<?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-4374589397492624314</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:39:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you skip to MY beat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-1217356931138656188</id><published>2010-02-28T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:30:26.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLEARGHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blog but I am sooo uninspired nowadays! Why? Why? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..on a brighter note, I am addicted to reading again. I think it has been quite a while since I visited the library. Currently reading a family series by Catherine Anderson. Love her books actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must read more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Dah tak tau ape nak blog. See you all when I see you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if people visit my blog anymore. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-1217356931138656188?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1217356931138656188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2010/02/blearghhhh-i-wanna-blog-but-i-am-sooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1217356931138656188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1217356931138656188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2010/02/blearghhhh-i-wanna-blog-but-i-am-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-886191020989023402</id><published>2009-11-01T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:25:41.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT"S BEEN AGES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah!! It's been quite awhile since I blogged eh?? Must have been damn busy and all. Tsk, tsk...so let's see, what updates do I have ya??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got engaged recently&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no more tuition! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;3. I have more time to myself and for my friends&lt;br /&gt;4. The fiance just left for Japan&lt;br /&gt;5. Assignments from school has just been LETHAL&lt;br /&gt;6. Went for a disastrous trip to KL with my darlings. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dah malas nak blog la. Some other time then..Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-886191020989023402?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/886191020989023402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-ages-woah-its-been-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/886191020989023402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/886191020989023402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-ages-woah-its-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-7407246021359453290</id><published>2009-09-21T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:13:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Selamat Hari Raya everyone!! Hope you all are having a fantastic Hari Raya with your loved ones!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't really have that many relatives, my family only visited 2 houses. This year, Hari Raya is especially great cos my lil' nephew is sooooo cute in his baju raya!! Picture will be up soon. Too lazy to upload now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to wonder whether there will be a jalan raya this year with the jc gang. Hmmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, so back to where I was saying about the 1st day of Raya, since I only had 2 houses to visit, I reached home pretty early, about 4 plus, I think. So anyway, reached home, relaxed on my bed, smsing with the bf who did not really go out as well, and guess what? We decided to catch a movie!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's a first for me to go out as normal watching a movie when everyone else are visiting relatives. Hehehehe, so we caught the movie Inglorious Basterds. I think most of you know it's directed by Quentin Tarantino. I think most guys are BIG fans of that guy..me?? Not so la eh. I did not even catch Kill Bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I thought the movie was pretty interesting. It definitely had a few hilarious moments in the show but I always thought Quentin Tarantino's movies are abit strange. I just don't know why, I just think they are strange. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go. My first day of Raya. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-7407246021359453290?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7407246021359453290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-hey-selamat-hari-raya-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7407246021359453290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7407246021359453290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-hey-selamat-hari-raya-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-7456875711722038649</id><published>2009-09-08T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:31:19.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT TO BUY??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, our 2 year anniversary is approaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I GOING TO GET HIM????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME LADIES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got him a pair of Crocs. Mind you, it is not those ugly crocs for guys. His has calf leather and it actually looks like a pair of boots on him when he wears them. It actually looks good on him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I wanna get him something else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to get him la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How eh?? How eh?? Hooooowwwwwwww??????????????????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going beserk la....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-7456875711722038649?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7456875711722038649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-buy-okay-our-2-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7456875711722038649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7456875711722038649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-buy-okay-our-2-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-4167883936354351444</id><published>2009-09-02T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:50:05.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 SEPTEMBER 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the boyfriend yesterday to break our fast together. Since it was quite late and I was from tuition, we decided to go Jurong Point to have dinner. Ate at Thai Express and I ordered Tom Yum Hor Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really really really nice but abit too ex la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which he rode like mad and we reached town within 20mins. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to try it out. It is so pretty. Excitingnye!! Upgrade hor baby?? You dah janji tau.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am meeting him again later. YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-4167883936354351444?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4167883936354351444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-september-2009-met-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/4167883936354351444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/4167883936354351444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-september-2009-met-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-2811942939987865622</id><published>2009-08-25T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:52:49.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABE, IT'S OKAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, it's okay if you sometimes feel lost and you have no idea what you want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself was lost, trying to find a meaningful and satisfying job. If you remember correctly, I took 2 years...or thereabouts to find what I really wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I am now 100% sure what I want to do. Right now, I will just say that I am about 80% sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say that the grass is greener on the other side. It may or may not be true. For me, I will keep searching for a job that may not neccessarily make me happy, but MOST important is that I do NOT drag my feet to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this is the most important indicator as to whether I will stay long in a job. If you remember correctly, I switch jobs like I switch on lights like that. One month tukar, one month tukar..hahahah...some call me a job hopper but to me, it is ultimately finding the right niche for myself. Others may perceive me to be that way, but hey, this current job is the longest I have stayed and not once have I dragged my feet to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, in itself is a big accomplishment for me you know.. I used to hate going to work when I was working as a secretary. Kept crying in the office. Depressing lei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But babe, remember, jobs are hard to find now. You may not neccessarily like what you are doing now but I believe that you can persevere. There is nothing wrong if you want to look for other jobs!! Go ahead!! Why not?? Ultimately, it is your happiness that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One advice though, until you have gotten a new job offer, make sure you still have a source of income. That's most important....The worst thing one can be is to be unemployed and incomeless. I was that way since last year. It was really depressing to depend on other people for money... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry babe, we'll always be there for you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-2811942939987865622?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2811942939987865622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/babe-its-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/2811942939987865622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/2811942939987865622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/babe-its-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-4548111021197073028</id><published>2009-08-24T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:58:04.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT BULAN RAMADHAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the fasting month begins. I won't deny that I have been cranky the past 2 days, but I guess it is just my body getting used to the fasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing though, I don't get gastric that often when I'm fasting. Must be because I am giving my stomach a break from all the digesting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ladies, how has your Ramadhan been so far? Good??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I went for the 1st night of terawih. Gosh! There were so many people. And so many people stayed on to do 20 rakaat and 3 rakaat of witir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to mosque to do terawih..the environment is just so different...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered asking a friend to go to the mosque to pray with me. Last time, she always gave me excuses on how she has not learned her prayers properly. But I forced her. She was like a rusa masuk kampung gitu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am glad that I forced her. To show her that prayers are important when you are a Muslim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she is doing right now in terms of prayers, but I do hope she changes for the better in this aspect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in the saying, "A family that prays together, stays together."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to preach here and I admit that sometimes I myself stray from the righteous path, but I try, try my best to fulfill the 5 compulsory prayers every day. Getting to do the terawih will be a bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, if we buka together, we go terawih also ok?? Love you all. Selamat menyambut bulan Ramadhan yang penuh berkat ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all work hard to be good Muslims, do good deeds and alwyas remember &lt;em&gt;Allah swt,&lt;/em&gt; cause we are NOTHING without him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-4548111021197073028?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4548111021197073028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/selamat-menyambut-bulan-ramadhan-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/4548111021197073028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/4548111021197073028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/selamat-menyambut-bulan-ramadhan-so.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-209834248489443001</id><published>2009-08-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:39:25.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23 months my dear....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can express how much and how deeply I love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our future baby..you're all that matters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-209834248489443001?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/209834248489443001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-23-months-my-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/209834248489443001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/209834248489443001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-23-months-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-3205435477313117328</id><published>2009-08-10T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:40:55.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALISATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that my blog has not been updated with recent pictures. Hmmmm..I must remember to take more photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that the long weekend is almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that I am no longer worried about what people think of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realisation that I don't tolerate hypocrites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realisation that sometimes, people are no longer friends because of a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realisation that I don't really care the reason behind her extending a hand of friendship to me. Cause, in my opinion, babe, we ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. I remember you declaring it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk. Are you going back on your words, or are you actually taking back your words? Remember, I don't forget. So do you apparently right? I think that was what you said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I made a promise to myself not to dwell on my actions or the actions that you have done to me cause it was in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward, look forward!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I am waiting for you to ask me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-3205435477313117328?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3205435477313117328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/realisation-i-suddenly-realised-that-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3205435477313117328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3205435477313117328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/realisation-i-suddenly-realised-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-1487632705992253124</id><published>2009-08-09T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:55:25.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WEEKLY UPDATE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya girls!! And man, and to whoever else is reading my blog!! I know you still read my blog doncha?? Heheheh, although you are my silent readers, I appreciate the fact that you still bother to visit my blog after I have changed the address a few times..paiseh, paiseh.. hehehe, anyway, thanks for still visiting my blog ya?? Do feel free to tag me, although, no hate tags ok?? I don't mind making new blogger friends! I even found one through my blog!! Ida!! That's you!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, first and foremost, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that in my 24 years as a Singaporean, I do appreciate the fact that I am born one and I get to enjoy the benefits that come with being a Singaporean. Although we gripe and curse the government most of the time, we cannot deny the fact that the government has been doing an awesome job so far, and they do take care of us!! Remember the GST offset package? the Progress package?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that the government gives us some money. (I remembered spending the $600 bucks like nobody's business..hehehehe..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things..today the bf is supposed to perform for NDP right?? Unfortunately, he fell sick la!! So all those Saturdays standing in the hot sun has gone to waste cause he won't even be there!! Aiya..now El and Didi cannot take picture already la...too bad girls..another time eh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;P.S Please invest in a good sunblock. I can recommend a few that is suitable for oily skin, and BB creams are the in thing!! No more liquid foundation for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-1487632705992253124?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1487632705992253124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekly-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1487632705992253124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1487632705992253124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekly-update.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-3329828602551174601</id><published>2009-08-02T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:06:05.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VITAGEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like drinking vitagen. In fact, I LOVE drinking Vitagen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuttttt, NEVER drink Vitagen on an empty stomach or drink 3 bottles at one go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it will just give you gastric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my stomach is protesting over the amount of Vitagen I have inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go toilet soon I think....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Complicated people have complicated lives. NEVER try to mess up a person's marriage. What goes around comes around right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-3329828602551174601?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3329828602551174601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/vitagen-i-like-drinking-vitagen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3329828602551174601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3329828602551174601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/vitagen-i-like-drinking-vitagen.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-6377705713613923287</id><published>2009-08-01T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:41:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S TIME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I 'fess up right? Hahahaha..not yet, not yet, soon ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will be the first to know, I promise. No declaration here though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll tell. Soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4374589397492624314-6377705713613923287?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6377705713613923287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/6377705713613923287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/6377705713613923287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-3589484320294560891</id><published>2009-07-25T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:43:19.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTENTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what your intentions are, but I'll just give you the benefit of the doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me when I say that I won't let you treat me the way you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be spouting your sincerity to me, but believe me when I say I don't trust you a single bit. I am pretty sure you are asking yourself whether it was a good decision that you made..hmmm...I don't know..and I am pretty sure you don't trust me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your intentions are pure and sincere, but really, are you sincere??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. But like I said, I will just give you the benefit of the doubt cause I don't wish to analyse and judge people by the things they do or say. I may have done so in the past, but in this instance, no la, it's just not worth my time, so I will just let it be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting you at an arm's length. I have no desire to know what is going on in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, but that's just the facts of life. I have my own and I am looking forward to mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer want to burden myself with the past. What's done is done and there is no getting past it.&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/4374589397492624314-3589484320294560891?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3589484320294560891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/intention-i-have-no-idea-what-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3589484320294560891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3589484320294560891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/intention-i-have-no-idea-what-your.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-5122451388793125509</id><published>2009-07-21T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:13:09.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SHORT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrrr..what to update eh?? Not much as usual. I am so sorry that my blog is getting even more of a bore to read each day...Paiseh leh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I am clueless as to what to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really want to blog about work cause I have decided that it's off limits. I don't even visit my blog from my laptop at work. Paranoid, I know. But I know they can track what websites I have been visiting, so better play it safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is same old, same old for me. Nothing new or exciting going on at the moment. All I know is work, tuition, work, tuition, work and more tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day out of sheer desperation, I almost blogged about my beauty regime, what stuff I use on face etc, etc, but then, I realised that I don't even bother putting on make up to work cause it is pointless when the make up just melts off after a few hours of handling errrr...non-adults. And my face has many flaws, so whats the point of talking about my beauty regime when I barely take care of my face??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so after much deliberation, I decided not to go with that topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what else is there to talk about??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!!!! I have a new cat, her name is HITAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom named her. And surprise, surprise, she is super black from head to toe with only a white on her chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I have 3 cats. Kekekekeke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, lazy to update some more la. I'll talk about HITAM more on my next entry ya?? At least something to write about hor......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-5122451388793125509?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5122451388793125509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-update-errrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/5122451388793125509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/5122451388793125509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-update-errrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-7052217419273405408</id><published>2009-07-10T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:34:51.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOCKING SMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise. Received a sms from the ex-friend again yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as usual, I have absolutely no idea what she means by her sms. Is she trying to be friendly? Is she just asking out of curiosity? Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't know what to say to her. It is simply too awkward. Too much has happened between us for me to pretend that everything is alright between us. In reality, I think we both know that it won't be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are reading this, I am sorry, I really have no idea how to even reply your message. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-7052217419273405408?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7052217419273405408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/shocking-sms-surprise-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7052217419273405408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7052217419273405408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/shocking-sms-surprise-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-499272077440814084</id><published>2009-07-07T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:23:03.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMEMBERING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really miss her. But after all that happened, it is not that easy to move on. It is not easy to forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though we may have forgiven each other, it is that awkwardness that we will feel if we still remain friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would have no idea what to say to her and I would not know if I could ever trust her again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to reach out to her sometimes but I fear that she will make fun of me like she did before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to apologise to her in person but I fear that there is something in me that will still hold a grudge against her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to remain friends, but I fear that she is no longer the person I once knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4374589397492624314-499272077440814084?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/499272077440814084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/499272077440814084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/499272077440814084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-9186741088552373224</id><published>2009-07-04T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:07:59.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no mood to blog nowadays. Plus, with work getting so busy and my schedule packed with tuition after working hours, the only time I have to blog is during the weekends, provided that they are not eaten up by tuition itself. Sigghhhhh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered closing this blog, but I think for now, I'll just let it be. If I don't blog for months and months, then I will probably close it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I also have no idea what to blog about. No inspiration also. I think ah, I have to try Google man. Seriously. Hurhur.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-9186741088552373224?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9186741088552373224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-mood-i-seriously-have-no-mood-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/9186741088552373224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/9186741088552373224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-mood-i-seriously-have-no-mood-to.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-3538845267176537232</id><published>2009-06-24T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:45:45.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUDlMBR-dQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="400" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if any of you have NOT read the book, PLEASE, PLEASE go and get it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie trailer's out!! Can't help feeling that they should have casted Orlando Bloom as Henry though. Eric Bana..errr...macam tak kena ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bawled my eyes out reading the book and I just read it for the second time a few weeks ago cause the story can be confusing. And I finally figured out the ending, as in what actually happened to Henry. Hurhur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Henry disappears in the book and in the movie caught me by surprise though. Reading the book, I always envisioned Henry disappearing with a "POP!". You know, like a magician like that. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I am excited to see the movie!! But why ERIC BANA??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-3538845267176537232?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3538845267176537232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-travelers-wife-okay-if-any-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3538845267176537232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/3538845267176537232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-travelers-wife-okay-if-any-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-1070012939366848580</id><published>2009-06-22T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:57:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that you don't care enough. That you chuck me away on one side after you get what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that when I say something, you don't listen. You just get defensive and say that I am the one who does the same thing to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make my point but you don't really seem to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall not bother la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very neglected today. Must be the period blues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-1070012939366848580?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1070012939366848580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-sometimes-i-feel-that-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1070012939366848580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1070012939366848580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-sometimes-i-feel-that-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-1707185862662093666</id><published>2009-06-19T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:58:14.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SIMPLE LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started at 7.45 am. Next destination, Mustafa Centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chappati and teh for breakfast. Super delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the essentials and shopping at Mustafa. Took about 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me shopping like nobody's business. Getting important stuff la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To AMK to take a break. Playing the flute and piano. Playing Resident Evil 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun and spending quality time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, trying on my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soto Ayam, Rojak Mama and Soyabean drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Orchard to look for my Yak Pak at Heeren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly farts while I was looking at a particular bag. HEHEHEHEHE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him fibbing that his hair on the arm is gone and that means I have to do what again baa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaa Buuuu Biiii...."take out the buuuu," he says. Kongsam nak mampus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand looking strangely bloated infront of the mosque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bangkit for contacts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearie paying it for me :) Thank you soooo much my dear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my simple life with my simple guy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S GIRLS!!!! Bile nak jumpe lagi ni????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-1707185862662093666?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1707185862662093666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-life-day-started-at-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1707185862662093666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1707185862662093666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-life-day-started-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-5330252338519813445</id><published>2009-06-16T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:22:01.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST PUT THE BLAME ON ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to accuse another of any wrongdoing she/he has done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to point the finger and get angry in an instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is so hard to forgive a person for what he/she has done to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember clearly what happened late last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cat fights, the bitchiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back, I realise I should not have bothered confronting her. How silly I was. How I stooped to the most childish level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, now I realise that she was too much of a coward to tell it to my face and instead wrote about it in her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am no longer angry or upset, but I realise the foolishness of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder, if I had not confronted her or asked her about that particular entry on me and my friends, whether we still would have remained friends till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, things happen for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read her blog just now, and apparently she is going through the same situation of telling another person she is disappointed in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you girl. If you ever read my blog again, just want to say that from my point of view, it's better you tell the person what you think of herby telling her face to face rather than keep it all in and talk about the person in your blog, cause that just shows how much of a coward you are and you naively let her take advantage of you. In that aspect, you still have not changed and you still have not learnt your lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe you are just you and you do not have the heart to tell it to her face. Who knows right? I no longer know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the sms you sent me saying that it took you along time to forgive me. Well, just so you know and realise, I too, have something to forgive you for. I have forgiven you for what you said about me and my friends, but I have not forgotten. I was upset back then because I could not believe you had the nerve to implicate my friends and you never tried to understand me. You say you are the bigger person than me, but sadly I disagree with you, cause at least, I NEVER called YOUR friends names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that was all in the past. And I have never told you how you have disappointed me, but it does not matter now, cause we are no longer friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the success in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-5330252338519813445?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5330252338519813445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-put-blame-on-me-it-is-so-easy-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/5330252338519813445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/5330252338519813445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-put-blame-on-me-it-is-so-easy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-7793416336227261767</id><published>2009-06-15T11:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:29:08.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary to you and me. Thank you for wishing me. I thought you had forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the journey to 21 months has not been smooth sailing all the way. I am sure that most of you ladies know that it IS hard work to make a relationship work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is not about one person dominating the other. It is, at least to me, a partnership between 2 people who care, love and respect each other as individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go into a relationship, you commit yourself to it. Sure, I have heard people say not to give 100% of yourself to your other half cause you just end up being consumed by the relationship and forgetting who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, to a certain extent, I admit that sometimes I give too much of myself in my relationship. However, with time, I try not to lose myself in the process. The joys of being in a relationship involves me giving myself whole-heartedly to my other half until he really knows me inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, there are times where a couple just need their OWN personal time; ME time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a relationship does not mean forsaking your friends for your other half. That is seriously unhealthy. Honestly, having girl-time with your girlfriends is important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have been together for a period of time, the "honeymoon" period starts to fade away. You start getting too comfortable with each other. In some instances, you start getting complacent and you may start taking each other for granted. The lines that you once drew about being respectful to one another sometimes gets blurry as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some instances, you lose sight of what you once had with your other half. Cracks start to appear and you start seeing the other sides of one another. In some instances you may accept their flaws, even love them for it, but in some instances, you just cannot tolerate those flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are times when you start to drift apart and that's when the communication really breaks down. In some instances, deep down, you know you really love your other half but sometimes, you forget that the relationship needs some romance to keep the spark alive again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some instances, once a couple gets too comfortable with each other, they don't believe in romancing their other half. I find it sad if couples think that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, roamnce is really important. Even buying a little trinket (something romantic) once in awhile shows that you still desire your other half. As a girl, it is important that I feel loved and pampered. Wouldn't you want to feel the same way too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girl who is in a relationship and says that she doesnt need all this is, in my opinion, IN DENIAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girl would love to be romanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is also important to appreciate one another for the simplest gestures they do. Even fetching you, sending you home, or even buying vitamin pills mean something to me. To show appreciation, I feel it is really important I say "Thank you" to my other half cos it shows that you appreciate what your other half did for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, they will feel gratified that you don't take them for granted. This is one of the things I find so important in a relationship. Saying "Thank you". How many of us have forgotten to say such a simple phrase? I admit I may have forgotten at times but I try to make it a habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a relationship, there are bound to be arguments. Sometimes having arguments are healthy for relationships cause it shows that you care. However, if your fights are too frequent, it could mean something is amiss in the relationship. Don't get me wrong, I am no relationship guru, but I am basing what I say in reference to my relationship with my other half as well as errr... a "person" I used to know with his/her turbulent relationships with the ex-es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I learned a few things from this person, and for that I have to give my thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is important. Communicating does NOT just mean talking. It also means being able to LISTEN to one another. When your other half says something you may not neccessarily like at first ( I know I don't), it is okay to be upset. However, I realise that sometimes, that yeah, maybe I am behaving in a way that is bad for the relationship. I try and see it from his point of view. If I have upset him in any way, it is important I aoplogise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologising. Many of us don't do it often enough. I am guilty of this as well. When we have arguments and I am in the wrong, I find it hard to say the words, "I'm sorry". So does my other half. Sometimes I think we don't apologise enough to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing when to give and take is essential. Yup, I can be really stubborn at times and want things done my way. There are instances where my other half relents and there are instances where he puts his foot down firmly. The same goes for him. Admittedly, there are outcomes which I don't neccessarily desire, but I eventually get around to accepting it. Oh well, who said realtionship is a bed of roses anyway?? The thorns are there for a reason isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SjXLkBPW0vI/AAAAAAAAAs4/95xJnkycQQk/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347403952240906994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SjXLkBPW0vI/AAAAAAAAAs4/95xJnkycQQk/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;P.S I do love you, you know..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;P.P.S This entry is just based on my own personal opinion and not directed to any of my friends that I know from this blog, so no offense should be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.P.S Feel free to leave any comments. No hate tags please. Any of those WILL be deleted!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/4374589397492624314-7793416336227261767?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7793416336227261767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-months-happy-anniversary-to-you-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7793416336227261767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/7793416336227261767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-months-happy-anniversary-to-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SjXLkBPW0vI/AAAAAAAAAs4/95xJnkycQQk/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-5224858604067625914</id><published>2009-06-09T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:59:39.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true la. I came across this website in Singapore and they sell T &amp;amp; Co. jewellery like bloody cheap la. Apparently they buy directly from Hong Kong's T &amp;amp; Co. distributor. BUT their privacy policy stated that the jewellery are exact replicas and imitations of T &amp;amp; Co AND that they do not represent T &amp;amp; Co. in any way. So I am confused by what they say. So are they selling imitations or are they selling REAL T &amp;amp; Co. jewellery direct from the distributor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when you order, they deliver it with the T &amp;amp; Co blue box and the pouch as well. However, there will be no invoice as the jewellery is not authenticated by T &amp;amp; Co. shops. Hmmmm..how?? Want to believe or not??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think that these are the real deal. As in T &amp;amp; Co buys it from their Hong Kong distributor and BECAUSE T &amp;amp; Co. is like a MEGABRAND, they authenticise (is there such a word?) their jewellery and sell it for like hundreds of dollars. I don't know which to believe..but I am so, so tempted to buy. Damn!!&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/4374589397492624314-5224858604067625914?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5224858604067625914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-co.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/5224858604067625914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/5224858604067625914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-co.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-558689838178097651</id><published>2009-06-07T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:47:28.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY, I'M NOT MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I'm sorry. Can we make up now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-558689838178097651?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/558689838178097651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-im-not-mad-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/558689838178097651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/558689838178097651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-im-not-mad-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-1249108631081634695</id><published>2009-06-05T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:22:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, I have the time to post pictures up as I am free!! No more meetings until the last week of June!!! Yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That gives me the luxury of spending 2 weeks wherever I want and whatever I want!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe...okay, some of the pics were taken like weeks ago, and I am so sorry cos I haven't really been taking pictures during my outings&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Hmph. Should make more effort la eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other stuff, let me see..okay, I ordered this Queen Helene Mint Julep Masque online. I have a tendency to order cheap things online nowadays. Well, a bottle costs about $12.50, in Sing dollars. You cannot find the masque at normal pharmacies in Singapore cos they don't supply it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've heard really good stuff about the masque, so as usual, I went online to find whether there are people who bought from the US and sells it here. And I found one!! I'm expecting to get my masqe today or tomorrow!! So excited to try it out!! Hopefully the results are as good as the reviews ya?? Once I have tried it out and if any of you are interested to purchase it, I can give you the link of the Singapore supplier I bought it from. Free postage too!! Heh. Okay, enough yakking, some pictures up next!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0W75V9NI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MtHQGaa-Cxw/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719264003421394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0W75V9NI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MtHQGaa-Cxw/s320/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me and the bf..who else right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0WphQcgI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YNXenOUaeYI/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719259070558722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0WphQcgI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YNXenOUaeYI/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0WUsrpEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6USrNPEcEP0/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719253481333826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0WUsrpEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6USrNPEcEP0/s320/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0WGJEn4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Ch2cU0OfURs/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719249573879682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0WGJEn4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Ch2cU0OfURs/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0VhYavyI/AAAAAAAAArw/uN59bnq99QQ/s1600-h/DSC01308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343719239706132258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0VhYavyI/AAAAAAAAArw/uN59bnq99QQ/s320/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hahaha, very cheesy, I know. I made him do it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii1z9w5HyI/AAAAAAAAAso/EkIN5V_6Kc0/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343720862232682274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii1z9w5HyI/AAAAAAAAAso/EkIN5V_6Kc0/s320/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii1zlJS4LI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7XrcnXEx10U/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343720855624147122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii1zlJS4LI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7XrcnXEx10U/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii1zcElY-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/cbeydhDmV9w/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343720853188469730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii1zcElY-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/cbeydhDmV9w/s320/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and my cute lil nephew!!!&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/4374589397492624314-1249108631081634695?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1249108631081634695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-finally-i-have-time-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1249108631081634695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1249108631081634695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-finally-i-have-time-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/Sii0W75V9NI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MtHQGaa-Cxw/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-305338750093437998</id><published>2009-06-04T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:47:40.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME, WELCOME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahah!! Welcome to my new blog ladies!! This time I have opted for a simple layout!! Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am pretty happy with the design that's why. I have finally decided to do something about my new blog and I have done the editing here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My new blog is no longer private..I have decided to make it open to public again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully no hate taggers or drama mama la okay this time? Heh. Okay, that's it for today. Will upload pictures in my next entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-305338750093437998?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/305338750093437998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-welcome-hahahahah-welcome-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/305338750093437998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/305338750093437998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-welcome-hahahahah-welcome-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-1708134964711580273</id><published>2009-05-03T22:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:55:25.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ WHY THE CHANGE?? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Az ni kan, asik asik tukar dia nye blog address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, some of you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause for me, it represents a new start to my life.The start of a new career and the good (and bad) things to come later this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and hope for everything to be smooth this year and for plans to materialise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new blog skin and address is sort of my way of starting things anew and moving on with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reborn again!! Hahaha. so lame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-1708134964711580273?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1708134964711580273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-change-si-az-ni-kan-asik-asik-tukar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1708134964711580273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/1708134964711580273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-change-si-az-ni-kan-asik-asik-tukar.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374589397492624314.post-8602249118886771396</id><published>2009-05-01T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:45:41.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;++ MIND BOGGLING ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mind blogging to see how far I've come since last year. It's surprising to see some of the friends you make and lose along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to see that I've had a new perspective and a new direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older, I find that I get mellower. My circle of friends grow smaller cause now I know whose company I actually prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose a "close" friend, but I realise that I am better off without her. We are better off no longer being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that as I grow older, I am indeed more mature. I think things more thoroughly and I start worrying about finances and savings. Okay, that is a DEFINITE sign that I am getting older. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4374589397492624314-8602249118886771396?l=skiptomybeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8602249118886771396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-boggling-its-mind-blogging-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/8602249118886771396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4374589397492624314/posts/default/8602249118886771396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiptomybeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-boggling-its-mind-blogging-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>azLINa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062280599784367726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Q1mhyc-VaQ/SGh4RwSkV0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5n5Z5pEMVFw/S220/sketch+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
