<?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-877419351090932065</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:25.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theaftermath</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-71219888084204411</id><published>2008-02-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T03:54:09.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't rest it, it will never end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what, i thought the matter can rest. I thought i would not want to host this issue up to the blogging world, but it seems that someone thought i was being over-sensitive and so here i am claiming my stands. Especially when it is not my fault and some people are being patriotic and judgemental saying " there's a better way of discussing things and not telling her off." Well, makesure you dont tell me off in emails as well. I dont take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of collating CRM i happen to read upon a friend's blog about the misunderstanding and misinterpretation issue. Im not hurt in anyway, because i certainly feel that, in the midst of stressful projects, one must mind their sayings OR perhaps wiriting.The entry she typed was probably to state her thoughts. Seriously it doesnt matter. We always have a choice in life, to treat the fun way or the serious way. I know the stress of a leader. Well who doesnt know. and for fuck sakes's this isnt scarsm. As far as the truth is concern. I know what it feels to have workload up on you. Honestly, i know her, and her problems face. She usually tell me as well. The only thing was her email that disturbed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course im sensitive bout this issue because the CAPS and EXCLAMATION mark was on me. It wasnt on anyone else so apparently you dont feel the bite. To be honest its nothing about being against anyone here. Just try to be more sensitive towards one's feelings the next time round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we sorted out this issue. Well, if you still see it as my mistake, so be it.Because you're not the one facing this. Well, the people that are close to me should know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you never had feeling of what it is like to be in her shoes; what she needs to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is doing this for the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please understand that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Personally what has asking her to change the way she writes email so that it doesnt offend anyone got to do with me not understanding her ? Erm, hello, im truly aware what she does for the group. By all means this can go on, if you want to type another entry about this issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bottomline: Words can break or make someone. Therefore, just make sure the next time round, history don't repeat itself.  Oh and if this entry disturbed anyone, dont blame it on me, cause someone decide to talk about this entry first and the main purpose of this entry is just to claim my rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-71219888084204411?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/71219888084204411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=71219888084204411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/71219888084204411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/71219888084204411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-dont-rest-it-it-will-never-end.html' title='you don&apos;t rest it, it will never end'/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6358050960194111550</id><published>2007-09-01T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:29:04.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Luck, Stalkers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6358050960194111550?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6358050960194111550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6358050960194111550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6358050960194111550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6358050960194111550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-best-you-stalkers.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1402937126919270378</id><published>2007-08-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:32:25.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/angry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Extremely Angry ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My head is as good as a hot-aired-balloon! Im pist with a capital "P". I dont know who has been secretly reading my blog and telling my parents that im back with the boyfriend. Whoever you are mister/miss/madam! You sure gonna get tight slapping from me. &lt;em&gt;(you dont know what can happen if you tell my rents'i can get thrown out the house you know!!) &lt;/em&gt;And i have a huge feeling that my blog readers are increasing. Not for good. Because my life's exposed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK STALKERS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a gazillion reasons why im back with him. Probably because he stands better then you do and i dont see the reason why you fuck-heads are so all-over my life. Dude, if you have a problem with me, you settle it with me and not bitching about me to the parents. You get it! FUCK YOU CHEEBYE!! AND seriosuly, its not wrong to forgive a person. Forgiving isnt a sin! Its a blessing. One fine day u'll regret for not forgiving the person you choose not to forgive. In the first place why you bother so much if im back with him or not? If you choose to be one of the many 1839859 people who disagrees to this relationship, hell yeah, you can always contribute and accumulate to the number of people. I dont give a FUCK. REALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one bright fine day, my parents know this, and i get kicked from the house, well stalkers, have fun with life. You've won! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this doesnt mean im gonna blog about the boyfriend any lesser. He still stands and the biggest priority in my life. Not happy leave, oh ya..go ahead tell the parents. I've loose so many guy friends with this blog. Some were really special to me. But i've realised in life, you cant have too many things and let go of some. So fuck it! I will make do with what God has planned for me. if this doesnt last, im not blaming anyone. This is what faith is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FARWELLS AND GOOD LUCK STALKERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1402937126919270378?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1402937126919270378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1402937126919270378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1402937126919270378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1402937126919270378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-head-is-as-good-as-hot-aired-balloon.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2709260952927009406</id><published>2007-08-29T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:42:01.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sympathetic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Discontent ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/iloveyouboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you Dear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes i really hate the red-tide. Out of pure random and outofthisworld, i can feel sad for no reason. Its insane how it gets to you. Like a sudden attack. Then later i feel happy for being happy and then i feel as though im missing something out of this happiness and i feel so fucking constipated. Fuck the tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, PMS is excess emotions in desperate need of an outlet. I seriously don't know what's wrong with me. Probably its everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2709260952927009406?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2709260952927009406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2709260952927009406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2709260952927009406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2709260952927009406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-miss-you-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3040181758436047563</id><published>2007-08-28T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:11:15.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, tell me im funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God this is &lt;strong&gt;KONEK&lt;/strong&gt; man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/hahah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/PIC5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3040181758436047563?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3040181758436047563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3040181758436047563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3040181758436047563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3040181758436047563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-tell-me-im-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4700014465303212536</id><published>2007-08-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:14:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrights, work was great. Guess what i was showered with today, Durian ice-cream with roche chocolate ice-cream, cheese waffle and 2 prima-deli curry puffs PLUS PLUS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A VERY VERY VERY &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt; HANDPHONE &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ACCESSORIES&lt;/span&gt; FROM &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SWAROVSKI&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/loveyoumanager.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my manager bought that for me. Common people, tell me they love having me! Yes!! Oh my, im so in love with that hp thingy. FYI Its $159 Buckaroos!!! If the picture's not convincing enough, go down to any swarovski outlet to check them out.Mine's lime green in color. Its no joke. Its MINE. M.I.N.E! Its genuine leather with swarovksi crystals. I got something that costs $159 for FREE!!!! Damn! Im good! Okay now i can sleep. Nite :D&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/877419351090932065-4700014465303212536?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4700014465303212536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4700014465303212536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4700014465303212536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4700014465303212536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/alrights-work-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4334073093214464229</id><published>2007-08-28T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:59:54.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/recumbent.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleepy] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/fatyn-voch/drinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! My sister is teaching me some Italiano words. Hail her! And now she's chanting some Italian words like Iziano, Sanjovay, Indicazioney, Jaffrica, Demaniazoney. Holy shit i catch no balls. Like really. And that's her exam! Tell me if that's hard or hard, hard. And oh! She had to master the wines, how its done, and the freaking ingredients! And its not a bottle or two of wines that she's got to memmorise but 2 to 4 cartons of different wines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe when she needs help in tasting, im willing to volunteer!! :)) But you've got to keep it a secret not to tell the boyfriend or, he'll hang me upside down! HAHAHA! Boyfriend is rather stern with me in religious aspects. Sometimes how i crave for Fish and Co, he still wont take me there cause its not halal. And the fact that today he call me 2256187 times just to ensure that i sembahyang. Sometimes, when he nags, i know its for my own good. Okay, now im tired and i want some sleep. So ya, bed, you better be good, because i want to sleep comfortably cause tommorow is a working day- a full one.&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/877419351090932065-4334073093214464229?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4334073093214464229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4334073093214464229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4334073093214464229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4334073093214464229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-sleepy-okay-my-sister-is.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6883710535529060710</id><published>2007-08-27T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:02:09.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, im stuck at home the whole day. What a looser sia! Currently, im happily muching my 20cents ice lolli. Yes, its free! It was a treat from the sister. How nice rite? :)) Oh man! Im glad tommorow im working. Cause im dead bored rite now. Full shift with the favourite supervisor is blessing! Im totally looking forward to tommorow and not forgetting Wednesday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mysexylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my poly-firends to bits. We're one happy family and the extended temporary one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6883710535529060710?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6883710535529060710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6883710535529060710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6883710535529060710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6883710535529060710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-im-stuck-at-home-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6166810817403581118</id><published>2007-08-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:28:13.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/enthralled.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enthralled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the future entrepreneurs i tell you. From left to right; Lizah, Shila, Fatin, Nurul and Keristein. I need more pictures from the girl wearing the pink dress!! STARHUB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/melizahshilanurulkereistein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6166810817403581118?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6166810817403581118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6166810817403581118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6166810817403581118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6166810817403581118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-enthralled-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3566805059153436351</id><published>2007-08-27T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:03:59.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Current Mood:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/dorky.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dorky]&lt;br /&gt;[Current Song: Chain Hang Low-Jibbs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandmydarl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me wana surrender my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I'm missing the boyfriend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a bad sign cause obviously, im going to endure this "miss-you-syndrome" for an estimation of 2 weeks :( It's saddening cause today is only the second day. That makes another worthless 14 days of pure counting down. Baby, I'll wait for you right here patiently like a good little girl. :)) Convincing enough? Hehehe. Wells, here's a shout out to Shaifi and the friends: Thank you for painting the walls of my master bedroom's toilet and the kitchen's toilet. And I say thankyouverymuch. It was rather nice to see the toilets are vibrant white and the ceiling looks so much better. Oh well done you Jurong guys!! Good Job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. Nothing beats a lousy day then this. My Internet connection is down like for 3 bloody days this is because the mother decides to use the house phone and POOF! The connection is stripped! Secondly, the very very bulging stomach is growling like nobody's business and guess what! The fridge's empty! Anyone cares to re-fill the fridge with yogurt, ice-cream pints from Hagen-Daaz or Ben and Jerry's, Chocolates, Tidbits or Crackers. Anyone? Anyone? I'll promise to love you for the day! Really!! Adding salt to the wound, im writing all my daily rambles and entries on a WordPad, hoping once the Internet connection is back to stability, I can virtually Ctrl+A and then Ctrl+C and then Ctrl+V it to Blogger's posting page. And to go out this week is a really bad idea cause Nur Fatin Ajman has the word BROKE written across the forehead. Pathetic isn't it, I'm left with $30 bucks for the week. Someone tell me how can I handle this situation like a professional. If truth is to be told, Nur Fatin's middle name has always been BROKE. :)) Oh! MAYBE Maybe, I should just use father’s hp to blog-out my entries. The wonders of technology. Now I can blog, in the comfort of a taxi or a bus happily typing my entries away. Okay now make friends with the father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the Internet connection is still down, im going to type more nonsensical ramblings. You may choose to leave from velevetlaces.blogspot.com cause apparently, what im going to type in the next few minutes might have wasted your 3-5 minutes of your precious life. Make a choice. Life is all about making choices. Sounds familiar? HAHAHA. Moving on, I think, I should sit down and have some say about my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Too often, the things I hanker for in life, is the things I could not acquire. For instance, I always wanted an "A" for at least a module. Well, according to the grapevines, that didn't happen to me. Not even once in my Counting 3 years of the Poly life. I have always yearned for a relationship that's full of sincerity. There' nothing much that I ask besides the truth and the earnest and heartfelt sincerity for me. Are there such guys in the first place or am I living in the world of fantasy to have those criteria's built in a guy. Sometimes the thoughts that I pondered over were never answered. Possibly, there's no answers to it or maybe, the answers are yet to have researched against it. OR MAYBE it’s just me being me, cause I have a huge weakness for Mat-Rep(s). It appears that even knowing; that these guys do not encompass those criteria, I still fall for them. :( It's miserable why my existence works this way. But ironically, I've learnt to be stronger emotionally and mentally despite of these downfalls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I once mistook love for obsession. Today I knew that if he were yours, he' come back to you again, no matter how many times he makes you down cause his presence makes you complete. Maybe we're meant to be. Maybe that's what faith had planned for us. And we're destined to be together. I've learnt to be forgiving and be a better girlfriend for the future for him or maybe to others. Maybe the journey of us might stop tomorrow or later. Whoever im with I know it's the best for me cause God wants the best for me. Positively, I surrender my life to God; He is my source of existence and savior. His decisions are never wrong and to all things that occur in life, there’s a profit and a reason behind it cause I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MOTHERFUCKER I JUST TYPE AN EXTREME-LY LONG ENTRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3566805059153436351?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3566805059153436351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3566805059153436351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3566805059153436351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3566805059153436351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-dorky-current-song-chain.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8904206210551327307</id><published>2007-08-26T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:08:08.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/working.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New word for the week: KANINEH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/chamwhoringathome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes apparently, instead of using KANNINA, the replacement word would be KANNINEH, that makes a sin lesser isn't it? It still sounds vulgar like it should be thus, that doesn't defeat the whole purpose rite? HAHHAHA. Today marks the first day of my 11 weeks of holiday, which equals to an approximate of 3 Months :D Tell me something, that's a freeaaakkkiinngg long break. But betting with my ugly-little-toes, im sure to be missing school by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im working tomorrow! Im all excited, sexcited and animated, it's close to a month that I last work. Yeah! Since its holidays, im going to work hard to get more $$$ kechings so I can go shopping, like again. I so cant wait lar!! Next payday is on the 20th oh please please I need more money to do the hair and get myself a new phone or maybe a dig cam. Pathetic how I don't own a dig cam rite? I know it's a sad sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mylove-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So today, I spent the entire day with the boyfriend. Oh yes! He's body is toned up for good. Now he looks fitter with those hard arms and abs, he's more huggable now. :D And on a happier note, he has officially stop smoking!! :)) Im one happy girlfriend. Before I forget, Borne Ultimatum is good, Eventhough I didn't watch the part one and two, its amazing how I understood what the story was all about. Today the boyfriend is such a love. Maybe it's the little things that he does that make me really happy. Like really happy with a Capital H. :)) Oh man, the time flew like a whimp whenever im with him, counting from tomorrow onwards, I won't be meeting him for an unfair amount of 2 weeks. :( What a drag to life. Well if anyone has any plans, count me in ya, okay I mentioned this and I’m mentioning it again. WHAT A LOOSER SIA!! HAHAHA. Or maybe I'll just cross my fingers and pray hard, that he wont be confined next weekend. Why does confinement exists in the first place? Till then, I love the boyfriend. :) Like really much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/worldbyebye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shoutout to Aida and Rafta: Im sorry for not making it to Semapang Bedok to celebrate the 2nd Anniversary of the Singlehood. Thousand apologies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8904206210551327307?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8904206210551327307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8904206210551327307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8904206210551327307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8904206210551327307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-working-new-word-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3923758226049449853</id><published>2007-08-25T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:10:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Current Mood: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/chipper.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Chipper&lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERLASTING FREEDOM OF 11 WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise and likesaid, I'm positive that im not the first to tell you this. "Its the end of exams for the year 3 Marketing students" Isnt it AWESOME Baby! Oh wells. Each and every individual has been practically counting down to this minute. And here it is, RIGHT HERE, RIGTH NOW. THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS OUT!! The feeling of not having projects and exams to mug and concentrate, is the best part of life where freedom&amp;happiness is concern. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS, DXO, DOUBLE 0 are on my current to-do-list for the week. Wells, i dont think im able to fufill that on time because, looking at the calender that is staring back at me on my desktop, fasting month falls on September which is actually..next month people! This means, less sins, less grinding, less gossiping, less bitching and DEFINITELY LESS EATING. :D Well fasting is a breeze for me. Really. I have been fasting since the kindergarten days, so it has never been a chore and i always look forward to the Bazaar at Geylang, the times we break fast together with the classmates/schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we enjoyed Seol Garden as one united faimly with the extended ones. Oh man. The cost was a BOMB! Greater than BOMB infact. $200++ buckaroos for a seven eater. That's quite expensive from a Seol Garden on a weekday right?? Damn that "mama". He must have cheated us. DAMNIT! Pictures are with Shila cause she apparently brought the DG Cam. How nice. :) Okay we're strong cam-whorers okay! I've got to admit that. I will host those pictures once i get hold of the email alright? Cause Shila is plainly lazy to even send the pictures via net. Hiaz. Someone needs a re-definiton for lazy today. For Shila, she's EXTREMMMMEEE! Hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, i laghed hysterically when i saw this video. I wish he's my brother. Really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go press play or u'll regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ib0Tll3sGB0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ib0Tll3sGB0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA! Well, that's for today :D and tommorow im meeting my B.E.L.O.V.E.D Boyfriend! Yeah! Oh, love you got me addicted. I love you so much :D Wait! that makes today since it already pass 12:00am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3923758226049449853?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3923758226049449853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3923758226049449853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3923758226049449853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3923758226049449853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-chipper-everlasting.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4395380876409042354</id><published>2007-08-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:57:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/lonely-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lonely]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i just fell in love with this song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-4395380876409042354?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4395380876409042354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4395380876409042354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4395380876409042354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4395380876409042354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-you-walk-away-i-count-steps-that.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-9080280440628310027</id><published>2007-08-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:44:58.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/annoyed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annoyed]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its about time to update this space again. Dont exapct anything new, its just the same old ramblings of a 19 year old kid currently in Nanyang Polytechnic in a life full of nightmares. Wait! The above sentence need some ammendments. 19 Year old kid?? WHAT THE FUCK! Im no longer a kid! Im frigging old! Going 20 soon! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was painful. Guess what! I couldn't sleep and surprisingly,im still energetic and full of drive to blog. Oh yes, as i was saying, i couldnt sleep! Probably i ate fucking TOO much at Bedok Corner for dinner. I had bowls of Cheng Teng, A plate of Fried Kway Teow with Cockles, Black Carrot Cake, Nasi Ayam and Mee Hoon Goreng Pataya. At i had a taste to everything. Oh man! Those sinful oily indulgence of mine! Yikes! HAHAHHA. Come to think again, i must have gained kilos from yesterday's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Oh you've got to listen to this. i call it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Case Of My Otah-Otah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets just say, before me, mum and sis headed for Sempang Bedok to have our lunch cum dinner, we decide to do a stopover at Bedok South Market to get this amazingly nice otah-otah. We Love the otah otah soo much that we dont want to eat it. We want to sinfully enjoy the 20 sticks of Otah-Otah at home while we mug for our exams together in the comfort of our room. So at 8:30pm we reached home. We're still full, so we thought of saving those otah otah and only sart eating when we start burning the midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later we hear a "click" at the front door. And guess what! Dad's home! Heres the part. If dad's home, it basically means Food Monster's home and he will gobble down all our otah otah.Me and sister starts to panic. We want to rush to the kitchen and save the otah-otah but we're afraid, its quite obvious that we dont wanat to let monster have the share so it ended up we being too late. We were left with 10 otah-otah. That means 5 for each of us. :( We're sad. Very sad! Then father came into our room and guess what, he donated 2 otah otah sticks to us! LOOK AT HOW PATHETIC HE IS! He gave us friggin 2 otah-otah only cause he couldnt manage to finish. In other words, the leftovers.We're sad and promised that, Otah-Otah must be kept in the study room and hide it in a very safe place where no one can see them except me and my sister only. You know, because of that we hd no drive to study! So unfair kan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-9080280440628310027?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/9080280440628310027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=9080280440628310027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/9080280440628310027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/9080280440628310027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-annoyed-its-about-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4066373333844617978</id><published>2007-08-22T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T04:39:03.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Confused]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shabuya Shabuya Hey Hey Shabuya Roll Call. Oh tell me, this is all the cheer-leader inspired kinda stuff. :) Nevertheless, Time Check now is 7:30pm. Almost a day is gone. That left me with one full day tommorow to mug on my studies. :) Damn! International Marketing has never been a breeze. Be it the individual project and the group project. Oh man! Its a sin to be typing and blogging away. Okay maybe i'll start tommorow for good! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mehaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, someone tell me what can i do with the hair. It feels like hay, i like the length, but i think i need to change the color to blonde, but i dont want to bleach it. Someone please tell me how can i meet all this requirements simultaneously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay its a matter of time that i pen down my thoughts and feelings.I need my time alone to actually ponder, contemplate and do some reflections on things I did all this while. This week is infact the most unexplainable week. Its the most stressing week by far. With the major exams that are very very un-manageable and the boyfriend. You know those re-re-patch moments are never always blissful. You do face huge arguments which, a simple mistake will lead you to another break-up. Ya, that's the case. Im menatlly tired. Really, i need the brain booster or u'll see the flimsy fatin every now and then. We're currently back for good and i hope we'll stay long for this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much la &lt;strong&gt;CHIPMUNK&lt;/strong&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/877419351090932065-4066373333844617978?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4066373333844617978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4066373333844617978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4066373333844617978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4066373333844617978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-confused-shabuya-shabuya.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6110421991617892067</id><published>2007-08-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T02:27:59.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Current Mood: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/jubiliant.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jubiliant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my sister's goal a few days ago. As you can see, she says "jogging" in the moring. Guess what! Even at 1:00pm, she's still snoring away. And here's another point that needs major attention, Its a choice to sleep or study. Choose one, not do both! &lt;em&gt;HHAHAHAA.&lt;/em&gt; Yes! She apparently slept and not study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world! Im feeling extremely happy! Like really! It must be the morning prata that i ate with mum before i sat for my examinations. :D Today was the first paper that was manageable out of 3 major papers that i sat which comprises of (Global Supply Chain, Human Resource Management and Quality Management) Can you friggin believe it? I couldnt do any of those papaers. And when i say i cannot do, it deosnt mean 2-3 questions. Its like 2-3 sectins of the paper. Thus, the big focus here is to at least scrape through and get a pass. It seems that i have to keep crossing my fingers. :D Because some people define "cannot do" as not being able 1-2 questions. But for me, " cannot do" basically equals to "bare-ly can pass" Trust me! This is for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling you again, i'm glad that Marketing Research was kind to me! That was a good motivation for me to mug and get ready for the last paper which is IM (International Marketing). By far, this is the toughest subject to understand during my daily curiculumn days. So hopefully, im able to pull this off on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got so many weekends plans already. AND ya Friday as well!! :DD Im the happiest girl for the day. And guess what, the boyfriend, confinment is stripped! Thus this means im able to meet him on Fri, Sat and Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, Im one happy girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6110421991617892067?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6110421991617892067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6110421991617892067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6110421991617892067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6110421991617892067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-jubiliant-this-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1012928129970642970</id><published>2007-08-22T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T03:10:37.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So let me tell you this&lt;br /&gt;I Fucking Love this Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ku punya rasa tak terungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dalam memori hati dan benar ku simpan&lt;br /&gt;Berat menerima kau pergi&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa alasan juga kau buat aku.. bertanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beribu senandung yang ku nyanyikan&lt;br /&gt;Pelipur lara basuhkan dahaganya sukaku&lt;br /&gt;Kata termanis hanya untuk dia kekasih sepanjang hidup&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih merindukannya.. haa aa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ku amat berarti di mata engkau&lt;br /&gt;Telah ku ukir wajahmu lama dalam hati aku&lt;br /&gt;Namun kau hilang dan takkan kembali juga&lt;br /&gt;Ku merasa sepi, ku sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beribu senandung yang ku nyanyikan&lt;br /&gt;Pelipur lara basuhkan dahaga sukaku&lt;br /&gt;Kata termanis hanya untuk kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih merindukannya.. haa aa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ku amat berarti di mata engkau&lt;br /&gt;Telah ku ukir wajahmu lama dalam hati aku&lt;br /&gt;Namun kau hilang dan takkan kembali juga&lt;br /&gt;Ku merasa sepi, ku sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun kau hilang dan takkan kembali juga&lt;br /&gt;Ku merasa sepi, aku sendiri... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1012928129970642970?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1012928129970642970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1012928129970642970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1012928129970642970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1012928129970642970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-let-me-tell-you-this-i-fucking-love.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3070986025122783356</id><published>2007-08-21T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:35:55.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandthebff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And look at how engrosss he is, when he plays the Xbox360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really im not used to having bf, that's currently serving the national service. Because i just received a message that his being confined. That makes my weekend a piece of crap! Anyone got any plans this wekend? Count me in ya! Damn i sound like a looser sia! &lt;em&gt;hahhaha&lt;/em&gt;! Now i shall continue to mug my Human Resource Management for good! Exams in 2 hours time! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3070986025122783356?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3070986025122783356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3070986025122783356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3070986025122783356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3070986025122783356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-look-at-how-engrosss-he-is-when-he.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5962340529688036480</id><published>2007-08-18T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:23:04.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant wait to meet my lovey-dovey boyfriend later!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&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;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meagain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5962340529688036480?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5962340529688036480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5962340529688036480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5962340529688036480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5962340529688036480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-wait-to-meet-my-lovey-dovey.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5902948126170439661</id><published>2007-08-17T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:02:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like home to me</title><content type='html'>[Current Mood: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/lonely.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written for that special someone who used to be there for me. Who once dedicated this song to me. Ironically, despite of the lyrics of the song, i still dont get it, when its so clear. I know your plight. Im not blaming you for the things we've done. Im sorry if i came into the picture and make the whole scenario more complicated for you. Difficult for you to choose from and at the end of it, im washing my hands off. Im sorry Hairil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandhairil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Im not being a fucking bitch here. But i guess i apparently set too much hopes for people. Well setting and having hopes arent hopes afterall. Cause they are just false hopes. Well, I've learnt to only love one person. I cant seem to love anyone else even it means myself. I've said my sincere apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5902948126170439661?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5902948126170439661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5902948126170439661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5902948126170439661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5902948126170439661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-sorry-this-is-written-for.html' title='Feel like home to me'/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5536826132915685779</id><published>2007-08-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T08:35:08.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/frown.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Dissapointed]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I feel I as if I've have sinned too much this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anyway, let me flying fucking-ly give you a brief update on today's Quality Management(QM) paper. Well it gets really infurating when you put every ounce of effort to just mug your ass through, making sure that you memorize and swallow every single important detail that the lecturer said was important, making sure that u'll be close to perfection so that later when you do the papers u'll know u'll do good. Afterall thoese are the big efforts you put in, to memorize and understand for bloody flying fucking days. Amazingly today at 4:30pm i sat in the examination hall and realised that the important lectures that the lecturer told you wasnt out! and some stupid lectures happened to be the compulsory questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you teacher. You've just cheated my feelings and I've apparently lost my drieve to study for my other modules :( Why do this to me on my first paper! &lt;em&gt;AAAaarrggghh&lt;/em&gt;! Im sad. I want to die! Well i feel like dying. Anyone would like to join? I'll promise its beneficial you Dumb Shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5536826132915685779?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5536826132915685779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5536826132915685779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5536826132915685779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5536826132915685779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-dissapointed-why-do-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7028231274620262368</id><published>2007-08-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:02:14.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh man! Its 3 hours before My Exam paper start! God please give me the strength to do well! Amin!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7028231274620262368?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7028231274620262368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7028231274620262368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7028231274620262368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7028231274620262368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-man-its-3-hours-before-my-exam-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1026151299890857425</id><published>2007-08-16T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:54:32.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current mood&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/exhausted.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exhausted]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can't have. Desire leaves us heartbroken, it wears us out. Desire can wreck your life. But as tough as wanting something can be. The people who suffer the most, are those who don't know what they want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world. Currently, bloodshot watery eyes are making me look like a drug addict. Nose feels a little ticklish accompanied by random sneezes here and there. I hate sneezing. I can literally feel my heart skip a beat when I do and it makes me feel suffocated.Maybe that's the cause from excessive LATE NIGHT studying. You know what, probably the day that i'll give up blogging is the day i die. Oh DUDE! Even after hours of mugging, i still have the drive to blog. Eventhough it means a few pathetic sentences. Maybe i have forgotten to switch the blog mode off since its exam period. I shall off it tommorow. Wait that makes today since its 4:00am in the morning. Ey! That sounds like the gwen Stefani song isnt it? :D Even after writing this entry, trust me i wont change and you'll see me blgging. Tommorows my exam dude! And NYP has officially make it clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS NO MORE SUB-PAPERS! THAT MEANS, ONCE FAIL REPEAT LA!!! NO OTHER ALTERNATIVES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meslip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;So ya; Hello Bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1026151299890857425?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1026151299890857425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1026151299890857425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1026151299890857425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1026151299890857425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-exhausted-too-often-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2602127529184585023</id><published>2007-08-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:03:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[&lt;strong&gt;Current Feeling&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/artistic.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Artistic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You Fucking Blowjob "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! That's an action. Not a vulgar language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my heart had a good excercise! HAHAHA! Russell Peters is so funny. The first stand-up comedy that made me laughed and laughed. Dude! he's awesome in fake-ing those accents. Damn his good! Really! Oh i've learnt that, since the Americans hate terrorist, so indians hate indians. HAHHA. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You moderrr fukerr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;You got to say thatline with an indian accent to get the drift&lt;/em&gt;. HAHHAA. Seriously, no intentions to make anyone feeel offended. Go to youtube and click on Russell Peters and laugh like you never did before. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall continue to mug! That was an awesome break to the stressful modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandher.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, hope youre feeling better :D Love you with all my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Do i sound lesbian? I sure hope not! :/)&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/877419351090932065-2602127529184585023?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2602127529184585023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2602127529184585023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2602127529184585023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2602127529184585023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-feeling-artistic-you-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7449114180400176147</id><published>2007-08-15T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:36:24.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/disgruntled.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disgruntled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it when my thoughts and feelings are being questioned by random people who knows no jeez about me. I penned down my thoughts and feeelings cause this is my journal. If you read it, you read it willingly. Not because i told you so. So dont as me "Eh why ar?" "You go back again with him ar?" or dot dot dot. Unless i want to share it with you, maybe i'll tell you more in detail. Till then, the people who usually or somewhat understood what im talking about is my classmate, aida, and the few ex-pizza hut. Others..erm. I leave it on a lighter note, No Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why, i dont bother telling is because, 70% plainly dont care and 30% are just glad. So i dont see the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7449114180400176147?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7449114180400176147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7449114180400176147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7449114180400176147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7449114180400176147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-disgruntled-i-dont-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1042998550875577775</id><published>2007-08-15T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:53:03.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/loved.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loved]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i'll make my way to dream land. I just need to say, I love my boyfriend. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, that's my presentation blazer :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1042998550875577775?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1042998550875577775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1042998550875577775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1042998550875577775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1042998550875577775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-loved-before-ill-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2725408127499671207</id><published>2007-08-15T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:43:30.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/amused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Productive]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Give me a "&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Give me an "&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Give me an "&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Give me a "&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Give me an "&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That makes it &lt;strong&gt;BIMBO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;BIMBO! WHO ME? YES YOU. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Personal joke between me and Aida)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/coffeebeantoday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today i ventured Holland Village by myself :( Sad isnt it? I learnt to become literally independent. The reason why im all alone was because i got no study "kaki" and my friends are apparently mugging thier ass out at the comfort of thier home. Seriously, i cant study at home. This is majorly due to these very sinful reasons especially the FRIDGE! I can make never ending re-trips to the kitchen an open the fridge door so many times, when i actually know, there's nothing else to eat. So as metioned earlier in one of the lines above, i went to HV Coffee Bean. Yeah! Another beannn-iiie day cause Starbucks was full and noisy like a playground. :( Tell you something. Ceaser Salad and Double Vanilla Latte&lt;em&gt;(again)&lt;/em&gt; at Coffee Bean is awesome!!After Holland Village, i continued studying at Bedok with my love. ROHAIDA! Ya she apperently when missing to nowhere! HAHHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/LOVETODAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is why sometimes the prescence of Aida, make me really really bimbotic in a way. Oh my. Finally i had random nonsensical talks with her over iced-milo and Mc Coke . Being with my weak banana eventually equals to having fun time, gossip and perhaps excessive bitching. Oh trust we, we'll stop all this when Ramadan arrives. :D We studied. It was rather productive and i was quite impressive, that i managed to scribble some understanable notes onto the foolscap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that makes today a very powderful and productive :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2725408127499671207?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2725408127499671207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2725408127499671207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2725408127499671207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2725408127499671207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-productive-give-me-b.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4944569939199037266</id><published>2007-08-14T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:26:19.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/accomplished.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Accomplished]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;NUR FATIN&lt;/strong&gt; is making an announcement so &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/strong&gt; people! &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have officially finished .... No! Not studying. But...finished drinking my Marigold Low Fat High in Calcium Milk. HEHEHEH. Now i think, i've the extra calcium to get me to start mugging! WUHHOOO!! Wait!.. What has calcium got to do with the energy? Nvermind. Take it as if there is " a potential energy" in all milk that will make me study like fuck. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of announcement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-4944569939199037266?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4944569939199037266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4944569939199037266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4944569939199037266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4944569939199037266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-accomplished-nur-fatin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6987404090137779921</id><published>2007-08-14T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:44:03.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/googlyeyes.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drunk]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now drop. Now drop. Now drop. Now drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! You know what, i feeling extremely lazy and bored and i dont seem to be in the mood to start mugging. Really. Considering its already Tuesday scares the shit of me. Im afraid i dont have the time to do my last minute revision though! Maybe because i get distracted really easily. Ouh what fuck! Hahaha. Nur Fatin Ajman is plainnnly lazy. With a capital "L" well, that stands for Looser as well. Yada. I thought i might need Lizah to help me out with International Marketing but apparently not, because she's such a sweet mum and she send me the relevant notes via email. :) Oh the love for technology. I would have ade my way through all the way from Tanah Merah to Woodlands and looking like a mofo just to ask some stupid int mktg questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll make my way to Starbucks at Holland Village to study! Okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So ya, &lt;strong&gt;Hello Starbucks, here i come&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its all about the "coffee issue". Maybe i'll venture to The Coffee Connosuire tommorrow. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6987404090137779921?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6987404090137779921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6987404090137779921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6987404090137779921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6987404090137779921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/current-mood-drunk-breathe-in-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7501304585287219927</id><published>2007-08-14T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:46:27.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt; Current Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cranky.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cranky] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT SLEEP DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7501304585287219927?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7501304585287219927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7501304585287219927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7501304585287219927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7501304585287219927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-sleep-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7654675673035313867</id><published>2007-08-14T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:50:19.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Current Mood: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/switching.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrights! This is going to be a long entry with over load pictures. trust me! Hhahahaa! Went study with sister at Airport's Coffee Bean. Not really productive. I only managed to cover 3 chapters. Yup! You heard me rite. Not 3 modules but 3 chapters of a module. I suppose tommorow i'll have to get to serious grounds. No more fooling around. Maybe i'll go study alone where there is lesser camwhoring going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i wanted to go Coffee Bean was because i was craving for the double vanilla tea latte. Yeah! I sound pregnant. I know. So the nearest coffee bean was at the airport. Sad to say, Siglap has the most number of coffee parlour but, they dont seem to have coffee bean. So the sis accompanied me since she wants to study as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happen when my sister and i decide to be lil' hip hop. Trying very very very hard to be eminem lookalike. But ya... forget it, but hey! Reward the effort dude!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the toilet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much coffe, we headed to IKEA cause mum and dad wants to get me a new bed! Funny isnt it when actually my bed is still in PERFECT/GOOD/GREAT condition. I wasnt very much enthusiastic with the search of my new bed, so me and sis decide to Cam-whore as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When usual cam-whoring changes to cheer-leading ispired girls! We started jumpin around like morons! I tell you. Tell me im good! I can jump with my micro-mini-skirt even! &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cb5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and laughed on how silly we look over the pictures. I think we're hyper enoguh due to high coffee-intake earlier on. So we had our most potential jump shot! After IKEA, We proceed on to Giant to get ourselves food. We're kinda starving by then. Fourtunately, Giant closes at mid-night. :D and we went jumping like monkeys even in Giant that caught alot of attention from the public. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, im tired and needs alot alot alot of REST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7654675673035313867?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7654675673035313867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7654675673035313867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7654675673035313867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7654675673035313867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/alrights-this-is-going-to-be-long-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2405173366468687991</id><published>2007-08-13T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:16:07.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll choke back every tear that bleeds&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather rest forever in your arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/Rr_aXYT6rRI/AAAAAAAAABA/0tkA10giVxQ/s1600-h/bp303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098033398404525330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/Rr_aXYT6rRI/AAAAAAAAABA/0tkA10giVxQ/s320/bp303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! Okay ahem! Today i know is gonna be rather productive. :D Yup i can feel it in my funny bone. Eventhough the fact that today im gonna be all by myself because mum and dad out to work, sis out to school and love out to camp, i will be a good girl and start studying for my EXAAAMMSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to start studying yesterday ya'know! Now i have to re-organized the timetable cause im not following to the plans i had. This means that, there are days that i have to study 2 modules concurrently. Tell me if im superwoman maybe i'll be effective enough! Well, im not. I'll start packing and ready to study at 1:00pm I shall make my way to Sigalp and start studying soon. and before i end, i wana say that, i have been eating alot lately. Alot that my tummy, is now a one-united nation, from the radius, it's bigger then a ball. Simillar to a ballon. A hot-aired one! HAHAHA! Till then, i'll update soon Im off to study!&amp;and&amp;amp; last week was the best week ever :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2405173366468687991?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2405173366468687991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2405173366468687991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2405173366468687991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2405173366468687991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-choke-back-every-tear-that-bleeds.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/Rr_aXYT6rRI/AAAAAAAAABA/0tkA10giVxQ/s72-c/bp303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8673472312163420214</id><published>2007-08-13T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:57:59.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: Ewww.. Imagine drinking the goat's milk! It comes from the ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: DUDE!! Milk comes from nipples not ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh ya.. &lt;em&gt;hahhaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOkay, i just come to realise im not right either. Hahaha! It comes from the breast.Isnt it? The nipples? Oh whatthefuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we roamed Singapore from Bedok to Woodlands to City Hall, to Marina Square and the last pit stop was The Army Market. My legs were so wobbly. We had to search for mum's prezzie since its her 42nd Birthday. Oh my, tell me, we're so last minute. Thus we didnt have much pictures taken for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8673472312163420214?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8673472312163420214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8673472312163420214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8673472312163420214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8673472312163420214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/sister-ewww.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3814134883105563839</id><published>2007-08-12T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:52:47.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandhimm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your small you say. " &lt;em&gt;I love you because i need you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;When your mature enough you say " &lt;em&gt;I need you because i love you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you love someone for a lifetime? How do you make a marriage work for all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;" You have to keep falling in love. You just have to keep falling in love with the same person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find any other guy that's able to replace you. Maybe i'll find Mr Right in the future, maybe tommorow, but till today i have not found any. Our relationship has cause so many heartaches and dissapointment but through this, i know what true love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to say when you have the time, because tomorrow maybe one day late.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest regrets are words unsaid and things undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if what im doing is wrong or right. Im following my heart. If another disspointment occurs &lt;em&gt;(which i hope apparently not), &lt;/em&gt;im perfectly fine with it, becuase im immune to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually what are we living for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3814134883105563839?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3814134883105563839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3814134883105563839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3814134883105563839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3814134883105563839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8349602555175586652</id><published>2007-08-12T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:38:29.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked along the school hallway looking at people ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the teachers and lecturers, wondering why are they here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isit because they like their jobs or Us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a mean way but a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they got no heartaches back then, thats why they are able to cope with studies.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pardon me, its the early morning wanting to go to bed random-ness.Considering the fact that its 3:00am now. Shit! and i got religious class at 8:00am. Oh wells. I need those beauty sleep of mine. Dont disturb me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8349602555175586652?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8349602555175586652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8349602555175586652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8349602555175586652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8349602555175586652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-walked-along-school-hallway-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2236668479604495465</id><published>2007-08-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:59:48.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attention!! Nur Fatin Ajman is gonna host a Freaking/Fucking/Friggin-long entry.(&lt;em&gt;well maybe not&lt;/em&gt;). Oh whatever it is, on a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE, THE POEPLE OF MK0503 AND THE REST OF THE YEAR 3s HAVE FINALLY AND OFFICIALLY FINSHED ALL PROJECTS IN THE NYP MODULE SYSTEM FOR THE FIRST SEMESTER !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If you feel happy and proud, you are allowed to chant this message a couple of times ya'know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO BE PROUD AND CELEBRATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but only for awhile okay, exams next on the stress list) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, well, well, today was awe-inspiring. The strength of mind and the fortitude in every group that presented today was remarkable and miraculously mind-boggling. Everyones core aim was to go through these very nervous presentation and to excel it like a whim and eventhough it was somewhat intense at first, we felt that after 15 weeks of hard work, eveything was worthwhile. This never ending Entrepreneurship project was a pain in the vagina. (&lt;em&gt;i learnt to be vulgar from the sis)&lt;/em&gt; We stayback for hours just to dwell over the project, we had to re do, re-redo and just keep changing so many things be it the powerpoint, the business idea, the financial part, the place where our shop is gonna be located, the competitor analysis, the mentor &amp; alot more. It was more then hell. Way beyond.It was alot of f-hardwork. We had mini arguments, disagreements, misuderstanding along the way. But im proud to say my family plus the extended one, Kerestein, was a good group to work with. So i shall say my "thanks" and my "yous" to my very beloved friends as a whole. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before that Zainal said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Fatin, you look like a British woman!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha. RANDOM. I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the and formal &amp;amp; informal shots with the individual family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandlizah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and My Mum. (Lizah) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Manja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandnurul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Elder sister (Nurul) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Georgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandshila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and one of the twins (Shila) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandjenal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and one of the twins (Zainal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The oh-my-god-hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my school family, &lt;em&gt;(you can prepare tissues if you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;comprising of My mum, Lizah, My elder sister Nurul, My twin siblings Shila and Zainal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me Nur Fatin Ajman the second sister wana say my appreciaiton towards you people for the project. Theres no other ways i can say my thanks. Theres no words to express this appreciation of mine, probably its due to my limited vocabulary. Nevertheless, from the bottom of heart, i appreciated the hardwork that was done. It was fucking awesome. Not having a major part or perhaps any part in the project wasnt something i can just wash my hands off. I really really value the sweat and hardwork that was put together to achieve a very powerful project at the end of the day. I want to xtend my special thanks to Shila who allows me to be the first speaker and one of the main presenter for Entrepreneurship Day. I know, it was your role eventually. But because i had a downfall in my written-test result that might have a huge imapct on my overall result, you gave up your position to pass it to me. Assuming that by presenting, in one way or another so that, i can help to boost my marks. You know, theres no way i wana emphaisze my sincere thanks towards you, But really Shila, thank you for the major and heart-felt sacrifice you made. Till then, this doesnt mean i love my other family memeber any less. I love you lizah, nurul and zainal. Thank you so much for giving me the oppurtunity. Once again. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to reality and fun-ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/wan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Courtesy to those who might not know who is Wan, the guy who has been extremely nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i end, i want to extend my thanks to Muhammad Ridwan or My Superman for the support. It's been weeks since we last message and the fact that you wished me the best of luck with lots of good wishes that came along with it till the time i reach school for the actual event, made me feel really really happy and glad. It was rather surprising when you remebered which day my Entrepreneurship Day falls. Oh well maybe that's why or perhaps you're probably the source to my confidence. Hahaha! It was good having you around to help out with my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/myfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this heart-felt moments, we had fun doing photo shoots. Oh my, we're professional models i tell you. i love the family. Really.&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/877419351090932065-2236668479604495465?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2236668479604495465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2236668479604495465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2236668479604495465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2236668479604495465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/attention-nur-fatin-ajman-is-gonna-host.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-9007173871298957940</id><published>2007-08-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T06:42:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow's the big day! &lt;strong&gt;The Entrepreneurship Day&lt;/strong&gt;! Adding salt to the wound, say hello to the first speaker for the group! Me!!  You know what, that doesnt really help in easing the stress and nervous.-ness. Damn it! Wish me good luck people! I need all those luck in the world! Damn im Nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-9007173871298957940?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/9007173871298957940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=9007173871298957940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/9007173871298957940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/9007173871298957940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7636486288508503396</id><published>2007-08-09T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:43:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrqMY4T6rQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8eulQIAPVH8/s1600-h/avaanna677co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096540287383809282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrqMY4T6rQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8eulQIAPVH8/s320/avaanna677co.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;[Currently Listening: Come back to your love; Samantha Mumba]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you around, everything seems fun like a game of hookey pookey. With reasons unknown, we part, for reason known we patch. Till time stands still, im confused for what im doing. But then again, this roller coaster is whole lotta fun and pain. Mesmerized by you, i dont know what im facing is obsession or love? It seems right whatever is wrong. Till then these emocoholistic moments keep stricking in. But i will never find someone new thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me where i belong tonight.Over playgrounds and rooftops, i would love to stay with you even if it means the whole world is against me. I will push all thoseinhibitons aside and take you with me cause i know you never give up on me. I love you so Love. So let the good times roll in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7636486288508503396?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7636486288508503396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7636486288508503396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7636486288508503396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7636486288508503396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/currently-listening-come-back-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrqMY4T6rQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8eulQIAPVH8/s72-c/avaanna677co.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7530256695032415361</id><published>2007-08-09T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:43:01.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RroJPYT6rPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VtbhpVASgXQ/s1600-h/holdingontoaspark.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096396088151813362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RroJPYT6rPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VtbhpVASgXQ/s320/holdingontoaspark.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [Currently Listening: Raghav; Bad Bad Bad]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rushed. The clock's ticking away and here I am standing still, somehow wishing that time would stand still along with me and wait.. just wait for me to gather myself together and be able to stand with my two feet on the ground again. There are uncountable deadlines to meet and I feel pressured. As usual, I feel like I'm a step behind all the rest. Everyone's moving at this unbelievable speed - too fast, I can't catch up. I definitely need some help. Academic advisor, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In order to see the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;It got to rain.&lt;br /&gt;If you want true love,&lt;br /&gt;You've got to go through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its auspiciously right, but its promisingly wrong. What happens when pain veer to hurt? Isit still Love? Or isit you're plainly dumb cause you still want to continue something that you strongly believes that's gonna work out overtime, so now, you plainly being very resilient and ignorant to the fact that things are not getting any better between the both of you. Damn, to re-read, it sounds complicated. But then once understood, this is basically what's life about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came into my head for the past two days. So probably i thought i should penned everything down for my own pratical affair.Maybe, to be spoken isnt a god form, cause you know, they say talk is cheap, so im trying to be expensive here and i think what im doing now is appropriate. Maybe the close one, will get the drift whatthehell im trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7530256695032415361?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7530256695032415361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7530256695032415361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7530256695032415361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7530256695032415361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/currently-listening-raghav-bad-bad-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RroJPYT6rPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VtbhpVASgXQ/s72-c/holdingontoaspark.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5807976307503908801</id><published>2007-08-09T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:07:12.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/latenightstudy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know, that shit in the middle is &lt;strong&gt;MODER-F-EXPENSIVE OKAY!&lt;/strong&gt; Its &lt;strong&gt;$6.80.&lt;/strong&gt; and i was surprised with the size of the cup. Relatively small isnt it? But then again, that &lt;strong&gt;SHIT IS GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Strawberrry Milkshake with double dozey-scoop of stawberyy ice-cream)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Attention!! Its 1:00am in the morning. I just return home from Siglap Gelare. You know whenever i make my way to Siglap i felt it was Home. Maybe because im a loyal true Siglap-ians. I love those nights when i just go there, to study or grab a cup of coffee and rest and say hello to those passerbys because you think you own the place kinda thing. Its LOVE for SIGLAP. That's my ultimate hangout place. I know almost 80 percent of the population there. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its major love. and i shall be loyal till death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever reducndant crap i just analysed above, please, please i worte that due to boredom. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt; So after religious class my sis initiates that we should go to Siglap to study and relax+chill over Gelare's hot coffee but we ended up ahving lung freeze over the milk-shakes. So i spent my time there re-write-ing my script for Entrepreneurship Day. :)) Im so hard-working lar. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt; We stayed till Gelare's closing hours. Till then, im gonna pay Starbucks a visit tommorw. I wish there's Coffee Bean at Siglap cause im somewhat missing Double Vanilla Tea Latte. Any kind souls in the world willing to get me that? You can sent them via FEDEX you know. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;. Good Night and Happy National Day Singapore.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majulah Singapura.... Oh Fatin cut the crap! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5807976307503908801?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5807976307503908801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5807976307503908801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5807976307503908801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5807976307503908801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/attention-its-100am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-106677890390177748</id><published>2007-08-08T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:50:39.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day to all Singaporeans! Yeeeebah!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First line that i crack upon seeing nurul was : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nurul negeri mane kau celebrate ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today as planned, we wore red or white to school or some went for both. So yup. I was rather surprised when i walked down the 300m path to go to school and see a sea of red and white color shirts. Oh my NYP Spirit is such a love la. It somehow instantlty perk me up when i see almost every single student on the stretch of the walkway wearing Singapore related colors. Okay :)) Im&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the pics of Me and Lizah and Nurul and Shila. The red versus the white. Its funny how, Nurul still believes her halter top was Red and not Pink. Ist me colorblind or she's right?? LOLs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/nationalday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall never forget our very drop-dead cute Zainal. Oh my melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Zainal bile kau nak jadi matair aku ekh?&lt;br /&gt;Shila: MAMPOS adik sendiri pun nafsu kuat!! HAHAHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriosuly Zainal has good looks. Even my sis agree. and ya, they are posing with my flesh imp shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zainal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/nationalday2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cicak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/nationalday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, my group mates are love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/nationalday4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya that equals to &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-106677890390177748?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/106677890390177748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=106677890390177748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/106677890390177748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/106677890390177748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-day-to-all-singaporeans.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5744235373385942063</id><published>2007-08-08T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:57:48.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*CAUTION:&lt;/b&gt; This is gonna be a very rubbish entry. (anticipate redundant and gullible, no less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST LOVE GOING TO SCHOOL WITH THE PRESCENCE OF SHILA, LIZAH, NURUL AND ZAINAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pardon me, what im gonna talk about is about this Saturday Entrepreneurship Day :)) I know i know im gonna be nervous on Saturday. You know the nervous germs start kicking in already eventhough its only Wednesday today. Yeah. KINDA HORRIBLE RITE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevr it is, im abit impatient for tommorow cause the mum initiates that her 4 children should wear white or red or prefferbly white and red to show the enthusiasm and pssion and love towards Singapore. AWWWW.. Mum you're such a love. NOT MY MUM! LIZAH MY MUM. :))) So ya after writing this crap entry, im gonna get ironing on my clothes. You know what, i think my blog template is getting more bleah! Its irritating when your idas run dry and you dont know what else should your background should be. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, i think im gonna make sure i place my very very mini memory card into my hp. before i forget and end up not being able to take many many photos for tommorow. Im looking forward for National Day becuase im going out after days being stuck at home with projetcs. But then, that would be the last day of enjoyment. Oh how sad. )): Oh my emotions are pracically mixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5744235373385942063?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5744235373385942063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5744235373385942063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5744235373385942063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5744235373385942063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/caution-this-is-gonna-be-very-rubbish.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3980276497265842453</id><published>2007-08-07T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:21:44.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today my long lost ex-ex-ex boyfriend; Muhammand Nazry decide to call me up. Its funny how guys like to gatal gatal and call other girls eventhough they have a gf. All i can say/do is to SIGH...sigh and SIGGGGHHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need me to elaborate furthur??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is i very very very tired becuase for the past consecutive days i have not been sleeping well. Nvertheless, im more then glad im done with international marketing project now its left with Entrepreneurship Day which is this Saturday! OMG tts a killer. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3980276497265842453?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3980276497265842453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3980276497265842453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3980276497265842453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3980276497265842453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-today-my-long-lost-ex-ex-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4138226196926172658</id><published>2007-08-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T03:46:10.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM CURRENTLY STRESS WITH PROJECTS! AND I GOT NO BLOODY TIME TO STUDY FOR EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKCHEEBYKANNNINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-4138226196926172658?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4138226196926172658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4138226196926172658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4138226196926172658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4138226196926172658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-new-im-currently-stress-with.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7097371189880176870</id><published>2007-08-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:32:19.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Hadi mane kau aku da smpai ITE Simei ni nye bustop&lt;br /&gt;Hadi: Sape suroh Fatin tunggu pat bustop?&lt;br /&gt;Me: then?&lt;br /&gt;Hadi: Go inside and pandai2 cari the stadium. Im there!&lt;br /&gt;me: ..... WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER 15 MINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hadi!! tk jumpe lar!!&lt;br /&gt;Hadi: WAHAHAHAH...dont call me till you find the stadium. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was major crap sey! I was a super-star-karat at ITE Simei on Friday. So if you happen to see a tall girl in home clothes wondering your school at around 6-7pm. Ya thats me. My very very very good friend decide that i should learnt my way in Ite Simei. When i reach the stadium, i must publicly and HONESTLY say that, theres so many good looking malay guys! and i have to scan through the whole stadium just to find my very kind freind. Thanks ekh Hadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so many stares from boys and even girls!! Im felt like a terrorist. HAHAHA. Maybe because no one walks in the school with home clothes and ya..looking lost.. Nevetheless, sorry to those who asked for my number and got rejected. Seriously i felt that ITE SIMEI was a Boys Sch! Till then that was my first Virgin trip to ITE SIMEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough im very very shagged, im might as well update abt something very important cause its not as if, i always get sleepovers at my friends hosue. ((: So it was Hamizah's sisters wedding day on friday and saturday. I was tired really.Now, i see, becoming wedding planner isnt simple as it looks. I mean not literally, but helping out in a wedding ceremony, literally broke my ribs and limbs. Im mentally tired and thats the fact. Me and Hadi arrived at around 8:00 plus i suppose, we started off throwing the garbage and then, we had to change the master's bedroom comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played with the newly bought matress and it tore!! HAHAHAHA!! Mizaha and Hani please dont tell the kakak! Mampos nanti! HAHAHA. It was hadi idea to challenge who can put in those pillow covers the fasters and we ended up having pillow fights and ripping the covers. Hhehhehe.. We're evil i know. But it wasnt intentionally. Hur Hur Hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kahwin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stupid shagged faces. HAHAHA..Can you friggin believe it? I never kopek taugey in my entire life at 3:00am. And if you think the groom and bride room's a good job, you might want to consider hiring me and hadi to do the room. Hehhehe..((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. we got tired so we palyed at the playground in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kahwin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Day. Groom's getting his vows done.Stress and kanchong attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kahwin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride happily waiting for the soon to be husband to come into the room. While she entertains the eyes with the many many gifts that's she's being showered with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kahwin4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/kahwin5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, today was a super enjoyable day especially with the prescence of Nurul and Hanif our ex-pizahut mates. Things got pretty interesting as the days go by. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/ne0phr34k1380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7097371189880176870?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7097371189880176870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7097371189880176870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7097371189880176870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7097371189880176870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-hadi-mane-kau-aku-da-smapi-ite-simei.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2600410617251764273</id><published>2007-08-03T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:13:42.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: Hari ini dan semalam by 6ixth sense &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari ini kau datang riang&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum buatku senang&lt;br /&gt;Kau hias dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Membuat hati bertambah sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi wajahmu semalam muram&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa dewi mengapa&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah aku bersalah&lt;br /&gt;Cubalah dewi katakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan dewi jangan begitu&lt;br /&gt;Senyum-senyumlah selalu&lt;br /&gt;Manis riang&lt;br /&gt;Wajah bertambah jelita&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrKqT4T6rOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/m9oIAP_wvOI/s1600-h/73979618.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094321387019611362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrKqT4T6rOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/m9oIAP_wvOI/s320/73979618.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a large tendency to melt when Hairil sang this song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the darkest days of my turbulent week, all I ever felt was hopeless despair. But it was music that gave me the strength to carry on, to continue holding on to the frail strings of life. Songs with a story to tell...about love, beauty, courage, bravery, wisdom, harmony and most importantly, hope. It encompasses all these qualities and more. It transcends all emotions, all physical boundaries, to touch the core of our very souls. It can change our lives, and provide us with new perspectives and opinions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Dear, well maybe yes maybe no, maybe perhaps i have feelings for you. It could be the eight world wonder; Love or it could be Lust or maybe infatuation even. Whatever it is, im holding on to us, be it friends or date. The kisses were so sweet that it made my head flew off. The caressing was great that i felt my body was secure for good. The touch was breath-taking that sometimes i ended up breathless. Everything taste so good. But i swear i never want it to be only now and later things fade off. Mmm..well what happens if that isnt enough? Afterall false hope isnt hope at all. I dont want this to be good bye. Its maybe because im still dwelling on the past. They told me to letgo, but you know, letting go is not about to forgot, not to think about, or plainly ignore. It doesnt leave feelings of anger, jelaousy or regret. Letting go isnt about loosing or winning. Its not about pride or how you appear and its not obsessing and dwelling on the past.Letting go isn't blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn't leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. Its not even about giving in or give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is to have an open mind. Letting go means to learn and experience and grow. You fall you pick yourself up and continue. Having the courage to move on eventhough you're in pain. The valor and strength to accept change.It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free. An &amp; &amp;amp; obviously, i hvae not reach the stage of Letting go. And i dont lie.Thus, my dear, i dont know where and what i want for now. Maybe im just a dick-head fall from hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, Hairil and Wan Get well soon. I dont know how you guys can be sick at the same time. HAHAHA! The guys that made my dull days so bright, eventhough its just merely hanging over the phone and talk till wee hours in the morning. To Hairil, its been good having you around lately. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2600410617251764273?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2600410617251764273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2600410617251764273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2600410617251764273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2600410617251764273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/hari-ini-kau-datang-riang-tersenyum.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrKqT4T6rOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/m9oIAP_wvOI/s72-c/73979618.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1156460287584810237</id><published>2007-08-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:16:11.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoutout! I want to make a statement! So ya Listen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;ROHAIDA&lt;/strong&gt;!! The another Weakbanana! She ar!! So action with me!! and next is &lt;strong&gt;MOHD KAMALLUDIN&lt;/strong&gt;, ekh ekh... semenjak duemenjak da serve National Service, Cousin sendiri tak ingat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Korang due aku BOMB baru tau!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways miss you guys like alot alot alot.. and yesterday aida told me that Irwan is fetching her from school. Im like awwwwwws.... Damn im missing those days when my ex bf fetch me to and from school. )): Anyway Aida, Happy Belated Anniversary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i dont want to tag at your tag-board anymore)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1156460287584810237?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1156460287584810237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1156460287584810237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1156460287584810237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1156460287584810237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoutout-i-want-to-make-statement-so-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3148506042856063660</id><published>2007-08-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:42:40.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 2:00am in the morning i just came home after meeting my laling no. 2..wait no. 3 ekh? i dont know. HAHAHAHAH. Whatever it is, im so happy when i on the internet and realise all of my friends blogs has the updates on the "faily tree" thingy. It was awesome. I felt happy fer no bloody reason. So here im stucked to the comp. Glued on my seat to conntinue blogging when my intention was to start studying. Wahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im was rather shocked to see Lizah updated so much that the whole blogpage was entirely made up with new entries that i've never read before. Next was shila! She had no words on her blog but pics pics pics. Oh my! Im feeling feeling happy gitu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my turn, since i just realise that lizah has sent all the pictures to me. This was taken during the Mentor meeting for the entrepreneurship day! It was sad because i was supposed to meet Wan that day, but since the meeting over-stretched, i met Hairil insetad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then here's the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/entrap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/entrap2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/entrap3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3148506042856063660?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3148506042856063660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3148506042856063660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3148506042856063660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3148506042856063660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-200am-in-morning-i-just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4096496323824089895</id><published>2007-08-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T04:47:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSN Messengger is seriously screwed up! AND im very very frustrated. Like really. Anyway today, it has been like the 20th time that i walked out of my room to go to the fridge and only when i reach the kitchen, i realised that im actually on fasting mode, and then i shall crawl my way back to my room and start dwelling on the blog.hahaha! Forgive me God! I forgot! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, life is a vicious cycle. Maybe the reason why im feeling kinda lonely cause i dont own a bf. Surprisingly, i have a couple of dates, but none seem good like having a boyfriend. I miss of having someone, who out of free will, i can call and drag him along to wonder with me along the streets of orcahrd Road, someone to go movie marathon with me, play bowling with me till the wee hours in the morning, go round Singapore on a bike, Go to malaysia to shop and eat and eat and eat! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not someone, who sits and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss me till my lips go really swollen. I think being in a relationship is more then just physical attraction. Its really nice to have someone who cuddles you, hold you hands, run kisses on you and say you look beautiful/pretty/hot/delicious. Hey its a major compliment. But to have the real guy that goes all ot for me would be the one im looking for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs sighs sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-4096496323824089895?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4096496323824089895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4096496323824089895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4096496323824089895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4096496323824089895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/msn-messengger-is-seriously-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1916369690261045198</id><published>2007-08-02T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T04:00:45.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Nur Fatin Bte Ajman is fasting today, she's not suppose to say any vulgar language and no sex-related nonsense from her! She's soooo clean today! Hhahahha! Anyway we had loads of fun. Despite the fact that we still searching for a father for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHA. We're so bored i suppose. till then enjoy the pics. &lt;em&gt;(im sorry if the dialog is in malay)&lt;/em&gt; Get your malay friends to translate fer you ya! 1 more hour to religious class and that makes an hour 30 more minutes before i meet hairil at Paya Lebar. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/today1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/today2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/today3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1916369690261045198?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1916369690261045198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1916369690261045198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1916369690261045198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1916369690261045198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-nur-fatin-bte-ajman-is-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6483909829317404852</id><published>2007-08-02T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:59:24.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrCtmIT6rNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2A5D6nrkDBY/s1600-h/07-07-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093762049133685970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrCtmIT6rNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2A5D6nrkDBY/s320/07-07-32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone care to kiss me like this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Anways my itchy fingers made me changed my template background like again!Wee..i just relaised that im left with Intenational Marketing project to dwell on and we're officially done with projetcs. Then we have to concentrate on Entreprenurship Day that is gonna fall on the 11 of August. Ouh investors..pls..dont give us a hell of a time. We'll be good. Thats a promise. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we need some time alone&lt;br /&gt;We need to let it breathe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im just wondering why i cant letgo of the pass like the others can. Maybe thats why im weakbanana. Forget bout it. I find it pointless to complain about the montain of heartaches that lies within me. Now im speaking like a pro. Hhahaha. Tommorow im gonna meet my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6483909829317404852?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6483909829317404852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6483909829317404852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6483909829317404852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6483909829317404852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/anyone-care-to-kiss-me-like-this-again.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SSo8q_eForE/RrCtmIT6rNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2A5D6nrkDBY/s72-c/07-07-32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2873248864060167425</id><published>2007-08-01T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:29:33.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough, i felt that i didnt contribute much to the &lt;strong&gt;Entrepreneurship&lt;/strong&gt; project, im so so so glad that its finally submitted for good! i know my group mates did a wonderful job. Hence, im extending my thanks to the beloved friends who contributed so much to the project &lt;strong&gt;Lizah&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;the financial part&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;Shila&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;The Major Report&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;Nurul&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;The Competitior Analysis&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;strong&gt;Zainal&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;The Awesome Website&lt;/em&gt;) Eventhough i just contribued about the designing and the portfolio, i wana thank Wan for the time he set aside to help me with the mini sketches that you did DESPITE of the national service that you have to commit to. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once again! You guys are BLESS-ING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/happyfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/family2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/family3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways today school is all about laughing, being mina-reps, and watching our beloved mother receiving her award! Congrtulations &lt;strong&gt;MAMA&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;WE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!! ((: I just come to realise that, we're &lt;strong&gt;ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lizah&lt;/strong&gt; is our loveliest mum. Without her, we're pratically very disoder. She will be the one, that make sure everything is submitted on time, everything runs well, and she really knows how to control us. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next our eldest sister is &lt;strong&gt;Nurul&lt;/strong&gt;! She can nags better then the mother!! She nags nags and always BULLY me and Zainal. &lt;em&gt;Kesian sey kiterorang&lt;/em&gt;. So she's our kakak. Kakak always calls me &lt;strong&gt;Mina Rep.&lt;/strong&gt; and i dont understand why when she's the one!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; WAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Anway kakak is so fierce, that we listen to her everytime she scold us and ya..NAGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is me;&lt;strong&gt;Nur Fatin Ajman&lt;/strong&gt;, Shila calls me the Lusty one. I dont know why also, she tinks im sick in the brain and everything i do relates to sex. Erm.. Maybe she's the one thinking dirty, but she covers herself up and say its me!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! But one things for sure, im the shopaholic out of all the sisters. ((: and i always complain i got no money to pay MAMA when she helps us to print our project reports. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shila&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Zainal&lt;/strong&gt; is the twins. I came out with that!! Hheheh!! I think they look so cute and they always end up being bullied by kakak, Mama and me. But they are so adorable. They are cute-disgusting type of siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then i love my newly fouund family. ((: We always fight thats for sure! We dont have a &lt;strong&gt;FATHER&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Anyone???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2873248864060167425?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2873248864060167425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2873248864060167425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2873248864060167425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2873248864060167425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/08/eventhough-i-felt-that-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2588497348067260299</id><published>2007-07-31T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:35:43.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh thanks Nurul, see, how we concentrate during class, and Nurul snap a picture of me and the HOTTEST guy in class. &lt;em&gt;(Ni part, lau matair die nampak, aku confirm confirm mati)&lt;/em&gt; HAHHAHA. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandthematsalleh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i cant wait for Friday! Im gonna sleep over at Mizah's house cause im gonna rewang my ass out! FEEWWEETT!! So that concludes that im gonna meet Hani as well. Kan Hani?? hehhehe! YAY!! Myabe i'll stay in the wee hours in the morning with Hairil as well. Then after dawn i'll continue rewang-ing. HEHHEHE. I so cant wait lar!!yay! Im so glad the manager's able to get me an off day for that day! I managed to get my friday and saturday free! IM A HAPPY HAPPY GIRL!! WEEEEeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/hahahaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Toodles! Got to go to school now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2588497348067260299?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2588497348067260299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2588497348067260299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2588497348067260299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2588497348067260299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-thanks-nurul-see-how-we-concentrate.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-781023653238905548</id><published>2007-07-31T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:11:36.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not being dramatic or anything along that line, but seriosuly i need a good hug. Anyone willing me to give me free hugs? I think im missing out in a lot of things in life, most of the times, i ended up in bed crying. Im not the sort that gonna list down everything that's gone wrong but, by far, everything has been bad. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say im pretty happy with my life. You know that kinda average-okay-okay happy with your life. I really dont find anything to cherish about in life now compred to those days back with the YouKnowWho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding salt to the wounds, my MSN is down. This is the 1000th times i tried to re-download the messenger but it isnt working as well. Seriously i dont understand the computer language. Firewall? Huh? Im blatantly stupid. Serious help needed here! Wan has been trying hard to help me with the MSN but i got tired with it cause its still isnt working! I mean waddahell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pathetically i have to ask my friends to call me up everynow and then for projects. I really hope my projects mates wouldnt mind. Nevertheless, The stillness envelopes me, there are no comforting sounds,I search for warmth underneath the covers when no one else is around.Maybe tomorrow I will feel good, when the black walls turn to white,But I won't feel alright tonight.Im missing alot in what they call LOVE. You know those random hugs, kisses on the forehead, eventhough its just merely bout holding hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-781023653238905548?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/781023653238905548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=781023653238905548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/781023653238905548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/781023653238905548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-being-dramatic-or-anything-along.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8687297677428371701</id><published>2007-07-30T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:10:54.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/project.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annoncement! A major one! Whoever sms-ed me for the past 2 days and i have not been replying,  its because of few very reasonable reasons firstly, i might have been very very very busy or secondly, you swei swei, messaged me when i dont have anymore credits left in my prepaid card. How sad, till then, my hp will re-function only 2 days from today. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've got so many projects lately and the exams stress are churning in. Oh what a pathetic life full of stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YES ZINAL HACKED INTO MY BLOGGER ACCOUNT AND WROTE A LINE BOUT HIMSELF. HAHAHAHA&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8687297677428371701?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8687297677428371701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8687297677428371701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8687297677428371701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8687297677428371701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/annoncement-major-one-whoever-sms-ed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-619102507644754548</id><published>2007-07-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:53:52.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A thousand times, you made me cry.But that thousand times, i still love you. and seriosuly i dont understand why. and really, dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're my honeybun, sugar plum&lt;br /&gt;pumpy-umpy-umpkin, you're my sweetie pie&lt;br /&gt;you're my cuppycake, gum drup, snookum bookum&lt;br /&gt;you're the apple of my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i thought it was all over, he continues singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I love you so, and I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that I'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;and I love to sing sweet songs to you&lt;br /&gt;because you are so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SO BAD!And the song Demi Waktu By Ungu is making me CRY! I miss you so bad, really bad, terribly bad! Know one knows how much you mean to me. Im holding my tears back everytime i thnk bout you. I cant sleep and i cant concentrate anymore. All i want is you BABY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say love is so real sometimes. makes you feel in a lot of different ways, and true love makes you go the extra mile for the person. It makes you recognise who your true friends are; those who come up to you at work after teasing you like crazy and asking if your miserable face has anything to do with their teasing. Those who love you deeply enough to volunteer to come all the way to be with you at 2am at night without your asking. Who calm you down even though your heart feels like it's breaking and even manage to make you laugh a few times, and who remind you that God will always be there. As opposed to those, whom upon your begging hysterically, despite living only five minutes away, still ask if you are joking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes i LOVE my friends because i know they love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-619102507644754548?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/619102507644754548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=619102507644754548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/619102507644754548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/619102507644754548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/thousand-times-you-made-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-379595141775979173</id><published>2007-07-30T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T05:05:35.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh yah Zainal is cute. Haha.. Btw this is typed by zainal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-379595141775979173?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/379595141775979173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=379595141775979173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/379595141775979173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/379595141775979173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-im-very-very-frustrated-because.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2645216837160537462</id><published>2007-07-29T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:56:35.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im very very shagged! Literally shagged becuase i've just got home from work. )): Today's a drag! Really. There were zero customers from 10:30am to 5:00pm. So you can imagine how bored me and my collegue; Shikin were. Pathetically, we thought the crowd was gonna be a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had teach-yourself make-up lesson. We played with the eye shadow colours, we had gold, brown, white and blue eyeshadows at one go, then we strt erasing them off with wet tissues and combine it with other colours. Those passerbys must have thought the Swarovski sales girls were relatively insane.! &lt;em&gt;Hahahah.&lt;/em&gt; There were times when i had customers who enetered the shop and at that point of time, my right eye was in gold eyeshadow and the left was blue. Tell me how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEIRD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that can be??? Then afterawhile Shikin and me got bored playing with her make-up kit. So she strt plucking her eyebrows. She said it wasnt painful AT ALL and wants to help me pluck mine. So i thought it might not look that painful but it was &lt;strong&gt;OOOOOOUCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! I TELL YOU!! I was like K&lt;strong&gt;ANNINABEYCHEEBY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;SO PAIN LA DEY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! My face turned RED red!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like "&lt;strong&gt;SHIIKKKIN!!!!!!!! KANNINA PAIN LA SIA&lt;/strong&gt;!!!" Shitass pain la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know how the Mina Reps/Minahs/or eben MATS out there are capable of plucking them especially by using the &lt;strong&gt;TWEEZERS&lt;/strong&gt;! Seriosuly i cant do it! its &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/strong&gt; Kinda pain. So after swearing and cursing, we got hungry but lazy to go out from the shop. So i forced shikin to go down to 7-11 and help me grap a bowl of &lt;strong&gt;FAN-CHOY&lt;/strong&gt;. I tell you i ate that for the whole day!! I :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You know what, i really really think after the exams im gonna work the body out! Make sure by the end of the month, i have 6 continents, a good bum, and a nice bod! &lt;strong&gt;FEEEWWEEEET&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Jauh sak mimpi!! &lt;em&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;/em&gt;!! Nevertheless its okay to day dream once in a while and have those very &lt;strong&gt;HIGH-FAT-HOPES&lt;/strong&gt;. Its REALLY okay people! Trust me cause Taufik Batisah once told me that its okay to Dream. :)) Aww fatin, youre such a nonsensical girl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandhairil.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's something new to the public, im currently dating this very particular guy who has been MAJOR-SWEET-SHIT la, i think he has won over someone i used to fall for. His &lt;strong&gt;EXTREEEEMMEEELLYY LOVING AND ROMANTIC&lt;/strong&gt;. tak cair nasib! Aida stop smilling la! Erm.. the status progress isnt a confirmation yet. But one thing's for sure, &lt;strong&gt;HE BLEW ME AWAY!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;HAHAHAA.&lt;/em&gt; and mosquitoe bites are getting larger these few days! :)))) till then im a &lt;strong&gt;Happy girl in LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2645216837160537462?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2645216837160537462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2645216837160537462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2645216837160537462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2645216837160537462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-very-very-shagged-literally-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7136291909497221634</id><published>2007-07-27T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:00:15.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you friggin believe it? Im working full shift tommorow and sunday. That makes my weekend a piece of shit! oh shit! considering the fact that i got entrepreneurship project on my to do list, working on weekends is a no no. &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;AND the fact that i have been absent from work for a whole week last week due to the massivee projects, im not able to get off day again! &lt;strong&gt;OH NO&lt;/strong&gt;! or you'll see my manager coming after me with a parang. &lt;strong&gt;SHITASS MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i have never thought year 3 could be this stressful. :)) Im glad im ending school, but ironicly, im sad becuase im gonna miss school. Those very random lunches as and when we like, the skipping of lectures, the sleppy heads in tutorials, the never ending lunch..yadayadayada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop blogging &lt;strong&gt;NUR FATIN AJMAN!&lt;/strong&gt; I've got to finish entrep before you see my group mates screaming at me! Oh gotta rush! Till then, i won be blogging so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Once again projets are major&lt;strong&gt; SHITASS.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED SOME LOVE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)) till then im sick in the brain. That shall be it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7136291909497221634?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7136291909497221634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7136291909497221634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7136291909497221634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7136291909497221634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-can-you-friggin.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8844198435871540751</id><published>2007-07-26T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:59:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently Listening to: Please dont stop the music by Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how i always feel happy when somebody ask me what's my ambition and i will happily and proudly tell them what is it. &lt;strong&gt;YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt; Weird i know. So incase you're wondering whats my &lt;em&gt;all-time-go-on-dreaming-ambition&lt;/em&gt;, it is to be a wedding planner. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But considering the fact that the GPA is so far from 3, i doubt i can even get to any local university by the end of nxt year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NABEHCHEEEEEBBY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay to those sms isnt replied, im public-ly apologising becuase im very packed with projetcs. I've got so many dates with different projects from all over modules. &lt;strong&gt;PATHETIC LIFE YOU KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;. But im glad my group is so hardworking, we go through so many up and downs just dealing with projects. You know when the projetc strt kicking in, the cranky-ness strt striking, the flames strt burning, the laughter start cooling, the tense penetrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, projects are good, we have come to the level of compromisation. Im glad for good! the only problem is that we're facing a major shortage of time!! I wish &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; stops the time for us to do the project, so everyone lets cross our fingers that the time, wud pass by abit slower then it should. :)) pray pray pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again despite the very much projects, there is some other factors that made the days very bearable. For instance... dating. &lt;em&gt;HAHAH&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;strong&gt; WTH!&lt;/strong&gt; So i realised something, im counting down to the days to HOLIDAYS!! tell me; i know ya'll exams have not even started and i have not even begin my revision and here i am dreaming hard bout holidays. &lt;strong&gt;POWER LA FATIN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets me do something now, something productive or perhaps something more that weigh more sense. ((: Ermm here's a shoutout to &lt;strong&gt;WAN&lt;/strong&gt;!! i wana say thank you for all the things you've done, be it to accompany me do projects till the wee hours in the morning for a straight week, to help me do a fair bit of the portfolio for my entrep project and the ultimate concern dude! Awws! THANKS!! THANKS!! THANKS!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ROCK LAR \m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay bye bye. Got to do project. and ya its pathetic when i have to wear collar tshirts at home! Fuck la sey. Erm..here's something random. Anyone knows whats the best way or the &lt;strong&gt;FASTEST&lt;/strong&gt; way to clear off a love bite? Pls email me if anyone knows the solution..im just curious. Thanks ekh! &lt;a href="http://www.velvetshoelace@hotmail.com/"&gt;http://www.velvetshoelace@hotmail.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw father treat us good dinner! &lt;strong&gt;DELIFRANCE&lt;/strong&gt;! i know, that shud have been breakfast. Oh watddahell my family is &lt;strong&gt;ROJAK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8844198435871540751?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8844198435871540751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8844198435871540751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8844198435871540751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8844198435871540751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/currently-listening-to-please-dont-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2111691322749721154</id><published>2007-07-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:14:40.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seriosuly, blogger is teaching me to be patient. ARGGGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2111691322749721154?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2111691322749721154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2111691322749721154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2111691322749721154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2111691322749721154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/seriosuly-blogger-is-teaching-me-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7961665125767930498</id><published>2007-07-23T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:52:52.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrights here's an overload picture of my group zoo's trip. I suppose i wont do much elaboration bacuse there's so many pictures to look at. HAHAHA. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/ZOO1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/ZOO5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/ZOO6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/ZOO13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/zoo15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7961665125767930498?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7961665125767930498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7961665125767930498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7961665125767930498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7961665125767930498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/alrights-heres-overload-picture-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7126725110366649747</id><published>2007-07-21T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:48:15.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its funny how Hani have my name first wirtten to write these 10 weird things about myself.(&lt;em&gt;dengan name bapak pulak tu&lt;/em&gt;)So let me control C + and contorl V the rules of the game from Hani's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES OF THE GAME: Each player of the game starts off with ten weird things or habits or known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write it in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Im a pesimistic gal and im a weakbanana. Tts for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I can easily fall for &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; MATS. Oh yes! I can melt and drool and drool over Mats eventhogh i dont quite see them as my MR. RIGHT. Ironic isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I so hate minahs. I prayed that one day, the law book says all minahs who steals other people Boyfriends should be hanged to death. HAHHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I cannot live without the mirror. Tts how insecure i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I need to go shopping. At least once a week or i'll go cranky! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I need the handphone. Its my life and death item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I love dressing up! Dont ask me why!I get excited/sexcited/supercited to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I need an approximately 1 hr 30 mins to dress up to school. Is that long? Im not quite sure actually. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I can be a good listener. BUT dont ask me for advice. Wrong person dude!! Seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Im desperate for MR RIGHT! hahahha! :)) Sound convincing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then the next few people i want to see suffer cracking their brains doing this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ROHAIDA!&lt;br /&gt;2) Lizah&lt;br /&gt;3) Shila&lt;br /&gt;4) Nazurah&lt;br /&gt;5) Farzanah&lt;br /&gt;6) Anyone who is willing to keep yourself from boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7126725110366649747?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7126725110366649747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7126725110366649747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7126725110366649747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7126725110366649747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-funny-how-hani-have-my-name-first.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2010614173272002451</id><published>2007-07-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:51:11.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im gonna make this public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM JEALOUS BECAUSE AIDA HUGGED HAIZAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(cursing underneath my breath! hehehe..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2010614173272002451?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2010614173272002451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2010614173272002451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2010614173272002451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2010614173272002451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-gonna-make-this-public.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6278409812845467087</id><published>2007-07-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:43:38.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i just typed a set of Fuck(s)? Yes! I apperently did. Im down with fever, flu and bad bad cough. Oh no. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT BUT BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..The fact that i got sick on a weekend is &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; because firstly i never like to submit the statment of abscnece if i take MC on a normal weekday. Because its super-duper-absolute-troublesome.Firstly i have to go to the sch absent website which i dont hve an idea what's the link. Then i have to click and click on so many modules that i didnt attend. And what's worse is to submit the mc to those relevant tutors/lecturers. And seriously i dont bother to remember any of my lecturers or tutors name except my Business Law Tutor/Lecturer because his&lt;strong&gt; HAWT&lt;/strong&gt; BABY!! &lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;! So tts my very very reasonable reson. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So likesaid i thought of submitting my HR project to Kulaa in like 2 hours time and help Zainal out with our Quality Management project. Unfortunately, the stupid medicicne is making drowsy. I think im gonna have a short nap before i proceed to do my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes its about almost 3 weeks that im coping with the single life. All i want now is intimacy cause im missing it. Like really bad. I just wish that there is someone to cuddle me, play with my hair, run kisses all over me and then smile and gives me a peck. That's gonna rock me out man!&lt;strong&gt;\m/&lt;/strong&gt;Or perhaps someone who could just walk anywhere under the sun with me holding my hand. I suppose you get the drift. Well. i hope there will be a rule book for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've cross the line. Its pretty nice when you can see it coming. and then take it and keep it as long as you can. And as for rules, i think life is kinda too short to follow rules. Maybe rules of intimacy is something that we have to deifne ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at some point you have to make decesions in your life. Boundaries dont literally keep people out. I know its not perfect but this is life. That's how we're made.Life is messy. So practically you can waste your live by drawing the lines or by crossing them but there are some lines that are way dangerous to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i so miss the good times of having the love one by your side. I missed it so much that i never thought i would miss it this bad and im trying very hard to hold in the tears. I think everyday life without a boyfriend is okay. But deep down you know that you kinda missing out in love and affection. I gues its not easy or perhaps, im still in the withdrawal stage. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make my way to an ol' good morning nap for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6278409812845467087?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6278409812845467087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6278409812845467087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6278409812845467087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6278409812845467087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6334192931233235421</id><published>2007-07-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:05:42.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OH MY. WATDAHELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/hectic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im down with srious cough. Its bad cough that whenever i cough, i feel as though my throat would just come out every time i cough. Projects are just headache but im certainly looking forward for Sunday zoo's trip! WHOOPIDOOS!!! Yahoos. You know what sucks? Having period because it usually make my mood swings, swinging so bad. I think it swings better then the swing. Oh wtdahell, the education is not helping me. Its the limited vocab as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes and most of the time, i just wonder to myself that friends come and go in my life, some remain, some leave a very big impact and they leave alot of prints in the deepdown heart storage.Nvertheless, i never thought i could make friends with people i dont know. Cause i dont usually work that way. Call me stuck up. It doesnt really bother me. My circle of friends usually comes from my school friends or friends from friends or my working collegues. Usually the friends i make from saying hi dont usually make a difference in my life and sometimes i dont even bother rembering thier names even. But today, i felt that Wan just make my thinking goes the other way round. He's so nice to accompany me with my projects till 4:00am in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who would ever thought a guy from club can be so nice and so great to accompany me with the never-ending projects. Thanks ya. Today, my interent connection was down and i knew i had to sent my projects to Shila. Darn! It was nice for him to offer his lappy to ensure that my projects were sent ontime. I never thought he's that kinda guy. Anwyas, company has been good these few days. and im miting Hairil this Sunday. Its funny how we messaged each other EVERYDAY but only met each other once only.HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/BARS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granola Bars that my sis brought home are pure love i tell you. They are like HEAVEN! Awwwsss... My pay has finished!! Im done using all the money by one day! But its productive because i bought 2 dresses and 2 shoes!! and alot of other unimportantt stuff. :))yikes...SHOPPING Again.. Someone kill me pls!! I NEED TO SAVE. Tommorw im treating the family for dinner. I know im kind. Family includes the extended one as well; Yazid. Hahahhaa. and i think the uncle and the family is also coming along. YAY!! FAMILY DAY TMR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/collage99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh wells. My inspiration has run dry. Forgive me! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6334192931233235421?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6334192931233235421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6334192931233235421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6334192931233235421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6334192931233235421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8140172722880482475</id><published>2007-07-16T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:52:42.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For 3 consecutive days i dreamt about you. All of them were bad, two left me sobbing when i woke up. I dreamt you had a new gal, happy with them and yadayadayada.It was hell, without you but i know, being with you isn't heaven as well. Its like not here nor there. Fuck la. Why must i be feelig this way. Honeslty, this is one of my very many reasons why i dont want to be stuck in another relationship cause i'll end up hurting the newly love-ed guy cause im still not mentally stable. And that's very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Girls dont cry by Fergie, is morally,emotionnally and mentally brnging me up. I dont really know why,so dont quenstion me. Perhaps perhaps perhaps..But im good and im gonna club again cause clubbing ease my stress even if its for a minute. It helps. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my im bloated really bad because i've just indulge in the love of black-pepper crab that my sister boyfriend has just cooked! Oh my! Did i mention Yazid can cook.Oh my here's a picture of the cooking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/part1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you those were live crabs!! and he got so scared when the pincers strt claping. HAHAHAH.. You can see his reaction. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/Part2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Final Product!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/part3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man... My sister and him is soo loving la!! I tell you if there's any minah who wants to take her bf away, i swear im gonna rip her apart. I dont give a damn if the mina, main baju ke, pakai baju or tak pakai baju pon..Fierece ekh..Bye's im BLOATED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8140172722880482475?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8140172722880482475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8140172722880482475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8140172722880482475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8140172722880482475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-3-consecutive-days-i-dreamt-about.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7632856465716152617</id><published>2007-07-16T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T05:55:34.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/blisters.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! This is insane! Today i had class presentation and also In Course Assesment that contributes that 10% in total. Well, i went through hell in school today. :( You know; for starters i have an approxiamte of 4 blisters on my feet! Whats annoyingly annoying was that, when i wore the shoe to MOS last Wed and dance my way through from 9:00pm to 5:00am i had no F-Blisters. Not even one and funny how i don't even have any pain on the toe or anything of those sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was late for school, amazingly, my feet strt to grow blisters when i wore the shoes and make my way down from my blok. I was super irrritated. It's so painful that i have to flag a cab. What's worse, isit me or Cab fare has rise to $1.60. As far as im concern from my house &lt;em&gt;(Bedok South Ave 3)&lt;/em&gt; which is an approximate walk of 10 mins to Tanahmerah Mrt will cost me about 3 Buckaroos plus. But no! Today the apek decide to say "$5.10" im like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHATTHEFUCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! i strt clenching my teeth and strt cursing and swearing and chanting &lt;em&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICA for entrepreneurship was hard for me because its hard! Im sad sey! I studied like a bit but i cant do, hey i mean i wont study...hehhehe. Erm everything suck today! Suck la dey!! Suck suck suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7632856465716152617?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7632856465716152617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7632856465716152617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7632856465716152617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7632856465716152617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-this-is-insane-today-i-had-class.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-219858262918933031</id><published>2007-07-16T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T04:33:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/collage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh my i was supposed to follow the sister and the bf to market now! Because the sis boyfriend decide to cook for the Family Chilli Crab!!! See how much we love him in the house!! Okay so they are off to NTUC and cause i want to sit at home and blog my ass out. I must say, Yazid is so family oriented these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took gazillion minutes to wirte down the items to buy and now they heading towards Bedok NTUC to buy the ingredients! Hheheh!! I cant wait to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I so wish to have a good, talented bf for now. Okay since Yazid can cook, maybe my Bf must good in sewing?? Hahhahaha!! Then he can sew our Hari Raye Clothes!! Okay!! Any fashion designers wana make friends with me??? Hehehhe. Till then, I love my current boirng life. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-219858262918933031?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/219858262918933031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=219858262918933031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/219858262918933031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/219858262918933031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-i-was-supposed-to-follow-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3872139497844072340</id><published>2007-07-16T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T02:53:27.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&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/877419351090932065-3872139497844072340?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3872139497844072340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3872139497844072340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3872139497844072340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3872139497844072340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hope-you-know-i-hope-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7379547524507959674</id><published>2007-07-15T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:27:05.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/yuy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouh today is a bless because im not working. Usually u'll find me stuck in centerpoint on a normal weekend frm 9:00pm to 9:30pm. Today's strt of with a good note because The sister's bf is not working as so is me and the sister. Oh wells. One Happy Family! So we headed for morning breakfast at Serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good when you have a bubbly-kecoh-tak-tau-malu-guy at home becuase his SUPER FUNNY but can be EXTREMELY irritating! Hhahah. It feels kinda weird sumtimes. Because we use to have a family of 6. Since i broke off with the bf. Now its left with the 5 of us. Me, Sister, Father, Mother and the extended family, Yazid. Hhahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.I enjoyed my day and i still have not study my Entrepreneurship Written ICA and its already 6pm. im such a DICKHEAD! Okay gotta mug! Well...maybe i shall see what's on TV before i strt on serious land. HAHAHAHs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7379547524507959674?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7379547524507959674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7379547524507959674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7379547524507959674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7379547524507959674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/ouh-today-is-bless-because-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5854037832405471339</id><published>2007-07-14T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:28:48.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mebluek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At times,i make a mental note to myself NOT to make friends with guys at Clubs. Probably because they have the word &lt;strong&gt;"IM A PLAYER"&lt;/strong&gt; stamped on their forehead. But last wed, things took a turn. Its either the withdrawal symptom that im facing or the aftermath of my breakup, for once i felt that giving out my number was like&lt;strong&gt; CHARITY&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;/em&gt; Stupid i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i dont usually do this. I just need to enlarge my circle of friends for now, i dont have a boyfriend. Okay the last time i was single was eons ago..like 4-5 years back. So i dont cope really well with the single life. But im here trying my very best to adapt with what they call "Being independent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night i met up with Wan. We had talks over our iced-milo and green tea. Wells. His kinda nice and very kecoh. NS men seem so happy prbobaly because they enjoy their life despite of the daily physical torture that they have to endure.&lt;em&gt;Hahah&lt;/em&gt;.Okay the major part was he knows Hafiz. and its no ordinary friend of his. He and Hafiz has been together since they were small. Childhood friends. Oh wells, must i say this again. The world is small and it revolves around the people i know.Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the club and someone just went up to me and say " ekh you keje pat pizahut Siglap kan"&lt;br /&gt;Im like. wth! da mcm muke poster sey! Okay! Shila says i must be honoured especailly when you dont know people and they know you. Wells, for me it doesnt really work that way. HAHHAHA. I can be pretty afraid with this kind of unexpacted friends.HEHEHE. IM-WEIRD-I-KNOW. Okay not only that, when i reach home, my sister was telling me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fatin, my friend say you didnt dance, you spent most of your time in the toilet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im like. okay i have spy ekh? OH MY. But its fun knowing alot of people especailly from different walks of life. Surprsingly im not a clubber but i enjoy those 1-2 trips in a month to clubs. Okays. My sister boyfriend is IRRITATING! But he's so nice to bring me to Night Saafri later at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik you're so untung sey! Im still finding my Mr. Right! :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5854037832405471339?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5854037832405471339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5854037832405471339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5854037832405471339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5854037832405471339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-timesi-make-mental-note-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3017747566526150346</id><published>2007-07-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:13:21.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally made it to Todays Pizza Hut meeting despite the very much projects. :)) and im so happy, cause at the very last minute im able to attend the fuction. And its simply good food! We ate somthing like hotel buffet. That cost evry individual that go around 30 dollars per head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverthelss thanks to the sister for her hp, for i can take good pics.&lt;em&gt; HHHEHEHE&lt;/em&gt; Oh ya btw, here's a shout-out to sis, GET WELL SOON TEMBAM!! Hehehe!! Love you sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends! There were 7 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/phouting1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i must say it worth the money! The food ranges from Jap to Chinese, to Western to Javanese to indian food. Its Pure love. Not only that, we had desserts from fruits to cakes to ice-creams. and the cake is super variety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/phouting2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Mizah wanted me to try the RAW OYSTERS! ITS GODDAMN SLIMY!! At first i dont quite like it. but i get the hang of it after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awful tryouts that kept my heart beating. I felt as though i was on fear factor. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/phouting3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/phouting4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then i Love my sexy friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3017747566526150346?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3017747566526150346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3017747566526150346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3017747566526150346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3017747566526150346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-finally-made-it-to-todays-pizza-hut.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1232188130531032915</id><published>2007-07-13T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:37:12.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right now, i feel like just going down to Tanahmerah Mrt and pay the $1.60 like i usually do. Wait at the MRT Platform...till the train arrives. and jump. There goes my life worth of 160cents.Today i screwed someone's life. Someone who obviously has been there for me during my break-up. Never in my life i felt so much love after break-up. He gave me that assurance, confidence, life to move on. and i did. Im happy that i move on, eventhough the pain of hurt still lingers. He was ultimately concern bout my life. My parents love him soo much. But it seems i cant get to settle things down because im just not ready for another relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i try to expalin myself, i dont really have an answer for why i dont wana be in another relationship. Probably its due to the major-afraid that im gonna be hurt again, im gonna be fooled again, my expactations were way high above the sky.or im just very afraid. Someitmes i wish that i dont go thorugh this stage in life, so i can accept the one who love me without any doubts. I think, my ex has thought me major lessons, that cannot be found in text-book, guide-book or self-help book. One moment someone can tell you they love you, wana marry you, they cannot live wothout you and then the next moment they say " i dont wana be with you. dont you get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words were the most piercing things someone ever said to me. Especially when it comes from someone you love the most. Till then, i dont know what happiness is.(of course there's moments when i can describe myself being happy so does such a term need furthur definition?) Happiness....is redundant..there's no way i can explain what happiness is for me. Cuase happiness was there for us to feel and not to be define.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM A FUCK HEAD! &amp;amp; IM SO SORRY.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1232188130531032915?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1232188130531032915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1232188130531032915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1232188130531032915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1232188130531032915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/right-now-i-feel-like-just-going-down.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7141917504103811732</id><published>2007-07-12T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T03:40:30.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZOMAGOD!Everyone's waiting for this entry! The Clubbing days of Fatin and Shila. Before i say anything else, i must say! This was the best out of any other clubbing days because the mats are so HILARIOUS that i can laugh till my voice doesnt come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay like said, i thought 2 would be pathetic.I thought probably, we wont stay long in the club, since its only the both of us (me and shila) so dance abit and then proceed to East Coast! Ya right! There was no such things as dance abit man!! We dance till the the end of MOS!HAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we actually planned to go East Coast and not heavy clubbing. Ya, so we brought towels, slippers, toiletries and our clothes. I Tell you. Who goes into clubs with big haevy bags, flled with all that thigs mentioned?? So we had to undergo the security check probably due to the masive bag size. The cute-friendly-security guy just had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak! bawak slipper semue!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like, hey, keep it to yourself dude!!! HAHAHHA. The first person i saw was Wee-Keong!!!! Im like! Major watdahell!!! Seriously! i always bumped into Wee-Keong everywhere i go. I go town, i see him, I go Pasir Gudang (Malaysia), i see him and now i see him in MOS even! Im was like! STALKER!!!!! HAHAHAHA! Met Min and the friends in the toilet. Chamwhoring like us. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/collage2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/collage3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tht, we decide to be on the dance floor. WOHO! Grinding never seem so much fun then this because there's twist to eveything we do! Tts like fuckhead la! But major fun! We named the different Mats which includes, Mat Baik, Mat Bodo, Mat Bulat, Mat Hansem, Mat Cute, Mat Khayalan. Whatever la!! Its major laughter. SERIOUSLY!! Thats where all the fun strts. Its just so funny to blog it out!! Like seriously! I need more time to blog. NEVERTHELESS THE COMPANY WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 30 mins before i go ngaji! Ekh, ngaji, ngaji, club, club tau...HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people here's a piece of advice, pls go home after club. Dont be like me and shila and stright proceed to school. Because u'll end up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cannotmakeit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7141917504103811732?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7141917504103811732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7141917504103811732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7141917504103811732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7141917504103811732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/zomagodeveryones-waiting-for-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2213879473976200376</id><published>2007-07-11T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:00:21.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Im so happy because my bestfriend is gonna get married soon! OKAY I so smell briyani. Both of us meet up because her boyfriend and my ex-boyfriend are close friends. We build very strong bonds together. We thank them for lettting us meet. I failed in the relationship. But im so happy she's succedding in what they call love. You know what Aida, i dont know how to convey this message to you, but im certainly knows that i love you. You make me love you more even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Twenty-O-Five is a year i learnt to be a better person in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2213879473976200376?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2213879473976200376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2213879473976200376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2213879473976200376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2213879473976200376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-happy-because-my-bestfriend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4407387841007943014</id><published>2007-07-10T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:05:30.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/bg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty 1:40am in the morning on tuesday. I dont know. Something like literally struck me, give me a shot in the brain, left me specchless, backspacing the sms i was about to send. And then...i send something that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"erm....ya... so yup..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know tts stupid and it was a waste of the pathetic $0.05 ya.Whatever it is. What im going to rant about in the next few paragraphs might be due to either random, boredom, dumb, sadness, guilt, depression or anything along that line. Or well maybe all of it in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, well most of the times, there's words that i dont literally say them out but that doesnt mean i dont mean what i feel.Well maybe feelings are not meant to be articulated. It might sound really wrong if spoken. So its better to bottle them up and tuck them deep down in the hearts storage shelf. Pathetically tt works for me. Or let me rephrase that,Pathetitcally,i work better that way.Its probably better to hide emotions but ironically, hanging out the laundry to dry might have a better conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, who's serving NS today. Who's departing in few hours time. Becoming a police man in the next few hours of your life for 2 years. I dont nid a friend/boy-friend like you especially the way you treat me.But because you shared that teeny-weeny bit of life with me, that left a major impact on me and a brain damage and a permanent heart problem, im here wishing you all the best in your national service days. I seriously dont know, that you have the heart to do such a thing. I suppose you're born ignorant. Well there's an old saying that "ignorant is bliss" and i suppose you're part of that minority who's ignorant of others for the sake to satify yourselves. So be happy you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-ly, They say the world is big. I suppose its big, becuase im not even fully covered Singapore eventhough its a full-stop-dot kinda small. But then again, contradict to what i just typed, Hanifah's Brother knows my Ex-boyfriend. And i felt as though the world just tumbled right infront of me at that moment.Now i shall declare the world is so small.and it revolves around the people i know.Its stupid but its true. Now i shall sleep before those eye bags turn to big garbage bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-4407387841007943014?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4407387841007943014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4407387841007943014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4407387841007943014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4407387841007943014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-pretty-140am-in-morning-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1900820271372755178</id><published>2007-07-09T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:43:07.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/fundok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/FP.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School has been a bless. With the nautical nonsense of the class, its funny how we always get stomach cramps due to too much laughter. We still have some more projects that is not yet completed. But ya. No pressure. I cant wait for Wednesday though! Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sleepp.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till then the blog needs a rest. Good Night and thanks Nurul for taking a picture of me sleeping in class.I suppose you're way Bored! &lt;em&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1900820271372755178?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1900820271372755178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1900820271372755178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1900820271372755178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1900820271372755178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-has-been-bless.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2967008149435541408</id><published>2007-07-09T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:38:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandfwenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outing with the friends on 06-07-07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2967008149435541408?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2967008149435541408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2967008149435541408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2967008149435541408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2967008149435541408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/outing-with-friends-on-06-07-07.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5828013337368984783</id><published>2007-07-09T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:34:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i shall say today marks 1 week of our break-up. Im not emotionally down for things end in such a way, its hard to forgive and forget kinda thing. I dont know. Probaly its more dissapointment rather then sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty hard to be in girl's shoe. i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i must say something. Hanifah met my parents today. We're currently dating. Are we? HAHAHAHHA! Lols.Erm okay. I wont elaborate furthur. Thanks for the date! I totally enjoyed it. Btw to those who might not know who is Hanifah, here's the pic. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/ifah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Did i tell you what happen on 06-07-07? I was at the bustop waiting fer my never ending wait for bus number 229. When suddenly there's this guy who tap me and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Boleh anta balik tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its HAFIZ!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;ZOMAGOD&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I have been dying,earning,wanting...(yes, you get the drift) to meet him. And i actually hosted an entry to ask the public anyone have seen him. Wells, my prayers were answered. Im just extremely HAPPY!! Life's been good eventhough, i went through hard times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5828013337368984783?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5828013337368984783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5828013337368984783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5828013337368984783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5828013337368984783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-shall-say-today-marks-1-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3439619269802540175</id><published>2007-07-06T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:04:47.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe Nazurah's with Faizal! I mean, that's good. I feel so happy for her. Cause i know how much she love this guy. Back in those Pizza Hut days.I seriosuly dont mind having couples patch back with their Ex-s or something like that. Im jus so &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;. For no bloody-reason hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Nazurah, I just saw the abang yesterday, when i go to pizza hut to pay a random visit. Mul was like showing off his new-ly done tattoo. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pizza Hut days was gerek giler. We had lots of fun. There's like a gazillion memories. We have our service staff matair nagan the riders, then some goes to the extend matair ngan budak KFC nye riders like me and Nadia. HAHAHA! Then the pizza hut riders will go " woi!! kite tak handsem ke? sampai nk kene cari pat KFC!!" hahahah! Let me see, the couples/scandals of pizza hut in couple of years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia was dating Sogol (rider)&lt;br /&gt;then...she switched&lt;br /&gt;Nadia and Fahrin (KFC rider)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraya was with this blonde rider(i-dont-know-the-name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamizah was with Khush (rider)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dating Hafiz. (back-of-house)&lt;br /&gt;then I was with Sophian (KFC rider)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah with Faizal (back of house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ros was with Black.(back of house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraa with Deen. (front of house/ rider)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadi with this secondary school girl(i forgot the name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most kecoh moments i tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly miss pizza hut. But if i were to go back now, all these beautiful people are no longer working. So i really miss them. Anyone know where is Hafiz? I know his serving National Service but i have deleted his contact number by accident! Tts sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/meandhafiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was Me and Hafiz back then. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-3439619269802540175?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3439619269802540175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3439619269802540175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3439619269802540175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3439619269802540175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-god-i-dont-believe-nazurahs-with.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2298471844124931093</id><published>2007-07-05T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:38:04.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/lakakaka.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random Coversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanifah: Is there ESSO nearby?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not sure but i think there is &lt;strong&gt;SPCA&lt;/strong&gt; at Siglap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wokay it was supposed to be SPC The Petrol Kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know nowdays they have the Milo, Milo Dinasour, Milo Godzilla. So the friend decide to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man!, can i have one &lt;strong&gt;Milo GORRILLA&lt;/strong&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i did something very very productive i suppose because i went out with the bestfriend and we had very much of local-konek-talk. I guess we're both considerably down hence we kind of need each other prescence.It feels good after talking and joking. Wont elaborate furthur cause my muscle cramps are way bad!! I wonder how am i suppose to ride on Hanifah's bike this Sunday wen i cant literally walk up a flight of stairs. Transformers on Sunday again! YAY!! Izit me? or the week is passing-by goddamn slow. Pay is delayed again. I think Swarovski have problem paying me. Did you realised? Im talking out of pure random. Yeah maybe thts because i got nothing to blog about actually. Wahahaha!&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/877419351090932065-2298471844124931093?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2298471844124931093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2298471844124931093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2298471844124931093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2298471844124931093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-coversation.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8977317221561807987</id><published>2007-07-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:03:33.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Major Announcement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUR FATIN BTE AJMAN HAS OFFICIALLY FAILED HER 2.4KM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaa! Well i myself dont believe this! I thought i could made it. Yes i thought. But in fact i fail. And im totally not dissapointed with myself, becuase im one of those that completed the 6 rounds! :))and i really pushed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was running, alot of thoughts were reminiscing in my mind. I was saying to myself, this run is nothing compared to the hurt that left a major impact on me. There were times i thought i should just give up and walk, but i certainly did not for the first 4 rounds. But i know, certainly that my next guy would be better in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just hope my next guy would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Understanding&lt;br /&gt;-Romantic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Less hot-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess if any of you dont fufill the first 2 ciriteria, please dont make an effort to know me. I truly need this. Sincere and understanding. Its been lacking in all my ex-s. I wont ask more. All i want is a guy who loves me for me. Being sincere and loyal is the bone to the relationship. Till then, im not the cry-girl anymore. I dont see the point of crying when its his loss. Im very much delighted that i found new love. His not mine yet. But we're going on pretty well. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me happy girl. The slit in the heart is healing rapidly! Valala. My blog is major boredom now cause i got no more pictures to host as compared to the rest my older days, i practically have pictures in every entry. :) Okay i've got to run errands for the family. School is starting at 1 and so is his attachment! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8977317221561807987?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8977317221561807987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8977317221561807987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8977317221561807987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8977317221561807987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/major-announcement-nur-fatin-bte-ajman.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2090623221842413280</id><published>2007-07-04T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:47:42.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i met-up/msn/colled/sms with 7 different guys. All with a different background. Amazingly i know how to plan my timing. It strted at 8:00am i had random msn with zainal. My one and only guy mate in class. Pathetic i know. Then after that i msn-ed with the ex-boyfriend bestfriend and i totally blew up! Seriously you have no decent gf that you can consider your soulmate and you never had a good reputation with any girl, and here you're telling me, that me/girls, doesnt know what guys want. Really pist me off. I guess sometimes these kind of guys should just reflect upon themselves and ponder why they dont have girlfriends before telling others off. Do you even have a serious one? Fuck la. you guys are just blatantly Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KFC and had lunch before went to school. Met up with Helmee and Haziq there. Chat and catch up with some stuff. Nothing much. I just plainly believe that guys are good gossipers. I think even better then girls. Otw to school, Hanifah coled me up. :) So nice to hear from him. I dont know why, but i treasure this guy. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reaced school met up with my guy-bestfriend. Catch up abit since we hadnt meet up quite some time ago. Oh you so got to listen about this. Theres this mat-rep tt wanted to know me. Out of pure irritation over what happen recently, i say, k why not i just give it a shot. Hack la. What can a mat rep do rite? The most if he turns me off, i shal just say bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, i reached somerset mrt at around 5:30 pm today. I cant find him. I coled. He answered he came out from the toilet his face was red. I dont know red out of blushing/embaressment or red out of anger till he decide to say hi, i immediatly/instantly know he has been drinking. The beer smell was horrendoulsy strong. Being a non-drinker im rather sensitive to this kind of smell. Oh kay. That was a pretty bad first impression. Seriously. Then he went haywire. He went swearing over the phone. I dont know if its his gf? or friend or whatever la. I dont know. I was f-scared i tell you. Then he say k "skrng da bleh jln" Im like jalan?? Jalan mane?? please please dont bring me to some stupid place. I haf the crime-watch scenes playing in my head. Im like pls pls. I go no more bboyfriend if this guy were to do aniting, who the hell am i suppose to turn to. I was like pls pls. Mane die nk ajak ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went "asal u mcm takot je?"&lt;br /&gt;me: Huh? mane ade?? No la...(&lt;em&gt;must act cool pe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but the fact, im shivering. Really scared. He has tatoos bigger then whiteboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i just hope he wont bring me to anywhere desserted. So i suggested somewhere infront of Wisma. He say he wans to sit at coffee shop. I was OH..TTS A VERY GOOD IDEA!!!! finally i was back to reality ground. Fyuh. He bought a can of calrsburg again. I tell you, i could have died there. But ya i dint die la. HAHHAHA. its just so f-scary to know a mat-rep who still has his tagging on and is DRUNK. i thought im gonna get rape! I know i might sound stupid, but i just feel insecure nowdays becuase there's no one to take care of me anymore. Its all about being independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe tts the last time im gonna mit him. I tink if i mit him agaain. I DIE.After mitting that mat-rep, i met up with Tensssensohn Lee Ames. :)) im so glad i catch up with him. I SO MISS HIM LA. his so changed. i dnt know for the better or for the worse, but having him around, brighten my day. Anw,These few days im pretty pre-occupied. and im glad because i know it means im moving on with life. and i certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow (4th July) : NYDC wth sister and NAFA test 2.4km Run at 6:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday (6th July) : Outing with the secondary school bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Full shift working&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Going out with Hanifah. :))&lt;br /&gt;13 July: Outing with Pizza Hut collegues&lt;br /&gt;and one of the July-s is chalet.&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im currently sms-ing Hairil. He's just the joker that will only message me after 10:00pm only. hahaha. Joker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2090623221842413280?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2090623221842413280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2090623221842413280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2090623221842413280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2090623221842413280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-met-upmsncolledsms-with-7.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4507549094420939151</id><published>2007-07-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:09:44.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The gut feeling was right and the dream was obviously telling me something but i had to blatantly ignore it because im obnoxiously dumb.No doubt this is what an aquarius is. I felt as though i was being used. Well i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i still bother. I teared when i woke up at approximately 8:00am in the morning when i realsied there were no missed calls and there were no new messages in the handphone.Usually i will get txt messages as "Good moring syg, are you awake?" Today it was different. It was silent. Crushed emotions engulf me in that few seconds. I cried and cried more than i should. Hoping miracles happen. Well it did happen to me once so i doubt its happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to click....send message to him to make him realise on whatever shit his supposed to be responsible that he promised to and those yadayada stuff, but i pull-ed myself back. Gladly i know deep inside there's no point talking to some sense-less and no-heart man. I wish i can ignore people on a whim like some can do. Its so depressing to have the one you love most, the one you believe in the most to betray you. The fact, its Again. Being hurt twice is a no joke scenerio. If only i could detach myself from all this misery im facing.It would be a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i dont know what happiness is.I just talk to the bestfriend and i can see that guys perception is a total difference as compared to girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-4507549094420939151?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4507549094420939151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4507549094420939151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4507549094420939151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4507549094420939151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/gut-feeling-was-right-and-dream-was.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-578722283331507322</id><published>2007-07-03T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:54:57.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got so many things to wirte about. But zero pictures to host up. Considering the fact that i've got not more pictures to host. Limited friends and zero love pictures. Okay. Forget it. You get the drift. Im just very very dissapointed with life. I didnt plan my life to be this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime; i pray, i pray to God to forgive all my sins and to make us together forever. But now, i wish to take back what i wished and prayed for. Today God open my eyes again to let me see what's life is all about. Maybe we're not meant for each other. And eventhough this is hard, i accept this fact with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i wana proved to you that im gonna wait for you till you're done with National Service. Well, cause you want it this way, you get your choice. Life is all about making choice and you've made yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-578722283331507322?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/578722283331507322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=578722283331507322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/578722283331507322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/578722283331507322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-got-so-many-things-to-wirte-about.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2212323928394438631</id><published>2007-07-02T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:01:07.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To that special someone who made my day today. I wana say. U have practically converted those sorrows to laghters and craziness. Thanks alot.Dinner was good though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2212323928394438631?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2212323928394438631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2212323928394438631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2212323928394438631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2212323928394438631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-that-special-someone-who-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2603034062494947730</id><published>2007-07-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:37:10.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/over.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proximity is at its worst today. Im upset with myself. Nevertheless its a lesson for me.Be it a good or bad one.The difficult phases in life ive been through made me a really special person deep in there. Eventhough being only 19. I guess, ive somewhat learn what life is all about. You know they say its not wrong to give second chances to the one you love. I did. I gave him a second chance. We went through that bit of journey; thinking its happiness and a happily ever after kinda story. But no, things took a turn after a while. Its hard hard to continue. Its hard hard to patch and return to the basic lifestyle again. Everything seem so different after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me swear and promise that i wont leave you. I did exactly what you did. I vowed to never leave you. But it was you who left me instead. Again. Ive got no strength to pick myself up and continue with life. Seirously my soul has died in there. Your mum once hold my hand, look into my eyes and tell me not to betray you and to take care of you and told me what you've gone through with your other ex-s. She almost teared when telling me that. I teared upon hearing them. Eventhough thinking that its a man responsibility to take care of the girl i promised the mum, i wont. I wont betray him, i wont hurt him, in whatever situation be patience with him. And i did all that and im literally proud of myself. I give in to harsh and hard situations. It made me a patient lil girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disspointing when those vulgar languages were thrown at you. and you, feeling hurt yet have to swallow those painful words. As though making yourself swallowing the outerpart of a durian. And then he said sorry for the words used. Ironically; those words were used again in few hours time. Thats alot of pain. Respect were practically equals to zero. How does it feel if you plan for one a cable car lunch and he/she just had to cancel it bcos he wants to go out with his friends. Its a pain in the ass rite? Well that was what happen. I thought of celebrating the anniversary in a different way this time. But like said, we plan, but God's the one who decide. So ya; it didnt worked out as thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Swensens. It was on dutch. Then we went to lucky plaza to get a PSP. I contributed to that PSP. Without me, PSP weren't his and i guess he wont get hold of that dream item of his till today. I guess after getting his want; he let go of me.I dont know if you're using me or the money. I'm not blaming him for all these but i've learnt my lesson. Till then im a very dissapointed lil girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You clearly said "i've made my choice, im not gonna be with you anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For now, ive grown up. and i forsee my future in good hands because karma will slowly takes its place for all things that happen. My mum always tell me good things will come only once. I supposed mine has not even arrived yet. Its a slit in the heart. But i knw it will heal overtime. To those friends out there. You dont have to worry about me. If by any chance, my face is in the Obituary tomorrow, just send your condolences to my family alrights. Till then. Tts the teenybit fact abt me today. im more then sad. There no specific word that could describe my feeling for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2603034062494947730?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2603034062494947730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2603034062494947730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2603034062494947730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2603034062494947730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/proximity-is-at-its-worst-today.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7606653069025908759</id><published>2007-07-01T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:30:53.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 year 7 months. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7606653069025908759?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7606653069025908759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7606653069025908759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7606653069025908759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7606653069025908759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-year-7-months.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5769378780229599859</id><published>2007-06-29T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:07:06.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: Todays entry is f-random. You might want to relink you'reslf to other webpages.Its utterly redundant entries for today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember the first day of school my Global Supply chain teacher says this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;""CLASS, i want you to write down your name on a blank piece of paper and tell me what you gonna do once you graduated from NYP.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i confidently submitted this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/die.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alrights. im an ASSHOLE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random conversations AND sms in the hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;:I think you're sizzling hot, and i really wana dance with you again. But this time witout any disturbance. Just me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay joget pat padang ar lau tk nk orang ganggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay jugak. boleh ekh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft&lt;em&gt;.(aida, i think you will know who is this guy)&lt;/em&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been getting random sms-es for the past few days. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shila&lt;/strong&gt;: Aku tak pernah nampak kau sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: oh ye ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next week Fatin comes to school with a bloody-bengkak-eye! HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: Your belt is soo pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;(Went to toilet and the belt broke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! my $99 Queesn Coture belt that i just hosterd up in the previous previous entry BROKE!!! and it cant be worn till i go to some belt shop and get it fixed. suck-la-dey! Im so pist off. Really. I saved so much for the belt so much so now, it cant be used anymore. Like FUCK. watdahell. I broke the brown bag strap (&lt;em&gt;for stupidly putting so many books in it)&lt;/em&gt;, now the belt, whats next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. Im currently multi-tasking. Eating donuts from the donut facory and calling shila, msn-ing nurul and typing my entries. Sister is LOVE she bought half a dozen donuts from donut factory for the family and her boyfriend. So sweet kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my long-lost-but-not-forgotten BUDAK BUDAK Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss them. Both the old and new batch.Okay July 13 is a day out for budak2 pizzahut. August is rewang with budak budak ph.YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK LA! NAFA TEST IS IN 4 HOURS TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5769378780229599859?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5769378780229599859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5769378780229599859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5769378780229599859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5769378780229599859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-conversations.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-8893932561875041630</id><published>2007-06-28T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:24:22.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/transformers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not because of Tansformers i shall not blog about movies. Like serious! You know. I wont have much time to just literally blog about a movie or talk about movie unless im forced to like what i had to do in class for Marketing Research(&lt;em&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to talk about the movie rating.)&lt;/em&gt; and thats why you never see me mentioning about movies very much in my entries. By far i have watched a pretty handful of movies this month which includs Ocean 13, Shrek 3, 2 times of the Pirates of the Carrabiean and also other random and stupid movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today at 10:44am i shall globally,internationally and officially say that TRANSFORMERS is a must watch!! Its a must watch!! Its so good.Like really good and..its good! Okay i have limited vocab this is emabaressing. But hey you get the point. Take that $8 bucks and catch the Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the best movie so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality ground. Im rather pist off from yesterday night at about 11:00pm till today; right now. Okay to those people who mesaged me and dont seem to have any replies, my apologies, my prepaid is low. And i cant be bothered to do the topping-up because im BROKE and plainly LAZY. okay whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-8893932561875041630?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8893932561875041630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=8893932561875041630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8893932561875041630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/8893932561875041630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-its-not-because-of-tansformers-i.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-2749810566506209799</id><published>2007-06-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:54:51.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok heres a hurry entry. I've got less then 15 mins but more then 10 mins to type this entry becuase im rushing off to school. :) My eyes are better! Oh i guess i didnt mention this on saturday night i had a pretty swollen right eye. It was bad. Really swollen that i had to wear shades to school okay and even in class. I know. those gundus who saw me in shades; okay i wasnt trying to act cool in sch but ya!! ive got eye pbrlm. HAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its itchy and its ugly and its so swollen its asthough im being boxed by someone. Talking bout Box-ing. Gaffur!!! i broke up with my ex boyfriend not becuase i got beaten up!! I swear he never lay hand on me before. Ni ah..mandai mandai...dri mane die denga tau kan da sala info..Hhahaha. Ok, i'll update for after international mktg! I promise. Who wana go to the ministry of education with me and banned the subject int mktg. Cuase its tough tough!! &lt;em&gt;(i see the hands of my class)&lt;/em&gt; TTs the class spirit man!! hahahaha!! Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International mktg is driving me KARAZEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-2749810566506209799?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2749810566506209799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=2749810566506209799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2749810566506209799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/2749810566506209799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-heres-hurry-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1258599521457366645</id><published>2007-06-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:58:14.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/todaysshoppin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to read this! I met Marcell at The Heeren today. Marcella is a very beeaauuttiiful Indonesian artist that acts in the local indonesia drama "Brownie". She's so preety spelt with a capital/bold P-R-E-T-T-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awwwss she had to-die-for type of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay before i went to Orcahrd and did the shopping like i should i pay a tribute to the long lost KFC Siglap. Rather disspointed with some people whose name shall not be mentioned. Okay there's this very very good looking rider at KFC and what you're abt to hear is NOT the normal i fall in love with a hot rider kinda story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. I waved i thought it was Fahrin. And then i look again it wasnt Fahrin. So i fake a smile out of embaressment and he smiled. Okay. Part 1 is over. Part 2, i saw him again and he did the "peace" sign to me. Im like WTH. Oooo...ky of course i didnt do the Peace sign to him. I guess if i were to do that i will look rather stupid/retarded. Part 3 when i was about to leave the KFC and he smiled and smiled and never stop smiling until i the last minute before i turned my head he says BYE. I was like " OHMYGOD MIANG NYE!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is because his ENGAGGED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tell you straight i have the least respect for guys who isnt sincere towards his gf/fiance/wife. Tell me if he looks like Wentworthmiller or Ashton or David Beckham or Brad Pitt. Once i know these guys are those cheeky-idiotiic-has-to-be-slapped kinda guys i dont think you deserve a girl ever. &amp; i shall make myself clear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE THE LEAST RESPECT FOR THIS TYPE OF GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay. I bought a dress at Heeren just now because i wana wear it when i go out with Love. :)) Im sweet. Its 129 Buckaroos but its on 30% sale!! so YAHHOO. I LOVE SALE SEASON. Then headed to Queens Couture junk food to get the muppet show belt. Its so pretty and i have been eyeing it since a long long time. I have shown the belt to love, to the friends, to my mom but i hadnt literally got it till TODAY! Eventhough its 99 bucks, I just to had to have it. I dont mind starving or work my way with bread and butter till the month ends. I love shopping! &amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp; they are pratically a MUST-HAVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1258599521457366645?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1258599521457366645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1258599521457366645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1258599521457366645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1258599521457366645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/youve-got-to-read-this-i-met-marcell-at.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-4908383691016280758</id><published>2007-06-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:13:29.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyone wana PIMP my house? Okay, maybe house is kinda big. Well lets just stick to the room only. :)) i think the cute dirty room needs a make-over. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless im so jealous with the sister cause she went to the Jets concert!! The last time i went to a live concert was eaons ago. The Simple Plan concert. I really miss jumping around, screaming at the top of the lungs to whatever songs they are palying, flags the hand in the air, does the \m/ bloody-mofo sign, and then jumps again praying that that whenever you jump, the gravity wont pull you down! Yeah that kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Bloody shit. Okay im off to mums workplace in about an hour or so. Im shagged. These few days i have been sleeping late and waking up very very early. And usually im stuck rite infront of the comp typing my projects away. Blah Blah Blah. I deserve the most boring life award. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 8:00am and had super early breakfast with Love. Then headed home at ard 12:00pm cause Love had to sembahyang jumaat with the friend. Oh gracious. We had KFC for breakfast. I tell you, Love has the word Fast Food carved on his forehead. He never liked local food and here i am doesnt really like those kind of fast-you-know-food. Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Yazid my sis bf; i tell you stop talking about me! Okay! How can you say my bones are chicken bones. Thats sad sad you know. Im not all chickeny neither im that chicken-thin. Better say sorry before i get my hands on you. And you're not suppose to tell the world what are my usual habits at home!! You see, now Panther knows that teeny-weeny fact abt me. Mane nk letak muke sey. Adik adik, you better tell your bf dont say so much bout me kay. Its Embaressing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jage kau Yazid nanti kau tido rumah aku, aku cekik cekik kau and we shall see who clucks like the chicken. &lt;em&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA&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/877419351090932065-4908383691016280758?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4908383691016280758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=4908383691016280758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4908383691016280758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/4908383691016280758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/anyone-wana-pimp-my-house-okay-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6472464813124555585</id><published>2007-06-22T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:36:06.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upsetting sey! Can you friggin believe it, the big/huge/gigantic/enormous Vivo city doesnt have Chaos and the Far East Plaza at Orchard road has 2 of that store in the shopping centre. I really wanted a dress from there. Today is major dissapointment. This is because i know im going spent the money on something very very random and i did. Nothing productive but cash is gone! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mesis1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here are some pics of me and the sis at Vivo City today. We headed for very late lunch at Harbour Front and surprisingly there's this makcik that mengumpat about her friend to me. I mean why is she telling me all this gossips? Lols. It would be better if she just cooks my carrot cake abit faster cause im dead hugry. I treat the family okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mesis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we had random walks and ended up in Ben and Jerry. Ya what else. Its like a must to pay a visit to Ben and Jerry once you entered Vivo okay cause i so cannot resist the strawberry cheesecake and i will drool and drool if i never eat them whenever i see them. So true lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mesis3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dessert, we roam the shopping centre and singing to the songs thats in our head and pathetically we found nothing to buy! Its only at 10:00 pm before we reached the exit of Vivo we decide to detour to a shop known as Desigual. Its situated beside the Swarovski shop. I tell you the clothes there are expensive but Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mesis4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this brown top that i fall in love with and the price was $129.00. Its rather plain and basic, normal type of long-sleeveed top. Yeah you get the drift. And i tell you its a must to have it and ....guess what!  There is this taugay head hole on the right sleeve and immediate discount was given and the price fall straight to $39 BUCKARRROOS.  Yeah Baby!! Without hesitation i buy the top cause mom told me that she will help me sew the flaw. I love you mom. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the pics and the tryouts. Thats the brown top im reffering to. I couldnt believe it its $129 at first. Go patronize the shop. You'll believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/mesis5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay ladies and gentlemen till then, im a happy girl today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6472464813124555585?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6472464813124555585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6472464813124555585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6472464813124555585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6472464813124555585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/upsetting-sey-can-you-friggin-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-3251238202465389722</id><published>2007-06-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:57:18.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy with my eye in a far far away land&lt;br /&gt;A cute lil cow.&lt;br /&gt;Cow was named Aida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she's very unique and individualistic comapred to other cows&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has ears of Shrek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&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/877419351090932065-3251238202465389722?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3251238202465389722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=3251238202465389722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3251238202465389722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/3251238202465389722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-spy-with-my-eye-in-far-far-away-land.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-7854668655946040867</id><published>2007-06-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:22:29.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hail me people. Im in sch stuck with projects but i managed to sqeeze tht bit of time for a peace of mind; blogging. This is only possible with the convinience of Zainal's laptop. So zainal my lovey dovey cute guy friend. THANK YOU. Currently, Kofu isnt temperature friendly cause right now my fingers are practically shivering to the absolute cold feeling and whats worse, outside is pouring. I think im gonna die of cold. Wait for that to happen in Singapore is rather impossible i supposed. HHAHAHA.i guess im just exxagerating with a capital E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects for Entreperneurship is done. I just have to compute the information/data to ppt slides and im officially done with Entreperneurship. And ya.. make-ready my cue cards for Monday's presentation. Now im all stuck with int mktg. I have HELL-NO-IDEA on what int mktg is all about actually. My brain juices for that module is dried up! Oh man. The Taufik Batisah Usah Lepaskan song on nurul's laptop is making the whole atmosphere, slow sleepy,cold,quiet...ya you get the drift. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently waiting for the sister to go back from Mendaki so i can make my way to Vivo and do some aggreswsive shopping. Well not that aggresive maybe. I'll get 2 tops,2 Bottoms maybe. I dont know. Or maybe i shud just save my money and bawak masok lobang kubor. Pon okay jugak. Hahhaahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-7854668655946040867?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7854668655946040867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=7854668655946040867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7854668655946040867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/7854668655946040867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/hail-me-people.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-1035467424433629389</id><published>2007-06-21T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:54:12.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, i had a one minute shock about to die kinda feeling just now. Because Kayly just told me she hadnt prepare ppt slides for Entreperneurship. I thought i died. Okay Nurul just save my life. She say we're suppose to do it as a group tommorow. Fyuh! I thought i had to do it or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just now i had Gelare for lunch with love at East Coast. After that i went straight home for projects. But before that me and love when to Arab Street to get Murtabak for love's family. Mak I know im a good girl. Okay skip tht important part. Here's something more important; while im walking home alone towards my block, suddenly i heard somebody swit-ed at me. I thought mat-rep mane. I turn..AND.....SURPRISINGLY, its not a mat-rep, its not an ah-beng neither its a Bangla. Its my Ustaz people!!! MY USTAZ!! The religious teacher! So ya, Fatin has to fake a smile. Damn. Ustaz ekh..ingat mat maner. &lt;em&gt;Hhahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya. Im bored with projects. Well what's new for the students of MK0503. i have been saying "IM BORED WITH PROJECTS" for the past few entries. Its seriosuly never ending. I have been sitting infront of this computer since 9:00am in the morning and my butt is getting flatter okay!! Fuck projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care tommorow im going shoopppiiinng despite of the un-finished projetcs. But looking at my wardrobe now, there's so many clothes but when i searched for the right one to go out, they are like literally gone. Isit me or really my clothes are missing or they just have to be more. At first i thought my clothes would be sufficient for the whole semsester but then to think again, it dont seem to be fitting in to those days.Somewhat they arent enough. Wht's enough rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well same goes for the shoes. Oh ya shoes! Here's a very important piece of information just for you .Its funny how my feet never accomaodates to any shoes. Seriosuly its just me with covered shoes/flats/heels you will always find me with blisters and cuts. I dont lie! Go ask my friends especially Shila, My Love, Lizah who never fails to accompany to anywhere that sells plaster. and surprisingly i dont buy 1-2 strips of that handiplast, i buy 5-8 at one go. I can have blisters at very random places for instance, my toes, my thumbs, my ankles the back the front. You name it. Shila once told me im from the ancient times where humans go everywhere bare-foot. Well maybe im born in the worng era. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHHA. &lt;/em&gt; Probably its because of the way how i walk. Love told me my feet is slunted to the side or in easier terms "senget" hahaha. or maybe i walk that fast that i have a high tendency to hurt my skin. Kesian my feet they are always suffering to all the things that covers my feet which is also known as shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im bored. I gotta go back and strt my drive for projetcs. :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-1035467424433629389?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1035467424433629389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=1035467424433629389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1035467424433629389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/1035467424433629389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-i-had-one-minute-shock-about.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-6381302597640521937</id><published>2007-06-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:58:04.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOh my gaawwd! Im sick of doing the never-ending-projetcs. OHMY OHMY. Its a pain in the ass. Not forgetting that there's like 4 more projetcs that is due this Monday. F-U-C-K. Oh oh..and the 15 page report for international marketing is not even 1/4 done. Talk about lazy. Hey! Welcome to the club dude! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saturday and sunday is full shift work i cant afford to bring the home-computer down to swarovski and do my project. This is not happenning!! Okay maybe i shall take MC on monday. How bout' that. &lt;em&gt;Hahahaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something? im reallly miss going abroad. Those days when you sit in the airplane and give those airstewerdess a hell of a time demanding for more apple juice and ya craneberries juice.Take lots and lots of pictures that battries needs to be changed afterawhile, the days when you think you're rich and money must be spent. and ya money seems like Monopoly. Gerek sak. I think im gonna make myself happy and go Bali again. well maybe i'll opt for a change. Probably this time to Bangkok or No! maybe i'll rott at Malaysia and stuff myself up since next few months would be Malaysia's Mega Sale! oh yes! I so can smell frrreeeeddoom baby! Frankly speaking these few days has been booreedom with a CAPITAL B. That's the why my entries have been lacking in pictures. But i bet with my cute little toes that tommorow im gonna get some time off for me and the very beloved sister cause we have alot to catch up on. Espescially shopping!! Lalalla.. Ok. its 11:00am in the morning and Love has gone with Hafiz to the bike shop when Me the very bored-lil-girl is stuck at home alone. Erm...well not really alone..im with the projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabeh la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-6381302597640521937?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6381302597640521937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=6381302597640521937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6381302597640521937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/6381302597640521937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/ooh-my-gaawwd-im-sick-of-doing-never.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877419351090932065.post-5952220689728413520</id><published>2007-06-20T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:56:03.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening to: Ada Cinta Acha ft Irwansyah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ucapkanlah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Satu kata yang kunantikan&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak mampu membaca matamu&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar bisikmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyikanlah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Senandung kata hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak sanggup&lt;br /&gt;Mengartikan getar ini&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku meragu pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa berat ungkapkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia ada dalam rinai hujan&lt;br /&gt;Dalam terang bulan juga dalam sedu sedan&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa sulit mengaku cinta padahal ia terasa&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rindu dendam hening malam cinta terasa ada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tell you, this is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 0000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time i have played this song and i love this song baby that i have download it to my very own desktop.and there's a very high probability that im gonna make this my blog song. :)) Not denying the fact that Irwansyah is &lt;strong&gt;HOT HOT!&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you i was havin dinner witht the family at love's house the other day when irwansyah was spotted on TV. Without much hesitation Fatin stood right infront of the TV just to see him sing. I tell you i melt. Melted. Awwwwsss.. He's soooooo Lomantic i tell you.&lt;em&gt;HAHAHHA &lt;/em&gt;But really, frankly speaking, it would be more competible if it was me and him and not Acha. Hahaha. To Acha fans, Whooppps! &lt;em&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/em&gt; Serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good qulity time spent with love. Had movie marathon like said watched pirates of carribean and shrek but this time with Hafiz. Love bestfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shoutout to Hafiz: Thanks for the Free Tickets!!! We owe you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headed home early because had to accomplish the projects. Yeah you heard it right. Life's bored with projects. Might consider going Hanifah's chalet tommorow. I need the green light from Dad though! Dad has been seriously wrong these few weeks. He's isnt the Dad i use to know. Nevertheless, i wun say much furthur for his my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have three great guys with me and i dont know which one to choose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want to hurt any. I might leave all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im just confused afterall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877419351090932065-5952220689728413520?l=velvetlaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5952220689728413520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=877419351090932065&amp;postID=5952220689728413520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5952220689728413520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/877419351090932065/posts/default/5952220689728413520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetlaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/currently-listening-to-ada-cinta-acha.html' title=''/><author><name>makemeportable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04233531993663668886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
