0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you Dearie!! End of next year yeah, hopefully... Hehhee... insya Allah.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-1523100693654595495?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1523100693654595495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1523100693654595495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-goodness-what-long-time-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R5KKqZ4JDWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_z6AEjyuk0s/s72-c/SANY0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-5005556063525001504</id><published>2007-12-24T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:58:32.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, I have resigned from NTUC. My ex-colleague, the 1 who I'm closest to, sms-ed n told me that they will have difficulties when it comes to pc problems, they all depended on me. I felt kinda bad, but I too must do what's best for me, right? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, yesterday me and Dearie had a wonderful outing to... Science Centre! For $15 each, we got tickets to enter Science Centre, iMAX and also the DAT exhibition. Should we have bought those tickets separately, it would cost $26 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147315842149059810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27wfJ4JDOI/AAAAAAAAALs/GIho_iMjl80/s320/SANY0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us in the bus going towards Science Centre..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147316099847097586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27wuJ4JDPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RDA3ZG6EJ8s/s320/SANY0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and the 'Mummy'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147316383314939138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27w-p4JDQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jF9bXXUJ6T0/s320/SANY0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie and his 'Mummy'! He was really excited when we entered the &lt;em&gt;'mummies' &lt;/em&gt;exhibition hall. He was like a little child so happy and excited inside a toy or candy shop. Hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147317293848005906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27xzp4JDRI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cpu3CVdhar8/s320/SANY0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dearie and his long lost friend.... Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147317590200749346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27yE54JDSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UERIBffzHCc/s320/SANY0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Can you spot 'Mr. Krab'? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147318161431399730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27ymJ4JDTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DL4cshOG_ws/s320/SANY0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Singapore's next idol?? Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147318938820480322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27zTZ4JDUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fCsmm_j3drg/s320/SANY0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was cool!! Dearie was engaged in some game here.... and when I went to stand beside him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147320592382889298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R270zp4JDVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/itej0jbbCdU/s320/SANY0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look!! That's me and Dearie on the screen... If you look closely, my hand is covering my mouth, I was laughing!! And Dearie is holding on to the controller....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely outing, so called like our anniversary date, which is today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5 years and 4 months Dearie!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/31879610-5005556063525001504?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/5005556063525001504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/5005556063525001504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-i-have-resigned-from-ntuc.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R27wfJ4JDOI/AAAAAAAAALs/GIho_iMjl80/s72-c/SANY0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7059235768362097839</id><published>2007-12-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:30:12.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been quite a while, and quite a lot has happened, but first of all, wishing all Muslims out there Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, where shall I start? Oh, me and Dearie got a new digital camera! I keep the new camera, and Dearie is holding on to the old camera, he will use it at work. Our new camera is Sanyo Xacti brand. The brand might not be so popular, but the pictures it captures are very clear, and it is a very fast camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, I have found a new job! At last, Alhamdulillah. It is at Tampines PCF, so in a way I can save on time and transportation cost. My family and Dearie are really happy that I landed this job. But, I have to admit, I will surely miss my NTUC centre, especially the children. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not being boastful, but I am sure some of the children will miss me too, especially my twins, and children who are not even in my class.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But life has to go on yeah.... And I am too looking forward to starting my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just now, my colleagues and I (NTUC) went to Grassroot's Club to have our QCS training. Knowing that I will be leaving soon, I took some pictures for memories sake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145688504810409138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R2kobp4JDLI/AAAAAAAAALU/yjF9FSjk5fg/s320/SANY0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 3 colleagues who are close to me, Teacher Dzakiah from K2, Teacher Zila from K1 and Teacher Gaya from Toddlers class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145688921422236866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R2koz54JDMI/AAAAAAAAALc/8agKm1Sr_MA/s320/SANY0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Teacher Gaya. I hope this won't be the last picture I take with her, she is the colleague closest to me, just like a sister, although she is 17 years older than me. Will miss her very much... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145689389573672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R2kpPJ4JDNI/AAAAAAAAALk/TZ4a4KmD6is/s320/SANY0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the picture we took together before going our separate ways. 3 of our other colleagues had quickly left after the training.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are many wonderful enjoyable experiences that I have went through, gained and learned from working at NTUC. I will miss working there very much. Ok gotta go, getting ready for tomorrow.... Will update soon. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7059235768362097839?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7059235768362097839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7059235768362097839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/12/happenings.html' title='Happenings....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/R2kobp4JDLI/AAAAAAAAALU/yjF9FSjk5fg/s72-c/SANY0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6349121998824313001</id><published>2007-11-11T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:45:10.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yesterday my primary school friend came, the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; primary school friend who I am still in contact with. Well, I knew her even before we started primary school. She came in the evening around 620pm, and stayed til around 9pm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talked about our lives, our happenings, you know, the usual stuff girls would talk about when they have not met their gal friends in a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was picture time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131390832795284162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RzZcxnB1csI/AAAAAAAAALM/TDKEUYVxFUw/s320/DSCN3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister took this picture for us. My youngest sister... Both of us looked real tired huh... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Norlin and I have almost the same family background.... Her mum and my late mum's families hailed from Malacca, her aunt and my closest aunt were colleagues, and I can still remember when we were both &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; younger, i.e. in our preschool years or early primary school years, we would go to our aunt's workplace and swim at the pool there. Our aunts used to work at this condominium's laundry service, and at times we would go there and our aunts took us swimming there. I still have the photos of us swimming, and before swimming, we posed in our swimming costumes! Hahaha.... How funny when I look back on that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girl, you are 1 of the closest frens, and you are still a fren even after 20 years of friendship. Hope we can maintain our friendship for another 20 years more and counting yeah... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-6349121998824313001?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6349121998824313001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6349121998824313001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='.....................'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RzZcxnB1csI/AAAAAAAAALM/TDKEUYVxFUw/s72-c/DSCN3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1096630746776736011</id><published>2007-11-04T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:56:36.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meeting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi again.... Well, yesterday was the day that I went over to Dearie's house. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Initially, Dearie thought that I would just come over to his house after his colleagues left for his so-called 'open house'. But a few days before yesterday, his dad told him to ask me to come over earlier to be there too. Oh how my heart was beating so fast 'dup-dup-dup'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yesterday after work, I went home first to get changed. Then Dearie came and fetched me, my dad asked Dearie to drive. I was soooo nervous, sooo scared, that my hands were so cold and sweaty. In the lift, I was reluctant to leave the lift. How funny as I recall that now... Dearie practically had to pull me away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At his house, Alhamdulillah all was fine, his mum talked to me. I was coughing a lot and his mum asked if I was sick etc. To cut the story short, his dad helped check on me, and saw that someone had put 'something' on me aka something like black magic. That is the reason why I get sick always. So his dad called my dad, and soon after that, Dearie and I went to fetch my family and all of us headed back to Dearie's house. There his dad helped me and Alhamdulillah all is ok now. But I will need to go there again for 2nd round of treatment. After that, his dad talked about me and Dearie's relationship with my dad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no need to elaborate on the actual talk, but the main points are that Dearie's parents accept me as I am, only that we are not ready to get married now, because of our financial situation, and also because Dearie is going to be taking up his degree course, and insyaAllah me too. Well, that's not a problem to me because I too am not ready to settle down now. What me and Dearie are planning is to settle down when we both are really ready, which will be in 3 years time around there. No point rushing. So for now we just praying that things will continue to go smoothly for us, as always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The funny thing is, I recall what Dearie's dad said, my family and his family has already become 1 big family, only that it is not yet official. It will become a dream come true, in a few years time, insya Allah. Remember Dearie, what ur dad said to me, you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; my bakal suami (future hubby), insya Allah. *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's rewind to last week, our Hari Raya outing... Me and Dearie and my friends...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128963737249330882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Ry29WDibNsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sUykyfKvp28/s320/DSCN3054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Dearie, my friend took this picture for us. Lady boss and her driver. Hehe, just kidding love!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128964063666845394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Ry29pDibNtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QW6CCGB1vtQ/s320/DSCN3050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us at Kartini's house. Everyone met up here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128965472416118514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Ry2-7DibNvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rjnBFTEG7mY/s320/DSCN3052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next at Dearie's house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128965867553109762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Ry2_SDibNwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/h3es-74XAEc/s320/DSCN3053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At yours truly.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128966361474348818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Ry2_uzibNxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/w6mYUEks6Xg/s320/DSCN3057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fida's place... Hers was the last house so we took quite a lot pics there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128966932704999202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Ry3AQDibNyI/AAAAAAAAALE/BrB0GcfPs-4/s320/DSCN3059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dearie. Future hubby and wife, insya Allah... Pray for us yeah... :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/31879610-1096630746776736011?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1096630746776736011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1096630746776736011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/11/meeting.html' title='The meeting....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Ry29WDibNsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sUykyfKvp28/s72-c/DSCN3054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8160858872474161934</id><published>2007-10-21T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:05:42.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!! and scared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Dearie and received very happy news!!! Syukur....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said earlier in the day before we met, he had a long talk with his parents. Take note that even after being with him for 5 years, his parents don't totally accept me being with him, because he is not totally stable yet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But.... his dad opened up and his mum realized the truth, and so they accepted me!! During the period when my late mum was still in the hospital, Dearie's dad came to help make my late mum better. It's a long story... But at that time, my dad talked to Dearie's dad and told him of how he reali liked Dearie and wished that Dearie would in fact be a part of my family, be his son-in-law. And Dearie's dad said that insya-Allah, if me and Dearie are fated to be together, in 2 or 3 years time our time will come. Dearie's dad told Dearie and his mum about that conversation, and they knew that in fact my dad won't force Dearie to marry me so early if in fact we both are not ready financially. Dearie's dad told him that he liked me too and will give his blessings for us. And......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearie's parents invited me to their house!! That's the part that scares me... I mean, I remember clearly how they treated me the first time I was there alone, i.e.when Dearie wanted to introduce me for the first time. That was 4 years ago!! The year after that, during Hari Raya, I was scared to even step in the house, and I was practically shivering inside to &lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt; his mum. His dad noticed that and voiced that out earlier in the day just now too. That is why for the last 2 Hari Raya(s) I did not go visiting at dearie's place. Now, when the time comes to go to his place, I hope i can lose my fear. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope and pray that this time they truly accept and won't change their minds again. And that I hope to get a mother's love, from Dearie's mum. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here now are my pictures with Dearie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123772912830488482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxtMUTsHn6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qeddZREKlXs/s320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet!! Both me and Dearie loved this picture that both of us used this picture as wallpaper on our hp. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123773475471204274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxtM1DsHn7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/YqutxParjlQ/s320/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this picture too!!! The 2 pictures were taken yesterday before we went out for Hari Raya.. At my home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And today, we went to the career fair at Suntec. I am serious about getting a new job. Really can't stand the work at my place now. And might be, insya Allah, if i can afford it, I might take up a degree course in psychology with SIM. I realy wish to further my studies before getting married, so if I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; married, I can focus on my marriage life. Hehe.... Ok, that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-8160858872474161934?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8160858872474161934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8160858872474161934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-and-scared.html' title='Happy!! and scared...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxtMUTsHn6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qeddZREKlXs/s72-c/DSC00051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-37923738909422672</id><published>2007-10-15T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:22:30.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya 2007...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri 2oo7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although it is now the 3rd day of Syawal, it is not too late to wish all Muslims out there... :) Oh ya the reason I am blogging this morning is because I took leave today. Just to rest at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... How was my first Hari Raya without my mummy around? Just a simple one. Most of the cookies etc were bought, some relatives gave us, and on the Friday night itself, I made a simple choco cookie with the help of my younger sister while my elder sister did final cleaning of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our clothes? Easy, on the first week of fasting itself, we 3 sisters went to Geylang and bought our clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is really different when you don't have your mummy around anymore. You can feel the loneliness, and how quiet and sometimes cold, your home can be without a mother's presence, touch, and importantly, love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we go visiting on the first day, it was a happy and yet sad event. As my late mummy would have wanted it, we still go visiting, because life has to go on... Anyway, it is not like we forget about my late mummy. But it breaks my heart when at our relative's house, all my dad's siblings, cousins etc will hold on tight to him, hug him, to give him the strength and support after having lost his life companion to breast cancer. And my aunts and grandaunts will kiss me and my sisters... Reminding us to take care of my daddy, because now my daddy is getting very thin. He has not been getting enough sleep ever since my late mummy passed away. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did not take any pictures at our relatives' house on the first day, because I felt it wasn't right. But we did take some pictures for memory sake when we got home. But my daddy changed his outfit as soon as we reached home, so we did not take his pictures yet. Maybe this week, insya-Allah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121362748982665042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxK8STsHn1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/UapBqb1Zby4/s320/DSCN2961.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My sisters and me, the first picture that Daddy took for us... Our outfit is the same design only different colours. Daddy wore black on the first day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121363869969129314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxK9TjsHn2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/UHKukLSlZ18/s320/DSCN2962.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Second picture, a closer shot than the first picture. Yes we smile, but behind the smiles lies the sadness of missing our mummy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121364488444419954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxK93jsHn3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/lofV-XUxL78/s320/DSCN2966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My elder sister and me. At this point of time my younger sister had gone to change her outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121365785524543378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxK_DDsHn5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Nvls57sJZCk/s320/DSCN2965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flower girl 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121365124099579778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxK-cjsHn4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VebnFzzRb_0/s320/DSCN2963.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Flower girl 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Insya Allah this weekend we will be going to my aunt's house, and I will be meeting Dearie to go to our friend's house, so more pics will be coming up soon insya Allah. So that's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31879610-37923738909422672?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/37923738909422672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/37923738909422672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-2007.html' title='Hari Raya 2007...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RxK8STsHn1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/UapBqb1Zby4/s72-c/DSCN2961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-808437053081231597</id><published>2007-10-04T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:39:29.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, am on MC today. Yesterday went to work but around 215pm really cannot take the pain and told my principal. She let me off to see the doctor. Doctor gave me mc for yesterday and today. Having bad case of stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, as compared to years before, my fasting is weak. I get sick often this year. Dunno why. Maybe because its the first time going through fasting period without my mummy... Most of the expectations of the family are all put upon my shoulders... Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, need to take my medication now... My next update will only be during the Hari Raya period, so here, I wish all my friends and all Muslims out there, take care of ur fasting since its coming to a close this year, and selamat hari raya maaf zahir batin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie i'm missing you.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-808437053081231597?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/808437053081231597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/808437053081231597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/10/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6947611274742445839</id><published>2007-09-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:59:43.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>August has been a tiring month for me.... Preparing for KIC and Open House day at work... Ooooh soooo much work!! But Alhamdulillah, all over now... August is also a special month, me and Dearie's 5 years!! anniversary, on the 24th August. Happy.... Never thought of how time flies sooo fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, Dearie drove to Vivocity. He's getting to be a pretty good driver, and I'm getting to be a good guide in directions. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really am thinking of leaving my present workplace.... Although it would be sad to leave my children (Nursery), and other children who have formed the bonds with me (Playgroup and Toddlers), the workload n stress reali tires me.... n the principal. haiz.... anyone who knows any early childhood job vacancies plz tell me yeah... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gtg now... wanna talk to my Dearie online now.Toodles....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-6947611274742445839?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6947611274742445839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6947611274742445839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-101543122636102268</id><published>2007-08-01T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:53:41.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again... Its been 1 month yeah since I came by here. I'm on MC today. Not feeling well... I have not been well since few weeks back, but it was on and off. Now I am really sick, hence yesterday after work I went to the clinic. Thought of taking MC yesterday, but my class plus the K1 and K2 class had an excursion to the Singapore Zoological Garden yesterday. Thus my presence is much needed, because my children of the Nursery class will listen to me only. Heh.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first time I take MC since my mummy passed away. Feels weird to be at home, early in the morning, so lonely. If during the weekends at least my younger sister is home, so I don't feel the loneliness. Now my younger sis is at school, and although my daddy is home from working night shift yesterday, and my older sis is on MC too, it still feel weird and very lonely. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From August to September, for about 1month plus, Dearie is going for upgrading, he's taking a course about Shipping etc. The correct name for the course, beats me, I cant remember, and I'm too sick to think hard. I hope that once he successfully completes the course and get the certificate, he will get a pay rise. Insya Allah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, after work, Dearie came to visit me. He always visits me when ever possible if I'm sick. So sweet.... Thanks Dear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, gotta go zzzzzzzzzzzzz now. Must succumb to the medicine, drowzy.... Jus sharing wif ya all my latest pic wif Dearie.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093557548881049586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rq_zmpgQd_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_HGoogMNdXU/s320/Us!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was taken about 2 weeks ago... We were going to Takashimaya to do some shopping as Dearie had some gift vouchers he received from work. Dearie and I each bought a new wallet/purse! Hehe.... Oh, anyway, know what he was carrying in his bag in the picture? That is a laptop bag, and inside, is Dearie's brand new laptop! He needed it because his computer at home is giving problems always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093557153744058338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rq_zPpgQd-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/X1OkFTzOTJ8/s320/DSC02048.JPG" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture here was taken just this past Sunday, 29th of July. We were on the way back from Dearie's friend wedding. Dearie got to know this friend of his from camp. When he was undergoing reservist. Look at me, so pale.... Getting sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, toodles for now....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-101543122636102268?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/101543122636102268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/101543122636102268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/08/mc.html' title='MC'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rq_zmpgQd_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_HGoogMNdXU/s72-c/Us!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2088147917108166413</id><published>2007-07-01T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:50:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>At last, the 2 weeks of training in camp for Dearie is over. He came back on Friday night. Yesterday, me, my younger sister and dad went to a cousin's wedding, and after that, I met Dearie, and had dinner with him at Simpang Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082007743696598866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RobrHgTR91I/AAAAAAAAAI4/dLg_LCNHtNw/s320/DSCN2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Us at Simpang Bedok. As days go by, I look more and more drained out. More and more stressed. Syukur I have Dearie to cheer me up always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal, we headed to Century Square, and went to the M1 shop. Dearie was thinking of getting a new hp. In the end, he got the same hp as what I am using now. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go. Housework calls.... Till the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-2088147917108166413?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2088147917108166413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2088147917108166413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/07/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RobrHgTR91I/AAAAAAAAAI4/dLg_LCNHtNw/s72-c/DSCN2555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-9120513081827657974</id><published>2007-06-18T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:59:44.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>I'm missing my mummy.... And now is Dearie's first day in camp for his reservist... Hmmm... Tears... Missing Dearie too.... Hope will see him next Sunday.... On the 1st of July... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-9120513081827657974?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/9120513081827657974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/9120513081827657974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4743945273756443577</id><published>2007-06-10T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:05:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed-up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmmm.... nowadays I always have mind block... Before starting to type I have a rough idea of what to blog about, but once I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; start.... Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, to start with, let me apologise to my fren dear Azrin for not attending her wedding.... Because co-incidentally during the same weekend, my dad's younger brother is getting hitched himself. He is the last uncle to get married... My elder sister is always not around when it comes to our relative's wedding, I dunno why... And since my mum had passed away, I can't just let my dad go with my younger sister. My younger sister is closest to me. Correction: She is closest to my late mum. Next in line is me. That's the reason... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, yesterday was my shift to work... I finish at around 1pm. Dearie came to fetch me, and first we headed to the National Library as I needed to return some books. Next, lunch time, we didn't know where to head to. Ended up, Dearie took me to.... SOFRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074215360673274978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rms7_HbC3GI/AAAAAAAAAII/_iuEJQRs28k/s320/DSCN2466.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, the cup on the table... My first time dining at a Turkish restaurant... There wasn't much of a crowd though.... Me and Dearie were like the 3rd customers there as we saw it. Why did Dearie bring me there? The reason: In the new Malay drama "2 x 5 Dol", the male main character works at this place, hence Dearie thought it would be nice if we tried there. Hehehe... Dearie was so interested that he actually went to look online to see the website! Looking at the menu, we realised that most of the food's main ingredients are lamb, and eggplant. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well in the end Dearie ordered this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074216211076799602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rms8wnbC3HI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/of84_0seYMg/s320/DSCN2471.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOFRA something-something that the name really beats me... Hard to spell and even harder to pronounce... But it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; delicious.... Its chicken with mashed potatoes, mushroom and &lt;em&gt;cheese&lt;/em&gt;!! Love cheese.... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whereas I:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074216743652744322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rms9PnbC3II/AAAAAAAAAIY/EkomgfqBEFQ/s320/DSCN2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Chicken Baked Rice... Covered with cheese... ooooo so yummy! Our usual tradition, Dearie would give me a portion of his food to eat, and I would give Dearie twice the amount of my food to give Dearie... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... Anyways, today I'm just staying at home. The house needs to be cleaned up, and my late mum's youngest sister, my favourite aunt is coming over to cook and she's staying here tonight.... Yeah! Dearie even asked my aunt to make sure I learn from her! Hehe... Ya lah for future, if I ever get married, at least I know how to cook. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooh let's rewind... Dearie came to my house a while yesterday, and after a while my favourite aunt came... It's the same aunt who's coming over later. And soon after that, we went to Century Square to watch Shrek 3! Not bad, but I preferred the 2nd Shrek movie. 6 of us went, me and my sisters, my aunt, my youngest cousin, and Dearie! He joined us, oooh it was fun... But it would be better if my late mum was still around... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, gotta go now.... Will blog again if I have the time... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-4743945273756443577?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4743945273756443577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4743945273756443577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/mixed-up.html' title='Mixed-up....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rms7_HbC3GI/AAAAAAAAAII/_iuEJQRs28k/s72-c/DSCN2466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4438748237391581602</id><published>2007-06-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:44:56.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on....</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.... Been a long time.... And as what I always learnt, life goes on, no matter what... It is close to a month since my late mummy passed away.... We are learning to adapt... We're stronger now.... We're closer now... I mean my family, my daddy and my sisters and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The housework is shared among almost everyone... The responsibility of a mother is shared among us too, but its easy to see that my youngest sister is closest to me... That is why I find it hard to leave my sister behind, in case I need to go anywhere. I must make sure that somebody would be at home with her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what about Dearie? He is still with me.... Close as usual... Always supporting me... He just recently bought me 2 bags as belated birthday gifts. Both are from 'GUESS' brand. 1 for formal and 1 for casual. I was so in shock, coz I had never been a branded type of girl before, if u know wat i mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTs all for my update for now. Busy.... Missing my late mummy... tears....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-4438748237391581602?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4438748237391581602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4438748237391581602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1772837593990477999</id><published>2007-05-07T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:22:20.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone....</title><content type='html'>I've lost my mummy.... Yesterday, 6th May 2007 at 0705am, a day after my birthday.... Tears... Although you're gone, you are always in my heart, always my mummy... Dad and all your daughters will always love you.... Till we meet again.... Tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please take care of my mummy.... Mummy is a very nice person, to everyone.... Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-1772837593990477999?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1772837593990477999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1772837593990477999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/05/gone.html' title='Gone....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4096572547333502254</id><published>2007-04-29T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:57:26.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for you....</title><content type='html'>Just a short blog since I'm home. Very tired and having a bad headache coz hardly get good sleep since Monday. Mummy's in hospital. Very critical condition. She's in a &lt;em&gt;vegetable&lt;/em&gt; state. That's what the doctors are saying, that my mum's brain-dead or brain-damaged. From the ICU ward, the doctors transferred my mummy to a normal ward, saying that because she doesn't need to be on the life support system any longer, i.e. she's breathing on her own. But what I'm pissed is that the doctor said that we just have to wait for the day till my mummy pass away.... I was like *******!!! As a doctor, I felt that you should have been more supportive, or at least talk with kinder words etc. Tears.... &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; are not our God. Our lives are in the hands of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mummy, don't worry.... Although you can't say anything to us, your daughters, our father, aunts and uncles all believe that there's still a chance, as long as we keep on praying for you. Please get well soon, you have 3 lovely and loving daughters, and a very caring husband, who's waiting for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie, thanks for supporting me... Thanks for driving me and my younger sister home last night, as my dad and elder sister stayed thru the night there.... I'm sorry if I not cheerful or can't take jokes as usual. I know you understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, family, colleagues who are constantly praying for my mummy, thanks very much, and please do keep praying for her, every little thing helps.... Tears....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-4096572547333502254?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4096572547333502254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4096572547333502254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/04/praying-for-you.html' title='Praying for you....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1149286982416457853</id><published>2007-04-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:34:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kinda bad.... My fren had invited me to go on a girls' day out today, but I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; busy preparing materials etc for my lesson. What more, for these 2 weeks I am needed to help teach at the Playgroup class as well. I kinda feel that perhaps my frens are kinda pissed at me. But I'm so sorry.... I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; busy, that I even asked Dearie to come my house and help me!! Almost every week even. I only went out around 6pm this evening with my family when Dearie left home. Went to the interchange with my mum, sisters, aunt and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056257796105680866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RitvrSWtt-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/GBe2YFbznTo/s320/DSCN2425.JPG" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All squeeze at the back!! Don't be deceived by my smile. I was &lt;em&gt;dead tired&lt;/em&gt;. Look at my eyes... Dearie said I'm getting thinner and thinner. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056258315796723698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RitwJiWtt_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-qOVosTD_-I/s320/DSCN2437.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and my younger (&amp; youngest) sister. She &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; talking on the phone. Sempat posing! Oh we were at LJS for our dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as for me and Dearie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056258960041818114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RitwvCWtuAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UeNg9ID7lxA/s320/DSC02023.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken at my house while waiting for the rest to get ready to go out. We were just killing time, so we took quite a lot of pics. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056259707366127634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RitxaiWtuBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tXS8HXyNz1s/s320/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite picture of us for the moment! Hehe.... Thanks dear for helping me.... :) Missing ya.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-1149286982416457853?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1149286982416457853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1149286982416457853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='............'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RitvrSWtt-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/GBe2YFbznTo/s72-c/DSCN2425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7310881353383813773</id><published>2007-04-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:44:27.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring but amusing</title><content type='html'>These past weeks since late March has been &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; tiring. My centre has got HFMD, quite a lot of the children has contracted it. There came a point in time where out of 18 children in my class, only a pathetic 7 turned up. Most of them were being 'kept' at home until the 'plague' ends. Haha... So, imagine, from the last week in March up to now, I have been doing overtime &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt;. Around half hour to an hour in the morning, and around the same time in the evening, depending on whether my shift is the earlier shift or later shift. I'm really drained now.... But now in my class there's new children. &lt;em&gt;Twins, &lt;/em&gt;in fact. Malay boys. Real cute. Today, they were fighting, over.... my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; Malay girl in class. Haha... So cute... I told the twins' mum, and it got her worried... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh... I'm really drained... Better zzzz now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-7310881353383813773?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7310881353383813773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7310881353383813773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/04/tiring-but-amusing.html' title='Tiring but amusing'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3398233558220875681</id><published>2007-04-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:15:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff retreat....</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm back!! Long time no blog.... So what have I been up to?? Hmmm, well, on Thursday and Friday, I wasn't in S'pore. Went to NTUC Childcare annual staff retreat. Remember, last year, it was in September, and we went to Malacca. This year, it was held earlier, and we went to Pulai Springs Resort in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the journey from S'pore to the destination was not too long, around 1 hour drive only, the management decided that &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the staff etc who are going/involved meet up at 930 at Newton Circus Hawker Centre. I took advantage of the fact since we didn't have to go so early like last year, I asked Dearie if he would like to have breakfast with me first at McDonald's at Tampines Mart. He agreed, and so we did. &lt;em&gt;(smiles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 7am we met up, and had breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053283774803236578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDe0dpkVuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K4YMhm7SQAk/s320/DSCN2402.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;First pic of the day with Dearie.... In my heart, I was sad to leave my family and Dearie, but thankfully the trip was only for 2 days! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053284157055325938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDfKtpkVvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1G42f36K-M4/s320/DSCN2405.JPG" width="156" border="0" /&gt;Yet another pic with my Dearie... Look at our sleepy faces! Hehe...This was taken before we made our moves. Around 8am, we made our moves, and shared a cab, me to Kembangan MRT and Dearie to work. My heart broked when I said goodbye to Dearie. :(  *My colleagues were saying, 'So romantic, boyfriend send to MRT!* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the coach, I looked at the picture, was showing my colleague/friend my Dearie's picture. And in my heart, I felt how terribly I missed him. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053284839955126018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDfydpkVwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/96Vn6DZZSMk/s320/DSCN2407.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;At our first stop!! Lunch at Apollo restaurant. Hmmm, well, it was stated in the given schedule that it was at a restaurant, but it turned out that it was a sports hall turned into a dining hall. Haha.... Quite stuffy there.... Our principal had went to the resort 1 day earlier.... 3 of our staff could not make it for the staff retreat. Hence, there was only 9 of us, 10 if we included our principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053285892222113554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDgvtpkVxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iApooiRIlks/s320/DSCN2408.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;Here we are at the resort!! I took this picture just for memory's sake. Hehehe... My group was among the last people to go up to our rooms. Hey, there was 600++ of us there!! All the elevators were cramped. Wanted to walk up the stairs, but with our luggage, and what with our room being at the top floor (4th floor), &lt;em&gt;no thanks!&lt;/em&gt; Rather wait for the elevator.... (If the picture's not straight, its because people kept on pushing and pushing, wanting to rush into the elevator)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At our rooms, we just slacked. Whoops, let's rewind a bit. After lunch, we went shopping, but due to time constraints, we only had around 1 hour to shop! So boring! Haha... And it was raining soooo heavily when it was time to make our way to the resort. That's why in our room, we just slacked, ate our junk food which we bought at the mall, and watched tv. And soon, it was time to get ready for the dinner, 'Vivo Latino' was the theme. Haha.... And look!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053287069043152674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDh0NpkVyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_N78usR9vYQ/s320/DSCN2409.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;Not bad eh! Hehe.... This is Teacher Gayah.... Not her real name anyway... She's closest to me, although she's much older than me. More than 10 years older, but we can talk easily... Our principal told us about the theme the day before we were leaving, so &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of us had no time to search clothes that can actually suit the theme, but who cares? I don't care! Hehe... For what I know sone of them will just wear jeans etc, and I was right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053289255181506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDjzdpkVzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/x6GavXZ2h8g/s320/DSCN2410.JPG" width="171" border="0" /&gt; Teacher Dzakiah, who co-incidentally knows my mum. Because she used to send her children to Al-Amin Kindergarten few years back, and my mum used to send my 'brother', a little boy she used to take care of, to the same kindergarten. Small world eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053290011095750466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDkfdpkV0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4NFpjyrJID0/s320/DSCN2413.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ta-daa!! Hehe... Its &lt;em&gt;yours truly....&lt;/em&gt; Just my simple get-up. For me, there's no point buying something that would end up only in the closet for the rest of the time, or something that I would end up wearing only once. Anyway, notice the junk food on the table? Hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Teacher Gayah, Teacher Dzakiah, one of the aunts (centre attendant) and me are room-mates. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053292274543515474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDmjNpkV1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/fkoIku5FzY0/s320/DSCN2414.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang (minus principal). Notice how I'm standing between 2 teachers who are wearing about similar clothings. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053294031185139554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDoJdpkV2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/KaCPpYSFX2Y/s320/DSCN2416.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;Now, at breakfast the next morning (going home soon!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053295216596113266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDpOdpkV3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/0eVy_tfP7og/s320/DSCN2417.JPG" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Picture at breakfast no. 2. The rest of my colleagues were seated at the table behind us. Oh thats's Aunty Judy behind me and Teacher Dzakiah! My other room-mate... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053296174373820290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDqGNpkV4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IY_22A8ZAqA/s320/DSCN2421.JPG" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                Nice scenery yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053297299655251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDrHtpkV5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wPimUuYSrDs/s320/DSCN2422.JPG" width="239" border="0" /&gt;We were at the carpark, awaiting the morning exercise to start. Hehehe.... After that, the events got a little dull, with lotsa negative things coming out from my principal's mouth. Which I don't want to write here. Don't wanna spoil my mood now that I'm back home... 1 thing on my mind at that point of time in the picture was that, &lt;em&gt;I can't wait to go home!!&lt;/em&gt; Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy to be back home with my family, happy to see Dearie again just now.... :) All right, goodnight now. Still a bit tired.... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3398233558220875681?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3398233558220875681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3398233558220875681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/04/staff-retreat.html' title='Staff retreat....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RiDe0dpkVuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K4YMhm7SQAk/s72-c/DSCN2402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1877858849111017459</id><published>2007-04-03T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T09:18:17.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving and loved</title><content type='html'>Been sick since saturday, and on mc for 2 days, yesterday and today. Cos I was really sick, I missed attending my friends' engagement and wedding during the weekends. Hmmmph....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, what luck.... Dearie thought of visiting me on that Saturday after zohor, but he has gotten activated. Some ns/reservist ting. So due to that, I missed seeing him that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday, I thought I was better and could attend my friend's wedding. But around 11+, I felt all my energy drained away. My temperature, up. So feverish. I delayed taking my bath and lied down. I fell asleep on the sofa. Then at around 1pm, Dearie came!! Oh gosh, I had not even taken my bath. Haha. But Dearie, being the oh-so-sensitive guy that he is, did not make any remarks or comments regarding my messy/unfresh state. At that time, my younger sister had just on 'Little Man' DVD, so Dearie just simply sat with her and watched the show, while he took a cushion for me, placed it on his lap, and made me lie down there to sleep. Haha.... I was shivering, so he went to take my blanket, and found me socks for me to put on. I felt so pampered. And all the while when he was watching the show and I was 'sleeping', I could feel him playing with my hair and feeling my forehead, to check if my temperature is maintaining or going up. And every few minutes, he would make sure I drank plain water, especially if I was coughing. That was when he asked me, 'Girl you still wanna go out? You look so pale, and you are very weak, later you get more tired.' I was too sick to even think that I simply passed him my hp which was in my pocket and asked him to sms my fren. So ended up, we did not attend the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, after Dearie finished work, he took a cab back to Tampines, just to buy for me porridge for me to eat. I was so touched. Thanks Dearie for everything! Love ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get more snooze now... The cough med doctor gave makes me real drowsy.... ZZZZZzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-1877858849111017459?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1877858849111017459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1877858849111017459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/04/loving-and-loved.html' title='Loving and loved'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-6620982446613411908</id><published>2007-03-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:01:27.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super bz me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yup!! It's been a really, really long time, and I mean, &lt;em&gt;really, really long&lt;/em&gt; time, since I updated. About 3 weeks ago actually. Haha.... Been really busy lah.... Now busy, setting up classroom for Term 2. Been busy updating new templates for our lesson plans etc too.... Many many work. Haiz.... Hardly get to meet my Dearie.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been coming back late on and off lately. First, somewhere about 3 weeks ago, oh yes the day after my last update! On the 5th and 6th, we had our Parents' Orientation Day, which of course, was held in the evening from 7pm since it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a childcare and most parents come to fetch their children after 6 anyway. On both those days, I only reached home around 10pm. Then last week, my centre had a guest speaker come in to give parents a talk. It started at 7pm too, and I reached home around 10pm. Again. Haiz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, same thing. Yet &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; talk for parents.... Imagine, my shift starts at 730am!! tomorrow!! Super long day.... I expect to be at my centre for more than 12 hours tomorrow. *sighs*....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what.... My principal told me that &lt;em&gt;next Friday&lt;/em&gt; she wants me to go with her to another centre, where she will be the speaker for a talk. She wants me to help her in doing the powerpoint presentation etc. Haiz.... Well, it figures... In my centre, &lt;em&gt;everybody &lt;/em&gt;asks for my help when it comes to pc stuff. Haha... I suppose its because I'm the youngest staff there, and the only one who's still single... So everyday after work, even if I'm home, I'm &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; doing work. Typing this and that for my colleagues, doing tables, etc. But tonight, I'm slacking! *evil power of laziness has taken over* . HAHA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044732701783335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RgJ9qgSXobI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oUualbTTpNo/s320/DSC01969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my Dearie sooo much. :( This was my latest picture with him, on 11th March. Imagine how long ago??!!! Sads.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-6620982446613411908?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6620982446613411908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/6620982446613411908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-bz-me.html' title='Super bz me....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RgJ9qgSXobI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oUualbTTpNo/s72-c/DSC01969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-4760396754021682719</id><published>2007-03-04T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:00:21.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmmm, please do not be deceived... Hehehe.... Just heard good news from Dearie... &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; dad brought up the topic... Insya Allah, in 2 years time, our engagement will be on the way. Do pray for us yeah.... :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anywayz, there are quite a few things to blog about tonight. First of all, the &lt;em&gt;International Women's Day Seminar &lt;/em&gt;which I attended yesterday. I've learnt quite a lot of useful information yesterday, which I'd share with you here on my blog some other time. But get this, I shook hands with a MP, Mdm Halimah Yacob!! Hoho!! I was so shocked at even the sight of her standing right in front of me while she talked to my principal, what more when she shook hands with me!! Hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today, I went out with 2 of my favourite people in my life.... First of all, of course Dearie!! Next is my primary school friend... Yes!! At last, at &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; last, we met. First me and Dearie met her at Century Square for our lunch, she was from teaching tuition at Simei. After eating, we were like blanked out, didn't know where to go. Ended up, the 3 of us went for a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038081354078754178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RercTHNiFYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EQC9RK-dF4s/s320/3323460043.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;Geesh I can't find the picture, this will do... Yupz, we watched the movie &lt;em&gt;Pursuit of Happyness.&lt;/em&gt; Not a bad movie.... A bit slow-paced, but very inspirational to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went to Best Denki, Dearie bought a cordless phone as his phone at home can't be used anymore. Next we hang out at Starbucks.... There, I realised that my fren and Dearie have quite a few things in common. First, both are soccer fanatics, supporting the same team (Manchester United), and when reading newspapers, both read backwards, what I mean is they read from the last page. Haha... Me?? I can &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; understand the soccer game, and I &lt;em&gt;seldom/hardly &lt;/em&gt;read newspapers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038082788597831058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RerdmnNiFZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bByQL4pyELI/s320/DSCN2276.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's me and Norlin... Dearie took the picture for us. Thanks love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038083256749266338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RereB3NiFaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KzftKtGmzA8/s320/DSCN2277.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;That's me and Dearie!! Norlin took the picture for us... Thanks my dearest old fren!! (in terms of how long I've known you lah), not about age! Hehehe.... :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, guess I better go sleep now. Tired to the core.... Nitez everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/31879610-4760396754021682719?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4760396754021682719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/4760396754021682719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/03/engagement.html' title='Engagement'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RercTHNiFYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EQC9RK-dF4s/s72-c/3323460043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3429418002688979594</id><published>2007-03-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:49:37.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black out, blank out....</title><content type='html'>It was an experience.... Today was the first time I encountered it. At around 415pm, suddenly, my whole centre was in darkness. The heavy rain and dark skies contributed to the dark environment as well. There was a power failure. Thank goodness somehow there was like some kinda back-up spotlight that turned on if such situations occur. Haha, strange I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happened, I was changing 2 children from the Playgroup classroom. Very spontaneously, when the lights all went off, all the fans went off, etc, screams were heard. Some cries too. Especially from the younger children. The power failure lasted for about 30-40 minutes. Throughout the period, heavy rain and thunder still continued on. During that moment, I can see the children's many responses. I was at the Playgroup classroom, helping out, because we were short-handed. Few of the boys were very excited at the situation, and they were like laughing happily, running around the classroom. And a few of them, especially this 1 boy, he clung on to me, never letting go. He practically &lt;em&gt;buried&lt;/em&gt; his face against my chest, near my armpits!! Haha... I sat in that position, holding on tight to that little child, for 20 minutes at the least. Boy, do my legs feel cramped after that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, initially, I &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;have a date with my primary school friend. I have not met her for like nearly 2 years. We were always planning to meet but somehow, something always hinder us. But, as I've mentioned, there's always things that hinder our meeting. For tomorrow, me and 1 of my colleague have to go attend &lt;em&gt;International Women's Day Seminar&lt;/em&gt; at NTUC Centre at One Marina Boulevard. Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, Dearie's getting engaged. :(   Hey! No, his cousin getting engaged. So no chance of meeting him either. He now always refuse to meet me. Sadz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, gotta get sleep now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3429418002688979594?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3429418002688979594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3429418002688979594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/03/black-out-blank-out.html' title='Black out, blank out....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1874411838567045768</id><published>2007-02-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:37:51.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess.....</title><content type='html'>My mind's a mess. Dunno y. Soooo many thoughts are up here in my head, all jumbled up. My relationship.... We're happy, yes... It's been 4 years and 6 months. Alhamdulillah.... But to take the next step, i.e. engagement and marriage, we have issues.... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I realized, the main issue is $$$$. Everything revolves around money. Dollars and cents. If we live in a world where money can be printed out easily, then perhaps my mind won't be in this state now. Soooo, what's the deal right now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;, my dream to get engaged maybe next yr. But I came back to reality, I'm not prepared. Hard to swallow, but true. So it'll be like another 3 years ++. Well.... I dunno. I seriously dunno. *all blank now in head*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of u might think y must I be in this state if I cant get engaged next year etc? Well, the reason.... I dunno too. I guess its just that I dreamt of it often. So it kinda built a hope for me, if u know wat i mean. But ya, the dream will be &lt;em&gt;postponed&lt;/em&gt; till dunno when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon. Time to cool down. **&amp;amp;*(())&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-1874411838567045768?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1874411838567045768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1874411838567045768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/02/mess.html' title='Mess.....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8383286620694363843</id><published>2007-02-19T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T07:52:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rdjkp_PyIII/AAAAAAAAAFI/b0vAJ2tGUtc/s1600-h/2695852179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033023993589932162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rdjkp_PyIII/AAAAAAAAAFI/b0vAJ2tGUtc/s320/2695852179.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yup.... That was the movie me and Dearie watched last night.... Not a bad show.... although I'd still prefer my fave, &lt;em&gt;Spiderman. &lt;/em&gt;Haha!! But the effects are still cool though.... Initially, I didn't even know Marvel comics have such a superhero.... Hmmm, can he be labelled as a superhero? *ponders*..... Oh well, never mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess while watching the show, I was quite afraid... Coz Dearie said I was quite shaking when I saw the 'ghosts'. Yeah, that's me. This type of things creep me out. Very, very weak me. Haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess thats why I still prefer my &lt;em&gt;Spiderman&lt;/em&gt;! Which is coming out on May 3rd! So I guess the Spiderman movie date will be my b-day celebration/gift, my b-day is on May 5th.... Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Gotta go now.... &lt;em&gt;Nature calls!&lt;/em&gt; Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-8383286620694363843?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8383286620694363843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8383286620694363843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/02/ghost-rider.html' title='Ghost Rider'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rdjkp_PyIII/AAAAAAAAAFI/b0vAJ2tGUtc/s72-c/2695852179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3685781224881755292</id><published>2007-02-18T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:21:37.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I'm getting addicted.... to this song. So mushy seh!! Hehe... But seriously, its a very nice song.... This for you Dearie.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always said I would know where to find love&lt;br /&gt;Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough&lt;br /&gt;But some times I just felt I could give up&lt;br /&gt;But you came and you changed my whole world now&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhere I've never been before&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my head, it's so clear now&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand you've got nothing to fear now&lt;br /&gt;I was lost and you've rescued me some how&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm in love you complete me&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been here before&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of what I have, and this chance I nearly lost&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but break down, and cry&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH DEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3685781224881755292?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3685781224881755292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3685781224881755292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-song.html' title='Love song....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-8208790830208062725</id><published>2007-02-04T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:54:55.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay!!! Now... Its the time to share my outing with Dearie just now to Sentosa! Its gonna be quite a simple summary ah. Hehehe. But, before I begin about the trip itself, just wanna share something, about our attires today. First of all, look at.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXdChqx86I/AAAAAAAAADw/-3DU2rM8Vq4/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027667594496308130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXdChqx86I/AAAAAAAAADw/-3DU2rM8Vq4/s320/DSC01925.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me!!! Heheh.... Dearie said I was soooo like &lt;em&gt;rugged??&lt;/em&gt; today... I not sure of the spelling. Sorry... I was all blue, except for my scarf and bag. Oh, and my inner shirt was red actually... This picture was taken when waiting for the bus to go back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXc-hqx85I/AAAAAAAAADo/A0yRyC7c4LU/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027667525776831378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="356" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXc-hqx85I/AAAAAAAAADo/A0yRyC7c4LU/s320/DSC01924.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now... Look at Dearie!! In the 4 years plus that I've been with Dearie, this is the first time... Yes! The first time, that Dearie actually wear 3 quarters pants when going out. Hehehe.... Quite exciting actually to see that.... This is also taken when going back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we shall rewind and start from the beginning of the day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Dearie at 8am today, and off we went, all excited and eager to have a splendid and joyful day together... Dearie brought few pieces of bread for our breakfast, which we ate in the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXc6Bqx84I/AAAAAAAAADg/cRRlXcrWYC8/s1600-h/DSCN2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027667448467420034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXc6Bqx84I/AAAAAAAAADg/cRRlXcrWYC8/s320/DSCN2191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us in the bus... Because it was such a loooong journey there, we sat right at the back. Boy, was it cold in the bus... Luckily I had on the denim outer layer, so I wasn't feeling as cold as Dearie was. Hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We alighted at Vivo City and took the new Monorail, the Sentosa Express. It was just ok-ok... Just like LRT system on mainland S'pore..... But ya it only had 3 stops for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcyRqx83I/AAAAAAAAADY/NALXnzXSPPo/s1600-h/DSCN2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027667315323433842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcyRqx83I/AAAAAAAAADY/NALXnzXSPPo/s320/DSCN2194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then took the tram. See the 2 &lt;em&gt;aunties&lt;/em&gt; there at the back?? In the new monorail, we sat next to them. And now, they sat behind us, and then, co-incidentally, they also alighted at the same stop as us. Heheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcfhqx82I/AAAAAAAAADQ/RKEP_b7dcP8/s1600-h/DSCN2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666993200886626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcfhqx82I/AAAAAAAAADQ/RKEP_b7dcP8/s320/DSCN2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooohhhh... The SKYRIDE!!! Scary for me... At first I was like shivering... I kept on looking back to see how high we were... I might be smiling but my heart was like&lt;em&gt; dup-dup-dup!! &lt;/em&gt;Hehehe... I was soooo scared that Dearie kept saying to me, &lt;em&gt;"It's ok girl I beside you..." &lt;/em&gt;and Dearie held onto my hand all the way... I got a bit dizzy too after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666885826704210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcZRqx81I/AAAAAAAAADI/tzXzo5D3JGo/s320/DSCN2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hoho!! Look at me!!! After the SKYRIDE, we went onto the LUGE... I could not put on the helmet properly because of my ponytail inside my scarf. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcRBqx80I/AAAAAAAAADA/tNylBxTw3Ss/s1600-h/DSCN2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666744092783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcRBqx80I/AAAAAAAAADA/tNylBxTw3Ss/s320/DSCN2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehehehehe!!! Look at Dearie!!! Maybe thats how he'd look like if he has a motorcycle and has a helmet on. Hehehe.... &lt;em&gt;(imagines)&lt;/em&gt;. Heheh... Dearie was oh so eager to go on &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; ride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcLRqx8zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9z-usR4m2Ds/s1600-h/DSCN2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666645308535602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcLRqx8zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9z-usR4m2Ds/s320/DSCN2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's us!! I was initially a bit nervous, because I was scared I'd crashed or something!! But after a few minutes, I got the hang of it, and I enjoyed myself!! Wanna go on it again next time... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcEhqx8yI/AAAAAAAAACw/X9fPTcdDLdA/s1600-h/DSCN2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666529344418594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXcEhqx8yI/AAAAAAAAACw/X9fPTcdDLdA/s320/DSCN2201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so, after tiring ourselves at the ride, we just sat at the beach to relax. It was sooo hot there, you can tell by looking at my face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXb6Rqx8xI/AAAAAAAAACo/CuIOoIJJvIw/s1600-h/DSCN2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666353250759442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXb6Rqx8xI/AAAAAAAAACo/CuIOoIJJvIw/s320/DSCN2202.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice Dearie's &lt;em&gt;'fren' &lt;/em&gt;at the back?? Hehehe... Just kidding!! It was nice relaxing there, looking at the small children there playing sand and in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXbxhqx8wI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rewl4KrOxsI/s1600-h/DSCN2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666202926904066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXbxhqx8wI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rewl4KrOxsI/s320/DSCN2206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture, a nice Japanese tourist helped snapped it for us. At first, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; wanted us to help take his photo with his son, and then, &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; asked &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; to take for us. Hehee... Nice... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666026833244914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXbnRqx8vI/AAAAAAAAACY/VAjmr2J1REQ/s320/DSCN2210.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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;p&gt;Before going back.... Hmmm, let me re-phrase. At my staircase, posing for 1 last pic for the day... Hard to go our separate ways. Hehehe... Tired?? I think not!! Hehehe.... I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Dearie's pose in this picture. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooooh how can I forget??? Before going back, back at Vivo City again, we went shopping! I was looking for shoes, and needed to buy a new mouse. I got a nice pair of shoes from URS.inc and Dearie bought sandals from Bata.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Dearie for the nice date... At least we share the price for the outing.... Now, waiting for the outing with your cousins which they are planning. Cant wait!! But shy lah me... Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok lah, thats all for now. Til the next entry.... Toodles.... Happy, happy, happy.... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-8208790830208062725?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8208790830208062725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/8208790830208062725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/02/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!!!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXdChqx86I/AAAAAAAAADw/-3DU2rM8Vq4/s72-c/DSC01925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-7827454996877258456</id><published>2007-02-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:21:21.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book hunt....</title><content type='html'>Well.... I was getting bored of my template. So i hunted around, surfed around, and ta-daa...!! Hehehe... Dearie loved it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Dearie today around noon. First of all, we went to his old workplace, Dearie needed to give his manager some leave forms. After that we headed to library, we were on a book hunt. Me, for Microsoft Excel, and Dearie, for Microsoft Access. Hehehe... Both of us need to do some revision on these programs for our work purposes. For me, in case if I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; become the next CO. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, tomorrow, me and Dearie are going to Sentosa!!! Yay!! Happy, happy, happy.... We always go to Sentosa every year without fail. This time, we plan to try those things that we never tried before, for example the skyride etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.... Remember the gift I mentioned before, the gift that Dearie bought for me? Well.... It is a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027323915508249266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcSkdxqx8rI/AAAAAAAAABw/h5IsMPBLSSw/s320/DSC01915.JPG" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch!! Yes... A brand new watch for me. What's the reason Dearie bought this lovely watch for me? Well.... initially I &lt;em&gt;misplaced&lt;/em&gt; my old watch. Been hunting around but to no avail... So I thought that I might just get a new watch. I wanted to get something cheap but Dearie said might as well get a more expensive one so that will have bette quality. My old watch is getting spoilt, the screw/latch is getting loose. So we went hunting a few days back, and saw this. Casio watch, $98. I liked it very much, but didn't want it because of the price. Remember I'm on a tight financial spot &lt;em&gt;(always)&lt;/em&gt;. Dearie said he'd pay for me first. I said ok because I had thought of paying Dearie back when I have the money. But then, Dearie said that I don't have to pay him back. &lt;em&gt;(blushes). &lt;/em&gt;so the shy me. Hehehe... Thanks again love. Tomorrow the outing I'll pay for you yeah.... Thats the least I can do... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027326505373528770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcSm0hqx8sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-E2WmaMtyps/s320/DSC01921.JPG" width="156" border="0" /&gt;I'm contented.... Happy with what I have, although its not much. My philosophy, money matters, but money isn't everything. Just because you have lotsa money or have someone who is super rich doesn't make you the happiest person in the world. And just because you have money problems, doesn't make you deprived of happiness. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love my family, love my Dearie, love my frens.... :)&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/31879610-7827454996877258456?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7827454996877258456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/7827454996877258456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/02/book-hunt.html' title='Book hunt....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcSkdxqx8rI/AAAAAAAAABw/h5IsMPBLSSw/s72-c/DSC01915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-1218055776520507911</id><published>2007-02-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:55:52.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies' nite out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life at work has been really stressing, not only for me, but for &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;my colleagues... So, what were me and my closest frens at work up to... To de-stress ourselves...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027692230428718002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXzchqx87I/AAAAAAAAAEw/L69j4q0vbp8/s320/DSCN2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ta-daa!! Hehehe... Go and dig in at Swensen's!! Well, a colleague of mine, who is like a big sister to me, treated us. Thanks again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027692363572704194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXzkRqx88I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eO20JD0zuOw/s320/DSCN2187.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The trio!! Actually there should be 4 of us, but she had mumps!! Hope you get well soon yeah Jess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a fun time gossiping etc. N gosh, me and Aisya had a really fun nice time, waiting for 1 hour for a cab to go back!! Heheh.... We &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; go out again ya ladies, this time Jessica will not be MIA... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearie bought for me a gift... Wanna know what it is?? Read my next entry yeah!! Hehehe... Toodles... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-1218055776520507911?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1218055776520507911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/1218055776520507911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/02/ladies-nite-out.html' title='Ladies&apos; nite out....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RcXzchqx87I/AAAAAAAAAEw/L69j4q0vbp8/s72-c/DSCN2188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-689314196885107723</id><published>2007-01-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:23:45.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So.... what's the outcome of what happened between me and Dearie.....? Well.... Yesterday, we're still quite cold to each other. Dearie said to me that yesterday after the engagement Dearie might meet me, but &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; told him that &lt;strong&gt;I didn't wanna&lt;/strong&gt; meet him. It was because I was still hurting over the 'shut up' thing, and I wasn't ready to meet him at that point of time. I must say, that was the first time in my 4yrs+ relationship with Dearie that I actually refused to meet him. Hoho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so... last night had a chat with him, online. We are not like most couples who talk on the phone etc. We just don't like that. Strange, huh...? Well, yeah, anyways, we chatted, and decided to meet today, and so we did, after my training/briefing, and after Dearie finished his work. We met up at City Hall MRT and headed to Funan, where we went to eat at Taco Bell/KFC/Pizza Hut. I missed Taco Bell food, so I ate that, and Dearie had KFC. (He's a chicken-fanatic!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulilah all settled now. Thank God. But what is making me worry now is that... Hmmm, I think I mentioned in my previous posts that I doing double class teaching?? Well now, I might just do 1 class teaching, but starting next week, I'll be the CO (clerical officer) as well! Haiz... My workload... Oh God... Wonder how I can cope later... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025457505973784402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rb4C-cVjT1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/HV7iZOd1ds4/s320/DSC01914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest picture taken with Dearie. Just now in the feeder service bus on the way home. Gosh look at me!! My eyebags... Haiz... Love ya Dear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-689314196885107723?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/689314196885107723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/689314196885107723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/Rb4C-cVjT1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/HV7iZOd1ds4/s72-c/DSC01914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2516130710836220916</id><published>2007-01-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:18:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed. :(</title><content type='html'>Many things has got me down lately. First of all is at work. Its bad n tiring enough that I'm doing double teaching, and now my principal is asking me to do office work as well. (%^^%$++)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my darling, he's changing. :( He's supposed to meet me today, going to the lib together n i need to get a new watch. The plan was to meet in the afternoon around 4pm. But now... he's asking me to shut up. He's NEVER said tt to me before. :(  He said he went to his cousin's house, n his mum lost her bag in the cab. But still, he doesn't have to ask me to shut up right? :( sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is always like this. Up and up, and then instantly it comes crashing down again. Ever since he started his new work, he's changed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, pls give me strength to overcome this. Whatever happens, I redha, I'll accept. Tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-2516130710836220916?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2516130710836220916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2516130710836220916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/01/depressed.html' title='Depressed. :('/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-2607116788766855000</id><published>2007-01-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:08:54.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, tonight is story time!! Why? The reason is because today is Dearie's first day of his new work. I met Dearie a while just now, syukur Alhamdulillah we stay so close to each other! Hehe.. Dearie now has to wear smart as compared to when he was working at DHL where he was required to be in uniform. Today, a new chapter in our lives (oh ok, Dearie's life mainly!) has began. Reflecting upon this, I realised that our lives is like a storybook, many chapters, many concepts, many beginnings... Well I'm sure you get my drift yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just recalling back the sweet memories etc that I share with Dearie, and I'd like to share it with my frens. Hmmm, when did it all begin....? Well, I remember clearly that I'd first got to know my darling in 2001, in October, when it was the exam period. We exchanged numbers, but for a few months, that was it. We just simply sms-ed each other on some occasions. I had another boyfriend then, who was a real jerk. Then, sometime in February 2002, my then-boyfriend and I broke up. But I was too stupid and hung up on him, then I actually 'suffered' and was like, depressed for how many months. But it was during that period that I changed, I started to wear scarf, prayed more, and started to learn how to read Al-Qur'an. Then I felt more at ease and calm. And somehow, soon after that, the guy named Fandi, who is now my darling, and my future fiance/husband, Insya Allah, started to sms me more often. Dearie was a member of the Kampung Alkaff Mosque Youth Organisation, and he wanted to ask me if I was interested to help out in teaching tuition there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, that was when we first officially met after meeting for the first time in 2001 (know what I mean?). At the mosque. I asked a fren of mine to accompany me, as she stayed very near to the mosque. Hmmm, let me fast forward a bit lah. At the mosque, Dearie and I had a little conversation (both felt shy lah, hehehe). But then, when the session was over, Dearie had to stay back a while for a short meeting, and so me and my fren rushed off. We felt shy there lah since our first time there. But then, suddenly, i got a sms from him, asking me to wait at the bus stop. Then my fren was like giving me a teasing smile, and there my heart was like beating so fast. I mean, I can be quite tensed up if with people I not familiar with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward.... Dearie took the same bus as me to go home. I can only take 21 as it will drop me off in front of my block with the shortest walking distance. I had thought that my darling would be taking number 8 as that was nearer for him. In the bus, he sat beside me. My heart was beating like so fast, but yet I felt so at ease and comfortable with him. And then he actually walked me to my block as well. I remember well, I sms-ed Dearie, 'Thanks for sending me to my block', and Dearie replied, 'It's my pleasure. I wanted to talk more to you'. Hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, for 3 consecutive days, we met! Hehehe... Its like we can't get enough of each other, so many things to talk about. I remembered the first 'date' we met at Bedok, went to the library, then ate KFC together. The next day, he asked me to go with him to TP for a exhibition or something like that. The next day, I had to go to Labrador Park to collect some leaves for my FYP, for my poly project. He actually volunteered to accompany me, and the journey was like soooo far!! At that point of time, I was aware that my feelings are changing, but I did not dare think too far ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooh, there was 1 night, we sms-ed each other. Then he asked if I missed him. *shy* I replied a short 'yes'. Dearie actually replied back, 'I miss you too. Now my heart is beating so fast, it's filled with love for you.' I was soooo happy. Then we decided to go out on a real date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from that moment on, we got together. Dearie never even asked me &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; question, you know, 'do you wanna be my gal' etc. We just felt it was right for us to be together. But of course, couples have ups and downs. We do quarrel, but Alhamdulillah we never let anything change the way we feel for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2003, on our 1st year anniversary, when Dearie's parents disapprove of our relationship, we were like &lt;em&gt;crushed&lt;/em&gt;. I was heartbroken. Always worrying that 1 day Dearie might leave me if he give in to the pressure and give up. Alhamdulillah, thank God, up to this day we are surviving. When Dearie had to go serve NS, I cried and cried. Then he had to go Brunei for a month. More tears. Some more he had to go from April to May, and my birthday was in May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow from 2003 to 2006, we survived through many hardships. I could feel the strains. I have the feeling there are times Dearie might wanna leave me, but Alhamdulillah our love is strong. Now i'm working, and Dearie is too. Another 3 to 4 years more down the road, if we can make it, we'll be totally one, as husband and wife, Insya Allah. And Alhamdulillah, at the very least now Dearie's mum is slowly accepting. At least that is what Dearie said. But still we should not rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, I better go! What a loooong, super long entry this is. As i'm typing it, I'm crying! Emotions overwhelm me..... Love you my darling. Wish you advanced anniversary, tomorrow is our 4th years and 5 months!! Muackz!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023226987723050818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RbYWVMVjT0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pMOJX-McGrU/s320/DSCN0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;May we be one Darling. Thanks for everything, going through with me all the hardships, my mum's sickness, etc. Really appreciate it all, and I do cherish you and your love darling..... :)   :)&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/31879610-2607116788766855000?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2607116788766855000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/2607116788766855000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-story.html' title='Love Story....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RbYWVMVjT0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pMOJX-McGrU/s72-c/DSCN0960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-9036589944828540182</id><published>2007-01-21T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:08:44.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children.... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why the sudden topic about children? Well... first of all, I am now currently a childcare teacher who works really closely with very young children who's ages range from 18 months to about 4 years old children. (In my centre there are K1s and K2s children but I am not fully responsible for them). Not being biased and not practicing favouritism, but the toddlers up to the nursery children are those who are closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022293107214077746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RbLE-MVjTzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/119pW4OJgLY/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this girl. She is the newest toddler at my centre. Just turned 18 months. In 1 day she is attached to me. Yesterday (Saturday) it was my working day, and her mummy sent her. When her mummy left, oh my... how she screamed and wailed... So being the caring person that I am, (ehem!), I immediately carried her and consoled her, and I think I did a really good job because not even 3 minutes later, she was quietly flipping through a book while I was doing some tasks. She sat beside me though. And everytime I got up to take whatever things I need, she will immediately get up and follow me where ever I went to. Even to the toilet! Hehehe....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the picture, she looked moody because she just woke up from her nap. Believe me or not, she actually told me &lt;em&gt;'gambar'  &lt;/em&gt;which meant picture or photo in Malay. At first I thought she was just simply talking to me, so I kept my hp in my pocket. But when I kept it inside, she attempted to take my hp out! Hehehe... So, actully, for fun, I thought I'd take her picture, and she actually wanted me to. Because I asked her, and she said yes. But I guess she just woke up thats why she looked moody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, when I came back from work yesterday, I met Dearie. We were discussing about engagement and marriage life etc. First we were debating about how long our engagement will be. Dearie said maximum 1 year. I agreed. I said if things go well minimum will be 6 months. Dearie said &lt;em&gt;Insya&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Allah. &lt;/em&gt;We decided that if we have enough savings for our wedding &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;have surplus for the days after, then we are fully prepared. We don't wish to have a marriage that is always so tight in budget and having financial problems. &lt;em&gt;I do not want that. &lt;/em&gt;I have enough financial problems now that I will remember my whole life. I wish for my married life to be peaceful and happy always. Problems will arise for sure, they always do. But I want to prevemt financial problems if possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lead to a discussion about the number of children we'll have if we want to start our family. Both agreed that just 2 will be just right. Not too big a number. Not that I have anything against having a bigger family. Its just that, again, about financial matters. Because I already told Dearie that if I have children I might want to resign from my work for a few years to look after them. I might work in a childcare centre, but I think I would want to place my children in PCF centres instead. Oh wow Lissa, you think so far ahead!! Hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, whatever the number of children that Allah shall bestow upon me and Dearie, Insya Allah, we'll accept it with all our heart. Anak-anak kan anugerah dan amanah Tuhan pada kita. Hmmm, talking about my future with Dearie got me bursting with excitement till I have goosebumps. Hehehe!! Ooops. gotta go now. Meeting Dearie for breakfast. Bath time! Hehehe...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-9036589944828540182?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/9036589944828540182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/9036589944828540182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/01/children.html' title='Children.... :)'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RbLE-MVjTzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/119pW4OJgLY/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-3057366482124058756</id><published>2007-01-07T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:48:12.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry in the new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At last, I find the time (and energy) to blog. Haha.... It has been really tiring since the new term began.... I'm now doing double teaching. Last year I was with my Playgroup class, this year they are all in Nursery, and I followed them up to Nursery as well. And now I have to spend 1 hour teaching the Toddlers class as well everyday. Sooooo much work!! Especially now when settling the new children so that they feel secure and at ease in the new environment. I think I managed that quite alright, because by the 2nd day, most of the criers are settled with me. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went out with Dearie today. Dearie wanted to buy some new pants, shirts and ties, as his future job requires him to dress up as such. What else, I also followed suit and bought some pants! Hehe.... Well..... Dearie helped me pay for them. Thanks Dearie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another happy moment for me. Why?? When Dearie met me earlier just now, he mentioned 1 thing that we believed was a stepping stone for us. His mum finally so-called 'gave in' and said she did not mind we being together, as long we know the limits, and don't get engaged and married when both not ready. I was like 'really???' to Dearie just now, and Dearie was like saying 'Ya ya...' all the way.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But Dearie said we better not just rush in and jump at this opportunity, if you know what I mean. We will still take things slowly... Insya Allah maybe next month my dad wants to hold a &lt;em&gt;doa selamat kenduri. &lt;/em&gt;Dearie said even if his mum had said like that, it is best if only Dearie turns up for the event. I mean, his mum is just starting to open up. We should give her more time. Right Dearie?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017284076551865090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RaD5SPAZAwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHuzRckgByA/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretending to be in a classic film. Hehehe.... Nice... My face is going through a pimple marathon!! Haiz.... What with the renovations going on at home, my face exposed to all the dust... Sensitive lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K lah... Gotta go now. Tired. Toodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-3057366482124058756?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3057366482124058756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/3057366482124058756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-entry-in-new-year.html' title='First entry in the new year...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSsSOAa7moE/RaD5SPAZAwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NHuzRckgByA/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116697095854753014</id><published>2006-12-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:39:55.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a while. Through out the period when I was MIA, (hehe), quite a few things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mummy has been discharged! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My house is currently undergoing some renovations, although we're still here in the house. Kinda hard to move around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Got half-day leave on thursday cos I wasn't well, went to the doctor, got mc on friday. On friday in the earlier part of the day was feeling ok, so i followed mummy and my younger sister to her new posted secondary school. She is posted to East Spring Secondary School. Hard to believe she will be in Sec 1 next year! Or should I say, in about 1 week time? Haha... How time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) After that, my elder sister joined us, and we went shopping! Hoho... And... mummy actually bought me a new hp! Thank you mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Now, last but not least, my Dearie... Will be starting a new job next January on the 23rd! Alhamdulillah... Hopefully this job won't be too tough for Dearie.... Will be praying for you always dear.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7807/1369/320/98821/DSC00042.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;Ta-daa!! Hehe.... Got a gift from Dearie today!! Met Dearie earlier just now. First of all in the morning Dearie accompanied me for a dental appointment, then we watched 'Night at the museum'. Great show!! Then we just went walking here and there. Dearie bought for his mum a new blender, and he bought me this! Its small, but its really sweet... I love it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7807/1369/320/718006/DSC00039.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Posing with my gift. Gosh look at my 'no make-up and sick and tired' face! Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7807/1369/320/61649/DSCN2087.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Dearie for everything!! Oooo.... Happy anniversary!! Today's our 4years and 4 months!! Love ya... Muackz!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: photos taken with my new hp. hehehe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116697095854753014?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116697095854753014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116697095854753014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy.html' title='Happy!!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116601695787647556</id><published>2006-12-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:35:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat's happening....</title><content type='html'>Happy B-day Dearie! Today is Dearie's birthday... But he's working. Hmmm.... And anyways, can't go celebrate. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy has been in hospital since early Monday morning. Around midnight on the sunday night, mummy suddenly had a very high fever and was shivering... So we took mummy to the hospital, and mummy was warded, up to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be praying for you to get well mummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscle injury? No improvement... Will go to the polyclinic if still not well on saturday. K thats all for now... Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116601695787647556?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116601695787647556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116601695787647556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/12/wats-happening.html' title='Wat&apos;s happening....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116564529956137785</id><published>2006-12-09T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:21:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the clinic this morning... My daddy sent me, the reason.... Woke up and I couldn't bend my fingers on the left hand... If i moved my fingers, it was oh so painful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah the doctor said it was only tendon and muscle injuries... Just minor injuries, not too serious... So the doctor only precribed to me cream medication to apply on my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking how did this injury come about?? Oh well, never mind, as long as I recover quick, and that the injury won't get worse... So now, I'm blogging etc with just 1 hand! Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!! for the 18th of December... Both me and Dearie would be on leave, and we have made plans for the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; day!! In the morning, breakfast, and then we would be going to meet our insurance agent for a yearly review. Then after that, we would just go window shopping etc... I can't wait, because its been really long time since we went out on a date together. Dearie's been working and working... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, need to apply the lotion now... Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116564529956137785?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116564529956137785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116564529956137785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-clinic-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116507029768401589</id><published>2006-12-02T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:38:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After work today, I went back home, ate lunch, and solat, because my family and I were going on a hunt... For new tiles etc... Renovating some parts of my house... My aunt and little cousin would be joining us too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7807/1369/320/346619/DSCN1942.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do these 2 cousins have in common? Obvious and simple, favourite colour... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This picture was taken before we left, and while waiting for our mummies to get ready....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7807/1369/320/381298/DSCN1951.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our beloved mummies.... Notice that these 2 siblings, my mummy and my aunt, co-incidentally are wearing almost the same colour?? Hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7807/1369/320/265642/DSCN1956.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 4 of us... the little girl loves to pose and take pics, well, just like her cousins yeah.... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7807/1369/320/730780/DSCN1947.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got bored waiting and waiting so I just took my own pic. Hehe... Act fierce lah don't want smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the showroom I did not take any pics.... No time lah... From there I met up with Dearie a while at Eunos MRT. Thought of going to my pal's bbq-chalet, but we were rushing. Sorry yeah my dear fren....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that today Dearie finished work quite early, by 6pm. Coz lately, Dearie's been working &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really2 late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;till after 10pm most days. Tomorrow Dearie is working again, he's been working everyday. Pity my Dearie.... Oh shucks forgot take pics wif my Dearie.... Well, anyway, both of us were wearing tired faces when we met. Hehe.... Oh well, I gotta go now yeah.... Till my next entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: i forgot to mention, I am a certified First Aid-er! Hehe.... *pats self on the back*  :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116507029768401589?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116507029768401589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116507029768401589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-work-today-i-went-back-home-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116438238060968200</id><published>2006-11-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:33:00.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My updates...</title><content type='html'>Oh yes.... It's been a &lt;em&gt;reaaalllyyyy loooong&lt;/em&gt; time since I last updated. Always wanted to blog but somehow at the end of the day I just feel too drained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days (since monday) I had been attending a Standard First Aid course, had been sent to attend this course by my supervisor at work. All preschool teachers need to be certified in First Aid... And today just now was the theory exam, this coming Monday will be the practical exam, and on that day too, insya Allah, if I pass my CPR and bandaging etc, I will be a certified First Aid-er... Yeah!! Well.... Actually, even if I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; certified, I dunno if I will actually &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; to perform such acts of treatments to people that I dunno.... Hehehe.... Will see how yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;!! I've got my DPT!! (Diploma in Preschool Education-Teaching). Alhamdulillah... The long wait is finally over! The graduation ceremony etc will only take place next year in July (I think) because some of my classmates need to re-take some modules etc, and the people at the education centre wanted us to &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; graduate together. Well, I don't care, so long as I get my transcript already... Will have to show my supervisor ASAP by Monday, so that I will get my pay rise, insya Allah... Not being money-minded, but at least if there is a pay rise, my burden would be lessened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of not meeting my Dearie, he's always busy working and working, I finally got to meet my loved one tonight just now! After the theory exam we were allowed to go back already, and around that time Dearie was finishing up already, so we met at Tampines Library, and had dinner at Pizza Hut!! Yummy!! Long time tak eat pizza.... Today, a happy day!! I got my diploma, got a cheque of $*** for my training allowance while studying, and.... me and Dearie's 4th year and 3 months anniversary!! Yeah!! I very syukur we somehow fight through all the rough and bad times and still stay together no matter how bad the situation seemed to be in the past. We keep on believing in each other, and praying for each other, and thus insya Allah with His blessings we'll keep on stay together, till we may become one, insya Allah.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/31879610-116438238060968200?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116438238060968200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116438238060968200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-updates.html' title='My updates...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116212997824720044</id><published>2006-10-29T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:58:07.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya-entry 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My poor Dearie!! What happened?!? His friends and colleagues are supposed to go over to his house today, Dearie invited them over for Hari Raya... But alas, suddenly, around 2pm, I got a call from my darling, Dearie said he's coming over to my place. He's got a &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; argument with his sister. 1 of his colleagues came, and his sister felt that the colleague had stayed at their place for a really long time. Dearie explained to me, that his sister was endlessly hinting to Dearie, when was the colleague going to leave? Stay so long, etc... And Dearie said that when he offered his colleague more coffee, his sister was more pissed. Dearie got fed up.... Cut the story short, he did not like the idea of driving away his guests, and so Dearie stormed off. Told all his colleagues not to come over to his place. My Dearie.... he was so angry, but luckily he has me to calm him down, and luckily my place is just so nearby to his and is within walking distance... If i wasn't around, wonder where my Dearie would go to.... After maghrib he went back home, but up to now I have not heard from him... Hope he's ok... Am praying for you darling.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1768.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this picture was taken yesterday at Dearie's team leader's house.... We met up after asar, and reached back to my place just before maghrib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearie, hope you settle the matter nicely ok.... I'll be on your side always... And I hope that you felt much better when you confide in me, I always do my very best to make you happy always....Love you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/31879610-116212997824720044?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116212997824720044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116212997824720044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya-entry-2.html' title='Hari Raya-entry 2'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116170345027739664</id><published>2006-10-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:27:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya-entry 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As sad as I am about yesterday, I put all that behind. Just now went out for Hari Raya visiting to relatives house, had problems still. My little sister, as you may know, is required to be on crutches. She gets tired easily, and has problems going up and down the stairs to those houses that does not have lift at every level. After visiting the 2nd house, she was in total pain, and was in tears. My daddy told my mummy that we better go back home to let my sister rest, we can continue our outing another day. But.... my mummy was clearly unhappy, even though she said ok, it was clear from her facial expression that she was not happy about going back early. Seeing my sister in pain, I myself volunteered that I would take care of my sister at home while the rest of my family continued on with the outing. I had thought that if I said it like that, my mummy would change her mind, and we just stay as a family, and go out another time. But, I was wrong. When we reached my flat, my mummy stayed in the car with my elder sister who was driving, and it was my daddy who accompanied me and Fiqa home. Once outside my house, my daddy left. I was like 'hmmmmm'.... But what to do.... Somebody has to make the sacrifice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets put that aside now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1728.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture was taken before we went out. My kakak snapped it for me, we were waiting for my mummy to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1730.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another snapshot courtesy of my kakak. My sister said I look really unlike myself, wearing make-up. This is the first time I wear make-up for Hari Raya outing, complete with eye-liner etc. Hehehe.... Well, I think I still look the same, because the make-up is not really that drastic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1735.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me and my adek (Fiqa my younger sister) in the car. Taken before she was hurting, on the way to the first house. She has a beautiful smile, agree? Just like me?? Hehehe, maybe.... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1741.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my elder sister, at the first house, my grandma's house. Do we look the same? Or different? Very confused.... Because some relatives said we look like twins, yet same would say we are so different? Comments please.... Hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1742.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trio! Salleh's angels.... Anggun dan menawan.... Hehehe.... Ooohhh, can you see my grandma in the picture??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1747.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, this picture is taken when we're back at my house. Me and my cousin, Nurul. When me and adek are left alone, soon after that, before the rest of my family came back, my aunt n family came. My aunt is like my 2nd mummy, we're really close. This is my aunt's youngest daughter, she's only 4yrs++ but she's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; smart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1749.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The final picture for tonight..... Actually after this picture we wanted to take more, but suddenly a big group of people came.... So weird as normally on the 1st day of Hari Raya not many people would come here.... So we had no time to take more pictures. Save it for another day yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Til my next entry.... Dearie, I miss you....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116170345027739664?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116170345027739664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116170345027739664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya-entry-1.html' title='Hari Raya-entry 1'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116159362095452647</id><published>2006-10-23T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:56:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad on a happy occassion......... Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without fail,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every year, when it is nearly Hari Raya, me and Dearie sure have more problems on our shoulders. Don't wanna go into details, just makes me more in pain emotionally. The factor that causes all the friction between me and Dearie is clear, its because Dearie's parents still cannot accept my presence in his life. I have been hanging on for 4 years, yet things are still the same. Now, as days go by, I can't help but feel that Dearie's love for me is deteriorating.... He keeps on snapping at me lately, and ordering me around.... Last night, after he buka-ed puasa at home, he came over my place. But things did not look up at that time. He came, solat, (i can't coz stil having red light), and watched soccer on cable. I was making my cake when Dearie watched soccer. I felt like we were in 2 different worlds, we never talked. &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;initiated conversations, but Dearie was too engrossed in the soccer to even bother wat I was talking about to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I finished work at 1130. When I was at home, Dearie called, saying he's on the way back home. He always keep things from me, I wonder why. He asked me if I wanna teman him go cut hair n buy stuffs, and so I was waiting for him to inform me when I should go down. But tup-tup-tup, he never answered my calls and never replied my messages, and I found out, he's already at home. Haiz.... I'm so sad.... Maybe its just my fate... I do so pray so hard that Dearie's parents will open up their heart soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearie.... I know things are hard for you, stuck between me and family, but please please please don't treat me til that extend. So sad.... Be honest.... I'm not just a doll you know.... Tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all my friends, don't blame Fandi. I accept all that he did to me as ujian from Allah.... Insya Allah when his parents change their minds and open their hearts, things will look upwards then.... Right now, all I need is support from you girls.... Fandi is a good guy, he leads me to the righteous path, can bimbing me, its just this flaw.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin to all Muslims and Muslimahs. &lt;strong&gt;To Dearie, Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin. Forgive me if I was rude to you, controlling you as you accused me lately, etc. Whatever you wish to do is up to you now. I won't bother you as you wish. I suppose we wont be spending time together like we did before, like we used to. Not if you don't want to. If you not happy seeing me, there's no point I ask you to. I just want you to be happy. Maybe all this while you are just suffering with me. Sorrow..... I miss you Dearie.... Tears... I miss the guy who I met and fell in love with.... Tears..... Hope you enjoy yourself then. As long as you happy, I'm ok, even if I'm flooded with tears.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now Dearie just sent me sms. He actually went to cut hair tadi, when in the 1st place he wanted me to accompany him. Tears n more tears..... Ya Allah, berikan lah hamba mu kekuatan dan ketabahan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116159362095452647?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116159362095452647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116159362095452647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/10/sad-on-happy-occassion-tears.html' title='Sad on a happy occassion......... Tears'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116126975698994081</id><published>2006-10-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:55:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just finished watching 'A Cinderella Story' on cable. Old story ehk... Heh... Anyway, I just came back in fact, around 915pm. After I had showered then I watched the show. Dearie fetched me from my workplace just now since he finished early. So we spent some time at Geylang since its near my work place. Ooomph.... cramps... Having that time of the month, sooo painful.... Started since yesterday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I have been told about something, which I truly pray and hope will come true in the future, insya Allah... My younger sister told me, she dreamt that me and Dearie went to Mekah together to do &lt;em&gt;umrah&lt;/em&gt;. It is after we are married.... I was like &lt;em&gt;really?? wah.... insya Allah, if we can afford it, kalau ade rezki....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So Dear, better start saving more money yeah! Same goes to me... Hehe... I need to rest n sleep now den, still in cramps.... Sighs... Well, luckily it did not come on Hari Raya itself or the eve of Hari Raya, or else I'll be in pain when visiting... Ok, til my next entry, Toodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116126975698994081?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116126975698994081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116126975698994081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-finished-watching-cinderella.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116083757957207710</id><published>2006-10-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:56:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMoRiEs....</title><content type='html'>Had a meeting with my friends just now.... Gosh.... Meeting sounds so the formal. Ha ha ha... I meant, me and Dearie met our friends and we broke fast together..... But, I not gonna blog about that tonight.... Will save it for tomorrow.... Tonight, I am intent on sharing.... My past. I have been wanting to blog about this for a really long time, only had problems finding the photos, and then, finding the time to scan the photos. Well.... Here goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/baby%20me.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno y the gap so big. Ha ha.... Well, that's me!! Around 22 or 23 years ago, anyway... My mummy was carrying me.... I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; look like Chinese, don't I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/baby%20me%203.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;Hehehe... Whatever was I looking at?!! This picture was taken at my old house at Kallang...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/baby%20me%202.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy told me that I &lt;em&gt;refused&lt;/em&gt; to move from that spot! Hahaha!! Waiting for prince chaming izzit....??!! Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/baby%20me%204.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Move away sista!! This is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; spotlight, and &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; baby walker!! My elder sister looked soooo much bigger than me then, but she's just like me now! Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I gotta go sleep now. Will continue blogging tomorrow.... Toodles!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116083757957207710?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116083757957207710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116083757957207710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/10/memories.html' title='MeMoRiEs....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-116003117383136628</id><published>2006-10-05T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:12:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Singapore Idol Hady Mirza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/WloJMccDGt0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this song to my Dearie.... During the first 2 weeks of Hari Raya later, Dearie must go for his ICT. So sad.... Short entry today, gotta prepare for buka later. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops... before i forget, my little sister is home. Yipee!! But she'd need to be on crutches for at least 6 weeks more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-116003117383136628?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116003117383136628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/116003117383136628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/10/singapore-idol-hady-mirza-i-dedicate.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115988811106064975</id><published>2006-10-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:08:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jus came back home from hospital.... Nope,&lt;/span&gt; it's not my mummy who's sick this time... Well, so to speak, my mummy &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; still sick, in fact, she needs to undergo chemotherapy again for the next 6 months, and that's just the doctor's estimation. So, who's in the hospital? My baby sister, well, not exactly baby, she's already 12, but she is the youngest in my family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell down in the computer lab in school earlier just now, and had fractured or broken?? her right leg, the archilles to be exact... Very badly dislocated.... Had went through a surgery just now... So sad... The worst part is tomorrow is the start of the PSLE exams... So its either she'll sit for the exam there at the hospital, or if she's unfit to take the exam, they'll just take her prelim exams result....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there at the hospital with my family, waiting for the operation to be over. As soon I saw the nurses wheeling out the bed, and saw my sister sleeping on the bed (she'd just went thru the operation after all, so obviously she'd be sleeping), my tears just flowed out... I felt so sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm very proud of her! My mummy said that my sister never once cried since she fell down, and throughout the journey to the hospital etc, she still can crack jokes, being the joker that she is... And mummy said that when she heard she must go through the operation, she can joke, "I wanna sue him". 'Him' refers to the classmate who caused the accident, although it was not intentional. She stil can tell the doctors "I cannot eat pills, I scared. Jus give me syrup medicine." My daddy, me and my elder sister were so impressed when my mummy told me all that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut things short... I am oh so very tired.... Ya Allah.... Sembuhkanlah adikku.... Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115988811106064975?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115988811106064975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115988811106064975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/10/jus-came-back-home-from-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115913684864600701</id><published>2006-09-25T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:27:34.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SeLaMaT MeNyAmBuT RaMaDhAn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;early morning entry.... Hehe.... Had just eaten my &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt; and after this I will do my &lt;em&gt;subuh&lt;/em&gt; prayers. Wanna share about my day yesterday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day of the fasting month. Had met Dearie at noon and we went to Geylang. The week before, at Geylang, I saw a nice &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt; which I had hoped to buy for &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt; this year. It was a nice shade of purple. So I thought I wanna show it to Dearie to ask for his opinion. Dearie did not really like it, because when Dearie checked out the outfit, he noticed that all the sequins were loosely sewn to the outfit. I &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;fail to notice such things, so off we went in search of a &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt;  for me. Hehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Joo Chiat Complex, I saw &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. Even Dearie agreed, it was truly very nice. But because it washanging on display on the wall of the shop, we went inside the shop to ask about it. The price....? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$128&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;/em&gt;I was like 'Aaaaah?' Sooooo the expensive, I was heartbroken. Dearie said it was a normal price for outfits like that, because the material is of very good quality. Dearie suggested I wait til next week I get my pay then we go again and buy, but I replied..... "&lt;em&gt;Even if I get my pay, I still can't afford something that expensive, even if you said it is normal price range. Don't forget I have my loans to pay off, etc...&lt;/em&gt;" I guess I must have started to think of my problem that a tap inside has turned itself, and the dam in my eyes must have opened, because I felt tears collecting in my eyes. Knowing its the fasting month, I controlled myself not to cry, and simply said to Dearie, "&lt;em&gt;Come on, let's go, we just go somewhere else&lt;/em&gt;". However, Dearie had other plans for me. Dearie basically &lt;em&gt;pulled &lt;/em&gt;me inside the shop, and asked 1 of the staff there to give me the outfit to try. So I did try, although in my heart, I was wondering how was I gonna afford something of that price. My heart dropped when I looked at myself in the mirror, the outfit was truly nice. But I knew I'd have to tell Dearie we must find a shop somewhere else where I can afford. But Dearie avoided that statement, and asked me instead is the 'S' size still too big for me. Before I could answer him, the staff came and said that she'd let me try the 'XS' size. So off I went again to the fitting room, and yes indeed, the 'XS' sized outfit fits me best, and boy, never had I put on a &lt;em&gt;baju kurung &lt;/em&gt;that elegent in my whole life. I went out of the fitting room to show Dearie, and the look that Dearie gave me, was obvious, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; very nice, and Dearie commented, "&lt;em&gt;Girl, cantik. You look like a princess.&lt;/em&gt;" After commenting, I told Dearie again that I just &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; afford it, and how I emphasized on the word can't. However, just after I spoke that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearie: &lt;em&gt;Takpe, I'll pay for you girl. Hari Raya gift. OK?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me       : &lt;em&gt;Tak nak.... Mahal sangat... Later I tak pay you back how?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearie: &lt;em&gt;It's ok. I pay for you ok? If you want, you just pay me back slowly, and just pay back how much you  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               can afford. I tak paksa you pay also, so I leave it up to you. But now, I buy for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me       : *blushes* &lt;em&gt;Thank you Dear.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deep in my heart, Alhamdulillah... rezeki... Of course, I am intent on paying Dearie back, and I told Dearie that I'll pay him back $50 first after &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt;. Dearie, being kind as always, said to me, the important thing is that I must make sure that I really can afford it, if not, but if I still insist on paying back, just pay back in smaller amounts.... Alhamdulillah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I fast forward a bit. After breaking fast at home, around 745pm when I had just finished my prayers, Dearie sent me a sms. "&lt;em&gt;Can I come over after I bathe? We solat together. Can?&lt;/em&gt;" My reply.... "&lt;em&gt;Of course can! See you soon!!&lt;/em&gt;" So soon after that around 25 minutes later, Dearie arrived, and we got ready to solat together. We solat &lt;em&gt;isyak &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;terawih&lt;/em&gt; together.... In my heart, I am truly the luckiest girl to have guy like my Dearie.... Although there is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; the critical problem of Dearie's parents not accepting me yet, *sad*.... I put all that aside....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh look at the time! Gotta go now. Toodles.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA TO ALL MUSLIMS OUT  THERE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115913684864600701?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115913684864600701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115913684864600701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/09/selamat-menyambut-ramadhan.html' title='SeLaMaT MeNyAmBuT RaMaDhAn'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115893351030224149</id><published>2006-09-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:58:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeSSeD uP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was my Lionel's 2nd year birthday! And I did it!! At long last, after lots of hard work, Lionel is now able to call me Teacher Lissa, although at times, he would just call me... Lissaaaa!! Ha ha... But he is absolutely soooo cute, adore him lots!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiring week, the children are sooo hyper this week... Have new toddlers being enrolled, so in the morning when their parents send them to the centre.... It is just simply chaotic with all their screams and cries... There's a new toddler by the name of Xavier, he's the youngest toddler in that class, he just turned 17 months! But he's soooo cute n adorable too.... But Lionel is the best! Well, doesn't matter, I love all the children who are in my care, doesn't matter if they are in my class or not. Hmmm, okay, cut things short and make it easy, I love my playgroup and the toddler classes... He he he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now... I am sad. When I got home just now, I was alone. Soon after that my sister came back from work. About an hour later, my mummy called to ask if we had eaten etc. When mummy called i answered the phone. Later on mummy asked to talk to my elder sister, so i passed the phone to her. When she hang up, i asked what's the matter, my sister said it was nothing. I felt really pissed off, but most of all, hurt. This thing always happen to me, my family never wanna communicate with me. We do talk, but at most times, they just don't bother about me at all. So sad.... Syukur I have Dearie... But nowadays Dearie always sooo late balik, I hardly talk to him. Sad.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115893351030224149?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115893351030224149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115893351030224149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/09/messed-up.html' title='MeSSeD uP'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115833330873734965</id><published>2006-09-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:21:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul MV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/PuEvUQflAmM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work just now, I met my mummy and younger sister at the interchange, coz need to find a birthday present for my cousin tomorrow, and then after buying the gift we eat dinner at Telepark. Just as we sat down and settled ourselves before ordering, my Dearie called, and my mummy insisted that Dearie joined us. Hehehe..... In my heart I knew that I would definitely ask Dearie to join us, but even before I asked my darling my mummy had said.... &lt;strong&gt;"Fandi eh? Suruh dia datang sini, makan sama-sama...."&lt;/strong&gt; i.e. &lt;strong&gt;"Is that Fandi calling? Ask him to come and join us for dinner, eat together"&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehehe.... I felt so happy.... It is very, very rare that we have such occasions... And when Dearie arrived, how my darling talked to my mummy, throughout the dinner, Dearie talked more to my mummy than to me! Hehehe.... But I don't mind.... As long as we are all happy.... Right love? Muackz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN0751.4.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is an old photo, but I love this photo very much.... Taken a day after my 23rd birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hanyalah satu..... Yang bertakhta di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dirimu...... Yang ku sayangi oh kasih&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah satu..... Asmara di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Dan jangan kau sangsi cintaku hanya satu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115833330873734965?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115833330873734965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115833330873734965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/09/jesse-mccartney-beautiful-soul-mv.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115789127473287875</id><published>2006-09-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:31:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another happy day for me today! Yupz! At long last, Alhamdulillah, I got my wish, Dearie took me to to visit his late grandparents kubur i.e. the cemetery. Dearie drove there using my sister's car again. Hehehe.... After visiting the cemetery, we headed to Bukit Timah Road to Al-Ameen Eating House for our breakfast. It was really, really nice and tasty!! I ordered tosei and Dearie ordered cheese and mushroom prata. Both had teh tarik. Me and Dearie being generous, we shared the meals, meaning that Dearie gave me half of his prata, and I gave Dearie, more than half of my tosei. Heh.... Scared later I cannot finish lah...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway before I forget, my mummy has been discharged from the hospital on Thursday... She stayed there for such a looong time... Missed her sooo much. Syukur Alhamdulillah she's back home now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After our breakfast, we &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to find the way to Bugis, thought I could go to Bras Basah Complex. We &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; find our way there, but, alas, we could &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; find where to park, we did not &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; where to park. Hehe.... Then, Dearie just drove all around again, like the other day, but this time, we went to my old neighbourhood, at &lt;strong&gt;Ang Mo Kio.&lt;/strong&gt; Hehehe.... Its been ages since I went there, I only go there once a year when it comes to Hari Raya and want to visit relatives. I felt really happy and excited as I showed Dearie the flat that I used to stay at, the coffee shop that I always ate at, where I used to hang out with my close pal Norlin, where Norlin used to stay at, and all those sorts of staff. Felt really nostalgic at that point of time. Heh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, the really funny part is, we decided to go to Northpoint so that I could go to the Popular there to buy my stuff. Northpoint is really near to AMK as it is at Yishun. But I realised that I did not bring my cashcard, and the IU was not able to read or detect Dearie's cashcard, so we parked at a block of flats car park instead of the car park at the shopping complex. We felt really funny, but we laughed throughout , hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then after that, we went back to my place. And soon after that, we went out again, but this time, with both my sisters. But this time, my sister drove the car. She fetched her boyfriend from her place, and we went to Century Square for a movie, &lt;strong&gt;Monster House!&lt;/strong&gt; Not a bad movie.... Still would prefer my favourite &lt;strong&gt;Shrek &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/strong&gt; movies. And then, went they went home, me and Dearie went to Istanbul for our dinner. Woah!! I ate 3 main meals together with my darling today, spent the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; day with my darling today! So happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insya Allah, starting next week, my darling Dearie will start to teach me &lt;em&gt;mengaji&lt;/em&gt;. Due to some constraints in terms of both time and financial, I had to quit my ngaji from where I used to learn ngaji. But Alhamdulillah, my darling is able to ngaji well, and thus, I had asked him to help me. Alhamdulillah.... Thanks love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my darling in the car while my older sister is driving. My younger sister snapped this for me, thanks darling sister! Love you Dearie! Muackz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115789127473287875?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115789127473287875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115789127473287875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-happy-day-for-me-today-yupz-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115729044948324300</id><published>2006-09-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:34:09.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came back from my trip to Malacca last night, reached home around nearly 10. But only now I find the time to blog. The reason....? My mummy was hospitalised last night after I came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I called home around 730 to tell my parents that I had just reached Singapore, my mummy sounded fine. But when I reached home, she was lying on the bed, too weak to even get up. She had a very high fever n an even worse cough that she had had for days. The fever comes and goes, but yesterday, my dad said it was for the best if he took mummy to the hospital. So, my dad and elder sister took my mummy to Singapore General Hospital while I stayed home to unpack, and look after my younger sister. They left around 1020pm. Around nearly 1145pm, my elder sister msged me and said that mummy would be warded. So sad.... I came back from my trip, to be separated from my mummy again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, at noon, I met Dearie, went to Suntec. After that, when my daddy was home from work, me and Dearie went back to my house, and we all left to the hospital. As soon as we reached, my mummy's youngest sister and family came as well. Alhamdulillah, mummy's cough was getting a little better, but her fever is still a roller-coaster ride, up, and down, up, and down.... Daddy said that the doctor estimated that my mummy would be staying there for maybe around a week more. I am very worried for mummy.... Now, my daddy would be taking leave up to Wednesday, so after that, if my mummy is still not home yet, I hope my elder sister would take leave, bcoz I am still unable to take any leave as I am still under probation, for another 1mth plus. Ya Allah.... sembuhkanlah ibuku Ya Allah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, my trip to Malacca.... Fun, but tiring. Very hectic and rushing for time.... Although I only had very limited time to shop, I still got some nice things for me and Dearie. I bought a pair of sandals and a pair of shoes for myself. For Dearie, I got him a Polo wallet. Oh ya.... I got a new wallet too! Me and my colleagues had to take part in the dance competition between centres, and we had to dance to a Hindustan song. Hehehe.... We spent about 10 days practising the dance moves, and oh boy!! How I sweated!! Hehehe.... Look at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1454.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look!! I am standing on the right of the picture, if you can't recognise me. Hehehe.... I don't like to make-up to that extend, I normally just make-up naturally, but my other colleagues say I have to make-up more or else audience can't see me from the stage. I feel like in the Chinese Opera, with such thick make-up. Hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1457.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This a group photo of the staff from my centre at Guillemard. It was like a very glamorous event that night, what with so many people dressing up for performances etc. I am the youngest staff there, and 1 of the 2 staff there who is not married yet, and I am among the shortest.... and cutest!! Ehem... Hehe... Kidding only, to cheer myself up, as I am worried thinking of my mummy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7807/1369/320/DSCN1462.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;This picture of me was taken outside the hotel lobby, awaiting to check out and go back Singapore. How I missed my Dearie and family when I was at Malacca, especially my Dearie. Its not that I did not think of my family, its just that, I am closer to my Dearie than I am to my family, due to some family conflicts, well, not really conflicts, but difference in understanding. They just don't see things the way that I do.... Whatever it is, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; love my family..... Ok.... Not that I hate them ok.... Oh well, headache now.... Gotta go. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115729044948324300?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115729044948324300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115729044948324300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-came-back-from-my-trip-to-malacca.html' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115703320976557770</id><published>2006-08-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:06:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Teacher's Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, actually at this moment, I don't have much time to blog, bcoz tomorrow, I'm going to Malacca for a Teacher's Day retreat. ALL the teachers and principals from NTUC Childcare island-wide will be going... IMAGINE... how many hundreds of us... Need to sleep early coz need to wake very early... How i wish i can just sleep in for the whole day tomorrow, I'm soooo tired.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was very nice today, and all the children in my centre, plus the teachers, were extra kind to each other. Hahaha... Well, as for me, I am always, and I mean, &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;, kind to my children. Cheh, praise own self now. Hehehe... Just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As excited as I am for going for a retreat tomorrow, deep inside I feel sad, bcoz in all my 4 years with Dearie, this is the first time that I'm going out of Singapore, and staying there for a night no less. Normally it is Dearie who leaves me (I mean leave as in go out of Singapore, not leave as in dumping me!) Get the picture??!! Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Dearie, you're still at work now, and I'm gonna zzzzzz soon. Tomorrow I'll be leaving early in the morning, even before you wake up... By the time you wake up darling, I'd have met my colleagues and would be on the way to Marina Bay MRT... So, just wanna say please take care of yourself when I'm away, and don't get into mischief!! Hehehe.... Seriously, I'll be missing you very much Dear..... :(   Please pray for my safe journey and safe return yeah.... I'll contact you whenever possible, promise... Missing you always....  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115703320976557770?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115703320976557770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115703320976557770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-1st-teachers-day.html' title='My 1st Teacher&apos;s Day....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879610.post-115660495462081444</id><published>2006-08-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:15:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication for my Dearie</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hady Mirza Singapore idol piano show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/nAO-yKr-n6Q" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did not give my Dearie anything for our anniversary, but Dearie, do know that my love is true to you always. That's the gift that I shall give to you always, till my last breath... This song is dedicated to you darling! Muackz!! Love ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879610-115660495462081444?l=fanalislovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115660495462081444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879610/posts/default/115660495462081444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanalislovestory.blogspot.com/2006/08/dedication-for-my-dearie.html' title='Dedication for my Dearie'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02048977069340246565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q25-FE4ODBg/TlTACakyj0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/pUT5yatwFF8/s220/DSC_0560.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
