<?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-27596964</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:59:00.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fizah-ijah-jonet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-6819794627139816948</id><published>2010-04-07T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:07:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-6819794627139816948?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6819794627139816948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6819794627139816948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5331372081581895969</id><published>2007-06-17T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:20:59.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>Let me share with you a beautiful story I found earlier while surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big difference." replied the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,&lt;br /&gt;chances are that I may let your hand go.&lt;br /&gt; But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;you will never let my hand go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dollielove.com"target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dollielove/fathersday/4.gif"border=0 alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Glitters, Myspace Graphics from Dollielove.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the hand someone can hold and feel the trust and love through. &lt;br /&gt;And allow into your life, a hand that can do the same for you when needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5331372081581895969?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5331372081581895969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5331372081581895969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-1593182335142059311</id><published>2007-06-08T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:12:19.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin' it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/6-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always someone that makes my day at work.&lt;br /&gt;And this makes me look forward to go to work the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-1593182335142059311?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1593182335142059311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1593182335142059311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-4960242180410941301</id><published>2007-06-05T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:56:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Excuse me.. Where are you going?"</title><content type='html'>How to start a conversation with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask: "Excuse me. What time issit now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying work, for now. I'm not sure whether it will be the same if my mentor&lt;br /&gt;will no longer be sitting by my side at the counters after my on job training ends.&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, my mentor had to cover someone's duty at the other counter,&lt;br /&gt;so I was alone clearing the departure cars and motors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I haven't survived are taking the correct routes to&lt;br /&gt;the correct locations at the building. I'm very bad at directions eventhough&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking at the same place for a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;I've got lost alot of times for just trying to find the female locker room and&lt;br /&gt;somehow I would ended up outside the male locker room.&lt;br /&gt;I would end up at the Auditorium when actually I'm trying to find the Cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;I would end up at the Green Channel when I'm supposed to go to the Arrival side.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been automatically approached alot of times for having this "lost look" on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak nak carik female locker eh.. Female locker pat hujung saner.."&lt;br /&gt;"Awak ni gi mana ni.. Kalau nak gi arrival jalan straight, belok kanan.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya ni betol cafeteria.."&lt;br /&gt;"Dah tahu tak female locker pat maner?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nak gi (insert counter name) eh. (Insert counter name) jalan straight aje.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not funny hokay. It's very embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;But the strange thing is, I did not approached anyone first for directions.&lt;br /&gt;Its like those kind people who gave me directions can read my mind&lt;br /&gt;where I'm actually supposed to be heading to.&lt;br /&gt;See, it's good to have a "lost look". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this only applies to my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine if you were to put me at Orchard Road alone.&lt;br /&gt;I think my parents have to report me "MISSING".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-4960242180410941301?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/4960242180410941301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/4960242180410941301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/06/excuse-me-where-are-you-going.html' title='&quot;Excuse me.. Where are you going?&quot;'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5306399016230611372</id><published>2007-06-02T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:33:55.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening to me?!</title><content type='html'>I've been getting strange feelings and weird dreams and this involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"paranormal and creepy issues".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is unwell and my stomach doesn't feel good all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just too stressed out, not with work but with something bizarre and immoral.&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah everything will go away soon but somehow the word &lt;strong&gt;'soon'&lt;/strong&gt; scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5306399016230611372?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5306399016230611372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5306399016230611372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-happening-at-home.html' title='What&apos;s happening to me?!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-3956226938789518997</id><published>2007-06-01T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:07:12.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to scream!!</title><content type='html'>I should have recorded whatever my mom and grandma said. &lt;br /&gt;Izzati was being really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;If only she could understand what is really going on, &lt;br /&gt;I guess she would have join forces and used up the tissue papers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are embarrassed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So don't think that everything is alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody get me a pail?&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-3956226938789518997?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3956226938789518997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3956226938789518997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-scream.html' title='I want to scream!!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5566612937089572478</id><published>2007-05-27T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:00:26.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Baby!</title><content type='html'>My parents are out of town for two days and I'm home alone this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I went to catch a movie yesterday afternoon and did a little bit of&lt;br /&gt;shopping to fill up my locker at the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I met Baby at the park near my house.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like bringing him back home to accompany me yesterday night since my parents are away.&lt;br /&gt;He really enjoyed being pampered and being fed by me.&lt;br /&gt;I on some music and he fell asleep on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;I watch him sleep and took his adorable pictures while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Baby...&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cat7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Baby!&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cat8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed him with Friskies!&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cat6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, he sat on my lap.&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fall asleep when I let him listen to Ungu songs.&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging &lt;s&gt;the bolster&lt;/s&gt; my legs!&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cat5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping oh so soundly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my Baby. Isn't he adorable?&lt;br /&gt;I should have brought him home to accompany me last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5566612937089572478?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5566612937089572478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5566612937089572478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-baby.html' title='My new Baby!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5150687319081878248</id><published>2007-05-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:16:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Stand by You</title><content type='html'>A quick update. First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;congratulation to newly-weds &lt;strong&gt;Mohamad Razali &amp;amp; Nurfazilah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clans attended an ex-colleague wedding at Tampines last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;and I must tell you, everything were fantastic! The food and the deco were superb!&lt;br /&gt;And… member dah tau bawak kereta seh. Lol. So, we went cruising on Izhar's car to the&lt;br /&gt;Changi Airport and Tampines Mall in our baju kurong!&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into my brother and his friends at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Popeye's Restaurant before the wedding to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, our stomachs were already full when we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;So me and Fatin took just a little bit of rice and were unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;caught by the Groom's Mom. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about wedding. Yesterday evening, I went to meet the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;after our exam papers. Yes, we finally had our quality time together. Miss my baby like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about him on the train till I actually missed my station.&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned about a desperate ***** at the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she is not &lt;strong&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt; yet, kan sayang?&lt;br /&gt;I’m being sarcastic here. Those who gets it, gets it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered to type out what she did/how desperate she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam tak kawan aje..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is just sooo sweet and I love him sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu dalam sejuta. Kamulah segala-galanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow will be my graduation ceremony. Six weeks passed by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;and I will definitely missed all the memorable times we shared during&lt;br /&gt;lessons, tea break, lunch and site visits.&lt;br /&gt;And what have I gained for these six weeks of training? I’ve gained weight!&lt;br /&gt;Okay and I do know more about my job scope.&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, I’m going to be as busy as the bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5150687319081878248?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5150687319081878248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5150687319081878248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-fantabulous.html' title='I&apos;ll Stand by You'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-2469661548181673701</id><published>2007-05-18T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:39:41.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kini baru ku sedari &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selama ini kau ku sayangi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai bukan itu hakikatnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengapa rindu yang ku rasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkin tiada ku fahami &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak dapat ku nafikan lagi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beban rahsia kian membakar diri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could let you know, that it was &lt;strong&gt;perfect &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I wanted you to &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-2469661548181673701?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2469661548181673701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2469661548181673701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-6165052479863441958</id><published>2007-05-13T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:35:53.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i need is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/telusuri2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the sound of my handphone ringing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I gazed at the alarm clock and without even looking at the Caller ID,&lt;br /&gt;I knew who it was. I didn't picked up the phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I woke up on the right side of bed so I replied to the SMS later and messaged&lt;br /&gt;Fatin after that to tell her I'm back from the great perplexity that I was thrown into.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that Fatin is always there to give me her listening ears and a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;to lean on. She never fails to give me &lt;strong&gt;positive advice and support&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The exultation that once floods me had gone and instead I was flooded with tears last night.&lt;br /&gt;I've been summoned by confusions for the past few days and it bothered me alot.&lt;br /&gt;I could never have imagine that the disappointment had a huge impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that in the end, it's my prerogative that matters and at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let fate decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. I hope it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't ask much. All I need is time because life is not measured by the&lt;br /&gt;number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-6165052479863441958?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6165052479863441958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6165052479863441958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-god-i-found-you.html' title='All i need is...'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5841117301861850582</id><published>2007-05-12T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:36:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet again</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to hear the great news eventhough&lt;br /&gt;I foresee that its going to be another disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5841117301861850582?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5841117301861850582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5841117301861850582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/05/yet-again.html' title='Yet again'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-7219910864315032246</id><published>2007-05-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:08:40.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry to make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so in love with...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ungublack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-7219910864315032246?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/7219910864315032246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/7219910864315032246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/05/ungu.html' title='Cry to make me smile'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-6287222823624637413</id><published>2007-04-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:03:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit cinta</title><content type='html'>fever. sorethroat. cough. headache. fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping. porridge. bitter medicine. sweet cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;wrestling. bruises on my arms. aching joints. muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm missing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-6287222823624637413?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6287222823624637413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6287222823624637413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/sakit-cinta.html' title='Sakit cinta'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-1402066771162425160</id><published>2007-04-26T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:02:54.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>My prediction was correct!&lt;br /&gt;We had our physical training today and the course will end on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is aching and hurting like crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody willing to give me a free massage?&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-1402066771162425160?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1402066771162425160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1402066771162425160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-4890156595653667322</id><published>2007-04-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:35:55.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerek!!</title><content type='html'>Our training lessons were conducted at Woodlands Checkpoint for the past two days&lt;br /&gt;and I must tell you that it was so fun with lots and lots of laughter and shouting going on.&lt;br /&gt;We have definitely started to "misbehave".&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were given some documentation to scan on our systems&lt;br /&gt;but instead we scanned our hands and stationery when the officer wasn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;And today, Ily and I were pretending to pay attention to what the officer was teaching&lt;br /&gt;infront of the class but our ears were actually listening to the&lt;br /&gt;uncensored stories of the guys at the back.&lt;br /&gt;To quote Irwan who was sitting next to me and obviously caught us eavesdropping,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. korang pasang telinga eh.."&lt;br /&gt;"Panjang.. panjang.. nanti aku attack knee kau baru tau!" (inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;And when we were supposed to be practicing on our EECUS,&lt;br /&gt;some of us decided to walk around and started taking candid pictures and videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rasul!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the handphone and started deleting!&lt;br /&gt;So you know where the shouting came from? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that tomorrow will be a hard day for us as we are&lt;br /&gt;having our Control and Restraint Course.&lt;br /&gt;We are required to wear our sport shoes and track pants.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess there will be some physical training going on.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 days since we had training at the Home Team Academy and&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking, I actually look forward to tomorrow because I missed the&lt;br /&gt;HTA cafeteria food as well as the free food provided for us during our two tea breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;s&gt;exciting&lt;/s&gt; fattening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Pictures will be uploaded soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-4890156595653667322?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/4890156595653667322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/4890156595653667322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/gerek.html' title='Gerek!!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-3656349766557705314</id><published>2007-04-18T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:24:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh why, oh why?</title><content type='html'>I thought I already had the strength to overcome&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;main challenge&lt;/strong&gt; of my new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey from Bedok to Boon Lay plus having a full blast of my&lt;br /&gt;favourite indonesian songs on my MP3 player makes my eyes all teary&lt;br /&gt;not because I was bored or sleepy sitting on the long hour train ride but because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed him terribly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three days of my &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; long journey from&lt;br /&gt;Bedok to the Home Team Academy, all i think about was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, is this what I really really want.&lt;br /&gt;A stable job? A better income? A better prospect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-3656349766557705314?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3656349766557705314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3656349766557705314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-why-oh-why.html' title='Oh why, oh why?'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-1468238125835070334</id><published>2007-04-13T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:26:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in yourself</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling much better now and i believe that&lt;br /&gt;if I don't ever take chances, I won't reach the rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/flyok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ready to open the door. I'm ready to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to spread my wings across the sky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Believe that you have the destiny, the innate ability,&lt;br /&gt;to become all you expect of life.&lt;br /&gt;Experience all of life's peaks and plateaus.&lt;br /&gt;Find the meaning of life's struggles and accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;There you will find the meaning to life and life's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in your deeply hidden feelings, because they show the person that you are.&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of each opportunity, and make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the person that you are, the needs that your life contains.&lt;br /&gt;Search deeply to capture the essence of life.&lt;br /&gt;Find your limitations and build upon them.&lt;br /&gt;Create within yourself a person who is strong and capable of withstanding pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that life will offer some disappointments, but remember, through&lt;br /&gt;those situations you become a stronger, more stable person.&lt;br /&gt;Don't overlook obstacles, but work through them.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that each road you choose will offer some difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;If life were meant to be easy, there would be no challenges and no rainbows."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sherrie L. Householder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These inspirational words has lifted and inspired me to begin&lt;br /&gt;travelling in the direction of my dreams and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my smile back.&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-1468238125835070334?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1468238125835070334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1468238125835070334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/believe-in-youurself.html' title='Believe in yourself'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-6810342523876041901</id><published>2007-04-11T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:13:39.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/farlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice makes my world seem brighter, even when we are miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-6810342523876041901?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6810342523876041901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6810342523876041901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-6022944488384169697</id><published>2007-04-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:42:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>After much thoughts, cries, advices and hesitation...&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to take up the offer at another workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely the biggest and distressing decision&lt;br /&gt;I've made in my whole entire life. I hope I didn't make the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its heartbreaking to leave the place that I am so attached to.&lt;br /&gt;For the last three months or so, I've been blissfully happy.&lt;br /&gt;The working environment and my colleagues were superb.&lt;br /&gt;But circumstances forced me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tmft8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorable bustop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when we used to sing and dance while waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when we kept hoping that it would be the&lt;br /&gt;handsome bus driver driving the bus.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when we became kiasu and started queueing up for&lt;br /&gt;the bus when we saw the "Nongsarian" on their way to the bustop&lt;br /&gt;and making noises when the bus did not stop infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tmft1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My locker in the girls changing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the ladies will start shouting like mad women reporting rape! lol.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times i used to steal and hide the mirror away from the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when we screamed madly because of a cockroach that came into the room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times i used to on loud indonesian music and lied down on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times i used to knocked on the guys changing room door and ran off and..&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smell of my own perfume!&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tmft7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggage counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here that I made my first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I even felt like quitting my job on the first week of training.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to Fatin who gave me words of encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;I stayed and found the word &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, baggage counter is one of my favourite deployment.&lt;br /&gt;The amazing feeling of satisfaction when we had to charge the passengers for their&lt;br /&gt;excess luggages were remarkable and I could also shout loudly "Bang! Bintan 5 o'clock!"&lt;br /&gt;like as if I'm at the pasar malam (as said by Joanna). lol.&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tmft5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departure Gate to the Departure Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared when I was deployed here for the first time but it later became my favourite deployment as the job was quite simple and I get to buy food from Ibu Qasti as and when I like.&lt;br /&gt;And there's also a beautiful story behind this place.&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tmft320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizah's and Shammima's hideout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to sit behind the fences at night, sharing stories&lt;br /&gt;and throwing stones into the sea. Wah.. so romantic right?! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tmft9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathway from Departure Hall to the Jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss holding hands and walking down here with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I could turn back the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm missing all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-6022944488384169697?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6022944488384169697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/6022944488384169697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5468711544217788070</id><published>2007-04-07T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:43:06.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause.Rewind.Stop</title><content type='html'>Tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;I will cry myself to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5468711544217788070?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5468711544217788070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5468711544217788070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/pauserewindstop.html' title='Pause.Rewind.Stop'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-2531306344048729820</id><published>2007-04-06T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:06:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm unprepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;et go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;attached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fallen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-2531306344048729820?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2531306344048729820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2531306344048729820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-unprepared.html' title='i&apos;m unprepared'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-2758446633908991819</id><published>2007-04-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:47:20.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im.missing.all.of.u</title><content type='html'>I gave him a very emotional letter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;resignation letter&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I'm crying. And I'm still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: him=the manager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-2758446633908991819?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2758446633908991819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2758446633908991819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/04/sobsobsob.html' title='im.missing.all.of.u'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-80193250007231274</id><published>2007-03-31T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:39:24.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.love.u</title><content type='html'>To hold the hand of someone you love is&lt;br /&gt;one of the most wondrous things in this life.&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/200382118-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I wished the distance from the departure hall to the pontoon was longer.&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us holding hands and saying &lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt;, it's not just a dream anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-80193250007231274?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/80193250007231274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/80193250007231274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/03/iloveu.html' title='i.love.u'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-3292507860840285456</id><published>2007-03-31T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:35:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you know?</title><content type='html'>Pardon my foul language on my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have read it, good for you and for those who missed it, too bad because&lt;br /&gt;I had deleted it. Don't worry, you didn't missed a thing, you only missed reading&lt;br /&gt;a few spurt of my bad language and seeing how angry I was yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having my sleep yesterday night after ruminating about the&lt;br /&gt;beautiful day I had at work when suddenly my boyfriend sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and appreciate all the sweet messages he sent.&lt;br /&gt;His messages makes me smile. His messages makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;His messages makes me cry (tears of joy).&lt;br /&gt;Even if I were to wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of my handphone&lt;br /&gt;ringing and have him telling me he misses me just make me feel that we are lying&lt;br /&gt;next to one another. And I will definitely reply back to his messages.&lt;br /&gt;He is the best thing that had ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I..&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. the boyfriend messaged me last night saying he has his&lt;br /&gt;"medicine" when he misses me: my photo. I got super freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;He must have gotten it from a colleague of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to return back the photo and promised to give him another photo of mine,&lt;br /&gt;a better one that is. I don't wish for anyone to interfere with our (long distant) relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm doing is right and I don't need people telling me to spice things up.&lt;br /&gt;So don't expect me to kiss or hug him infront of everyone at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend had heard the rumour about me having a relationship&lt;br /&gt;with someone else at work and he asked for my explanation about it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But that just proof that he loves me and he cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;This just makes our relationship stronger and I'm beginning to love him even more.&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever cheat on my boyfriend. Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished people would stop talking about the wrong things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-3292507860840285456?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3292507860840285456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3292507860840285456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-you-know.html' title='Now you know?'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5192678461389846976</id><published>2007-03-20T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:50:56.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is sweeter than love</title><content type='html'>Love is....&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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweeter than chocolates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweeter than wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sweeter than just about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5192678461389846976?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5192678461389846976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5192678461389846976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-is-sweeter-than-love.html' title='Nothing is sweeter than love'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-1093529280896571823</id><published>2007-03-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:45:29.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love.love.love</title><content type='html'>You told me to wait awhile....&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/black3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/black3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and you whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/whisper4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i love you..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-1093529280896571823?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1093529280896571823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/1093529280896571823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/03/l-word.html' title='love.love.love'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-7709206967170361384</id><published>2007-02-10T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:08:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magazine for babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/16-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/5-3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/19.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/5-3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/7-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/babytalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase Babytalk February Issue magazine and stand a chance to&lt;br /&gt;meet Baby Alyssa in person and get her autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you find inside the magazine?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little preview specially for all the babies out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learn some karate moves and self-defense.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/kick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learn about determination and perseverance.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pacifier1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pacifier2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pacifier3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;How to let Mommy change your clothes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/bigbaju1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/bigbaju2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/bigbaju3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anger management&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/makingfun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/whatever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The magazine is &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; available to babies age 0 month to 12 months old.&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Grab your copy now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-7709206967170361384?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/7709206967170361384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/7709206967170361384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/02/magazine-for-babies.html' title='Magazine for babies'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5372034563454861412</id><published>2007-02-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:24:30.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lions roar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/4.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/5.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore defeats Thailand 3-2 on aggregrate and became the&lt;br /&gt;champion of the Asean Football Championship 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/3.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers to the Lions. You done us proud!&lt;br /&gt;Ole ole ole ole ole ole Singapura confirm bole!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5372034563454861412?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5372034563454861412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5372034563454861412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-are-champion.html' title='The lions roar'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-8774586487906377830</id><published>2007-02-03T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:52:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/adidas2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got myself this an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-8774586487906377830?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/8774586487906377830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/8774586487906377830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-got-myself-this-hour-ago.html' title='Adidas'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-2875065338906422998</id><published>2007-02-01T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:24:30.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say my name, say my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pierreandre.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His voice melts my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-2875065338906422998?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2875065338906422998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/2875065338906422998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2007/01/say-my-name-say-my-name.html' title='Say my name, say my name'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-3313864318952647937</id><published>2006-12-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:05:39.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Peppers, Not!</title><content type='html'>A party was executed&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was elated&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl was delighted&lt;br /&gt;With the surprise she never expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/kin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click 6 celebrated Shikin's birthday with a surprise party at my place last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to blindfold her (and walk around in circles) so that she would&lt;br /&gt;not have gotten any idea where we were heading to. Unfortunately, the rain had hindered&lt;br /&gt;our plan and we had to come out with a new strategy to make her enter my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharina, Diah and Hana stayed in the house to prepare for the final touch up (and they&lt;br /&gt;also started eating first) while me and Dibah went to meet Shikin at Dib's void deck.&lt;br /&gt;And so the bohong sunat began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikin: Yang lain mane?&lt;br /&gt;Adibah: Dorang gi Tampines. Kita jumpe dorang pat Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Naik bus 67 yang dekat rumah Fizah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, tapi aku kene ambek wallet ar. Tertinggal pat rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back to my place, I purposely called Diah to let her know that&lt;br /&gt;we were on our way there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello Rusydiah. Kita jumpe korang pat Tampines aje la. Depan Mcdonald.&lt;br /&gt;*Hang up the phone*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dorang tunggu pat McDonald kecik.&lt;br /&gt;Shikin: Oh, Mcdonald kecik pat interchange la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the door, I got a call from Diah.&lt;br /&gt;Diah: Dah sampai tekan doorbell okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking how the hell am I going to press the doorbell when I don't have one*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, wallet aku tertinggal, aku gi rumah ambek. Sekarang dah ade &lt;strong&gt;depan&lt;/strong&gt; rumah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, pandaikan kita orang berlakon?? Boleh dapat perlakon kumpulan terbaik 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Pics2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started making the preparations as early as 10a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decorations are still hanging on my bedroom ceiling and everytime I&lt;br /&gt;wake up in the middle of the night, I would freak out. Sooner or later, I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;take them down and keep for the next suprise party, okay girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Pics2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan time is still my favourite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Pics2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday cake is simply the best. Chocolates, whipped cream, strawberries. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Pics2033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had a lucky draw session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Pics2047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabo time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Pics2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah spray spray and terpekik terlolong, it's clean up time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click 6 bergembira di hujung minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline is, the birthday party was a blast and definitely an event worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;We should chill out more often and play card games (no 'happy family' please)&lt;br /&gt;or watch horror movies under one roof together, right girls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-3313864318952647937?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3313864318952647937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/3313864318952647937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/12/red-hot-chili-peppers-not.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers, Not!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-5912165572148314249</id><published>2006-12-12T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:52:19.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a 3 Months Old Baby</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Ijah had not visited me for almost three weeks because she had been busy with her shopping spree and her silly online game obsession. I hope December will go away quickly so that Kak Ijah will not spend her money like as if it grows on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kak Ijah came to visit me at grandma's place because she misses me so much and besides she was left with only five bucks in her wallet. I was so happy that I refused to sleep the whole day playing with her. She kept taking my pictures, kissing my cheeks and&lt;br /&gt;stroking my face saying how beautiful I am. And when I said "akak", Kak Ijah became&lt;br /&gt;so excited because she thought that I had called her name. Actually the word "akak" in the baby language means "your hair is on my face!"&lt;br /&gt;Kak Ijah promised to visit me again somewhere this week. I can't wait to play the magic&lt;br /&gt;rainbow spring with her again and entertain her by making funny faces with tongue&lt;br /&gt;sticking out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a gorgeous baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sticking my tongue out and making funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Ijah burst into laughter when she walked into the kitchen and saw my&lt;br /&gt;mittens on the window grill hang by Atok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/mittens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Zetty whom everyone else called her Izzati has been a very good companion for me too. I really love listening to her singing all the latest songs taught in school as well as on&lt;br /&gt;Warna 94.2FM. My current favourite is "Destinasi Cinta" by Siti Nurhaliza and also&lt;br /&gt;"Lagu rama-rama" that Kak Zetty learnt in school. The lyrics goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari ulat jadi kepompong&lt;br /&gt;Tidur lena dalam kerongsong&lt;br /&gt;Bila besar kerongsong pecah "POM!"&lt;br /&gt;Jadi rama-rama yang indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy watching Kak Zetty performs her amusing chicken dance moves to the music of rooster crowing and her witty sense of humour that crack us up. However, Kak Zetty has been an old and oversized baby. She pretend to talk like one, sleep like one, bath in the small tub like one and even sit on the stroller like one. With her body size, I’m afraid the baby stroller might give way sooner or later. Let’s hope Kak Zetty finds something else that interests her so that I can have the stroller back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/STROLLER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby tua in the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really adore my two big sisters very much.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-5912165572148314249?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5912165572148314249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/5912165572148314249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/12/confession-of-3-months-old-baby.html' title='Confession of a 3 Months Old Baby'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116374380792928226</id><published>2006-11-17T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:10:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seri Mersing</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, the family went to Mersing for a "Majlis Perjumpaan Hari Raya".&lt;br /&gt;For the first time during my holiday, I was praying to be back in Singapore early.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sitting on a roller coaster ride for 8 consecutive hours!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our 8 hours journey to and from Mersing was similar to &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The road was all bumpy and curvy and I even got a bump for&lt;br /&gt;knocking my head against the window while sleeping on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the entertainment after lunch was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;There were some makciks and pakciks who came up on stage to&lt;br /&gt;sing hari raya song and got themselves some prizes.&lt;br /&gt;Sumbang or not, itu lain cerita. Asalkan dapat hadiah kan kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;And I got myself lucky (again) during the lucky draw session.&lt;br /&gt;I won the consolation prize. I had to went up on stage to receive the prize from&lt;br /&gt;the organiser infront of the 270 over audiences from a total of 6 buses. So embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to Jusco for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/bantalbusuk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spot a bantal busuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/luckydraw.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entertainment session and the beautifully decorated stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/present.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzati just can't let go of the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ctnati.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to ask Izzati to pose with the beautiful Dato at Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116374380792928226?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116374380792928226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116374380792928226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/11/seri-mersing.html' title='Seri Mersing'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116291345289085054</id><published>2006-11-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:30:52.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click 6 Beraya 2006</title><content type='html'>The hari raya outing with the Click 6 last Sunday was a whole lot of excitement,&lt;br /&gt;tons of fun and full of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;We spent about an hour at each houses eating, camwhoring as well as&lt;br /&gt;watching tv and video. Although there were only six houses (all in the east area),&lt;br /&gt;we reached home closed to midnight in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now let the pictures do the talking. And when i say talking, i do mean talking.&lt;br /&gt;So here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Picture Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;When there's mirror, there's always girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/vainpout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Picture Number 2:&lt;br /&gt;Reality show- So you think you can dance, the malay style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/joget.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Picture Number 3:&lt;br /&gt;The malu-malu kucing konon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/stepshy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Picture Number 4:&lt;br /&gt;The punk rocker in kebaya and the minah jiwang wiping her tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/punkjiwang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Picture Number 5:&lt;br /&gt;The relax one corner girls, feeling so full after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/lepak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Picture Number 6:&lt;br /&gt;Picture Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/picperfect2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, wait! That's not the end yet.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a comic strip for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan marah ye wahai my fellow Click 6&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari raya. Maaf, zahir dan batin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116291345289085054?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116291345289085054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116291345289085054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/11/click-6-beraya-2006.html' title='Click 6 Beraya 2006'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116255933453481956</id><published>2006-11-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:27:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>If you think I'm going to update about my hari raya and post&lt;br /&gt;many many colourful photos of me and the family in the malay costume,&lt;br /&gt;you thought wrong. Believe it or not, I did not take a single photo for this&lt;br /&gt;year hari raya. Not even a picture of my ever so exquisite and beautiful model, Izzati,&lt;br /&gt;in her gorgeous tailor-made baju kurong, wearing a small crown on her head.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right. I wasn't in the mood for camwhoring and&lt;br /&gt;I was on hiatus mode lately. So, that explains my Missing In Action for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pictures I took were my family members NOT in their traditional clothes and&lt;br /&gt;thats when I slept at my grandma place this week.&lt;br /&gt;I did not bring my charger with me so I was &lt;em&gt;handphoneless&lt;/em&gt; for four days. So gundu!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall end my entry here because 'Lagi-lagi Senario' is on Suria now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: KFC fish and chips sedap giler!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116255933453481956?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116255933453481956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116255933453481956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/11/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116150646587172408</id><published>2006-10-22T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:17:15.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ms1.blogsome.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/7186/1068002081060nl4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Jikalau Fizah pernah....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Terkasar bahasa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Tersilap bicara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Termarah yang tak kene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Tertanya tak tentu hala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Tersasul yang tak sengaja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Terpukul kat mana-mana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Terpekik di telinga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Terhantuk di kepala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Terpinjam harta-benda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Termoody tak semena-mena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Terumpat bila-bila&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Termacam-macam lagi yang kene mengena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Minal Aidil Wal Faizin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116150646587172408?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116150646587172408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116150646587172408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116134120239075477</id><published>2006-10-20T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:58:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasrah</title><content type='html'>Model: Izzati&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Fizah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Pic011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aku pasrah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kini aku... Pasrah dengan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Kuehku tak jadi masih terasa&lt;br /&gt;Apakah salahku... Apakah dosaku...&lt;br /&gt;Resipi ku sudah ikut.. Tapi kueh ku tetap lembek&lt;br /&gt;Cukup kali ini.. Aku buat kueh... Takkan buat lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song Pasrah sang by Erra Fazira is stuck in my head since last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pasrah with alot of things. One of them as you might already know, is my favourite kueh, the macaroon, did not turned out as I have expected. It tasted abit like mashmellow (stretchable and lembek!) with chocolate chips on in. They are now placed in a XXXL size tupperware and kept in the refrigerator. Such a waste seh! The second thing that made me pasrah is that I didn't get the shoes that I wanted for raya because my size wasn't available in both Tangs outlets. The shoes would have look good together with my malay costume and in a dress, or at least I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/kasot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need one size bigger than this. Aku Parsah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I will be wearing black on the first day of Raya, I thought it would be nice to have some shining and shimmering thing on me. So, I ended up buying other "diamond" high heel shoes and it's &lt;strong&gt;3 inches&lt;/strong&gt; high hokay! I never wore high heel shoes THAT high before! I'm not sure whether I can walk properly without holding my Mom's hand when we are walking&lt;br /&gt;on the first day Raya. Just hope I won't fall when boarding the bus&lt;br /&gt;or in any public places. Jatuh saham aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berbuka puasa semua! 3 more days to Hari Raya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116134120239075477?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116134120239075477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116134120239075477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/10/pasrah.html' title='Pasrah'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116111474728160321</id><published>2006-10-18T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:18:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Taste Tester</title><content type='html'>I've been playing and experimenting with flour for the last few weeks and I must&lt;br /&gt;say that I am not very satisfied with the outcome of the end product. Me and my mom&lt;br /&gt;were fasting and my only hope was Izzati to be my taste tester. Everything she said was&lt;br /&gt;"sedap.. sedap.. dah masak... dah masak..." and showing thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt. Never trust a kid's word. Sungguh tidak boleh dipercayai!&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/roti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terover Prune and Raisins bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/roti2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutella Qantas Chocolate bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/calamari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab Dip Batter ala-ala calamari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come to think of it, roti kat kedai baru cost sedolar lebih.&lt;br /&gt;But what's important are the experience I get and also the happiness I felt seeing&lt;br /&gt;the dough rise up and bake into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flour aside. It's time to welcome the raya cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/kueh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/kueh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st macaroon attempt: Cornflakes and Chocolate Chips Macaroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/kueh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd macaroon Attempt: Chocolate Chips Macaroon/Sonata Musim &lt;s&gt;Salju &lt;/s&gt;Batu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly, maybe, probably the macaroon will be hidden in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;cabinet during Hari Raya because..... &lt;strong&gt;kueh aku lembek&lt;/strong&gt;!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up making the macaroon. I wonder what could have gone wrong when I have&lt;br /&gt;followed the recipe exactly from the internet. Takde kurang, takde lebih.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Aku pasrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, it's time for me to &lt;s&gt;disturb&lt;/s&gt; help my Mom in the kitchen preparing the sahur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116111474728160321?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116111474728160321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116111474728160321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-taste-tester.html' title='My Taste Tester'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116089664566028783</id><published>2006-10-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:35:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught On Tape</title><content type='html'>I'm all alone at home now waiting for Zub to come over and accompany me to buka outside.&lt;br /&gt;My whole family had gone to Johor as early as 7 a.m. with an agency.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom kept &lt;s&gt;asking&lt;/s&gt; forcing me to come along with them but I somehow&lt;br /&gt;prefer to be here in the comfort of my home snoring and drooling till noon.&lt;br /&gt;It's hazy and hot and I don't feel like turun naik itu bus to go to kilang kerepek,&lt;br /&gt;Angsana, Ayer hitam and wherever else they are going to.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom kept repeating, "we'll be buka-ing at a hotel with 100 different types of food."&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that didn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzati came over during the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;I was resting on the bed while listening to the songs on my handphone,&lt;br /&gt;when I witnessed Izzati shaking that bon bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini sudah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DANGER&lt;/span&gt;! Tak boleh jadi. Tak boleh jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite song Number 1- Don't phunk with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Izzati: "I love this song, but I love the computer games more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdUie9BkbNk" width="300" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite song Number 2- Beep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzati: "I love this song and the computer games equally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hpupjg94rM" width="300" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite song Number 3- Buttons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzati:"Woohooo!! Let's dance baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGuPjSw8tnU" width="300" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish ish ish... Sampai tangan pon dah lepaskan itu mouse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116089664566028783?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116089664566028783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116089664566028783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/10/caught-on-tape.html' title='Caught On Tape'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116048474039709923</id><published>2006-10-10T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:28:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New member la babe</title><content type='html'>How can I have forgotten to let you know about a special someone&lt;br /&gt;who enter my life 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I love kissing, cuddling and singing to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I enjoy resting on my laps and running my fingers through the hair.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who brighten up my days just by looking at the funny but undeniably cute facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so much&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/baby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Alyssa was born on 21 September 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without a doubt, someone who will play masak-masak with Izzati in the future.&lt;br /&gt;She is staying at my grandama's place for 3 months. &lt;em&gt;Bestkan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Kak Ijah has to save up more money to buy stuff for Izzati and Alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's Happy Meal kene beli dua. Bubble Tea kene beli dua. Toys kene beli dua.&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknye, semua kene beli &lt;strong&gt;DUA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw they are not siblings hor. Lain mak, lain bapak hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more pictures of Baby Alyssa taken when she was only 3 days old at my grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pirateeyebaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate eye Alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/babywe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty Princess Alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/alyssa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapelah mulotmu ternganga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tibaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan nangis sayang. Meh sini kakak Izzati cium ye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Cuteness. I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116048474039709923?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116048474039709923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116048474039709923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-member-la-babe.html' title='New member la babe'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-116006366840136943</id><published>2006-10-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:20:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>Does anyone recognise this cute little girl below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/makeover6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reward will be given for any correct answer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;before and after&lt;/strong&gt; pictures below might give you some clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/makeover4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/makeover1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Matsalleh&lt;/s&gt; Minahsalleh sesat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/makeover2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai-tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/makeover3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Afro says, "I don't need Botox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have seen her before, please call me at&lt;br /&gt;1900-i-got-nothing-better-to-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-116006366840136943?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116006366840136943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/116006366840136943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/10/extreme-makeover.html' title='Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115988796345425641</id><published>2006-10-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:15:35.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fizah's Pizza</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to make homemade pizza and today, I am proud and happy to say that I have accomplish that goal with the help of my Mom and Izzati. I must also give credit to Zub for sharing with me the ingredients used for making the pizza dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pizza1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs Up to Kak Ijah! That smile also means "Ati puasa setengah hari, boleh tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pizza2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six pizzas on the different types of bases. One using whole wheat flour (tepung terigu) and the other one using plain flour (tepung gandum). I must say that the plain flour base taste much better eventhough many recipes from the Internet encourage us to use whole wheat flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pizza3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yum Seafood on thin crust base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pizza4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizah's Splitzza-Super Cheesy Pizza and Tom Yum Seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what Izzati did with the unused dough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pizza9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled them, she smashed them flat and she pretend to be a Roti Prata seller in my room and on my study table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115988796345425641?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115988796345425641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115988796345425641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/10/fizahs-pizza.html' title='Fizah&apos;s Pizza'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115921524498007444</id><published>2006-09-26T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T04:27:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give Me Wings</title><content type='html'>Singaporeans are infected by a new virus and I am one of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contented victim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This contagious virus makes us all go haywire.&lt;br /&gt;It is called "&lt;em&gt;Hadymoscophy" &lt;/em&gt;or also known as Hady Fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so excited that Hady Mirza is crowned the next Singapore Idol and to actually witness it LIVE at the Singapore Indoor Stadium is one of the most wonderful and memorable experience ever. We are definitely the happiest people on this island. This means that all of us who have shouted at the top of our lungs for Hady, wouldn't mind having a sorethroat the next morning. This also means that those who have voted countless times for Hady, can have a peaceful night sleep after knowing that they have not wasted their money. And this also means that we'll be seeing more of Hady Mirza on TV. What more can we ask for? Hmm.. Maybe for Hady Mirza to come knocking on your front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i'll leave the pictures to do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/hadyfever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady, hady you make me go mad-dy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Performance Show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/1111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Results Show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The threesome- Joakim, Norman and Paul Twohill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/didntgettoseeperformance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance by the Top 10 finalist singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incomplete by Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Buttons by Pussycat Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the people at home didn't get to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/hadysback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot Hady?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind taking pictures of only your backview, Hady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/2222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pictures and videos taken from my handphones but I'm too exhausted right now. By the way, did you notice the word "handphone" is in plural form. Yes, I actually brought two handphones along with me just in case one of the batteries went flat or there's not enough memory space left on my phones. And yes, lucky me for bringing the spare tyre or else I would have regretted for my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 4am in the morning right now and so, happy sahur everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115921524498007444?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115921524498007444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115921524498007444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-give-me-wings.html' title='You Give Me Wings'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115911446992189684</id><published>2006-09-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:14:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.D.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/hady1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Hady Mirza:&lt;br /&gt;1900 112 1902&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;SMS "2" to 43657&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115911446992189684?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115911446992189684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115911446992189684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/hady.html' title='H.A.D.Y'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115903145144911917</id><published>2006-09-24T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T03:54:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa</title><content type='html'>Bulan Ramadhan bulan yang suci,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk umat Islam seluruh dunia;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita saling menghormati,&lt;br /&gt;Semoga ibadah puasa kita diberkati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Menjalani Ibadah Puasa Semua!&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan Mubarak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115903145144911917?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115903145144911917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115903145144911917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/selamat-berpuasa.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115893808656938157</id><published>2006-09-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:03:20.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Announcement</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Tucker Must Die is hilarious and is a &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;Cheese nachos is always the best.&lt;br /&gt;Piano berlampu is still fun.&lt;br /&gt;Bazaar Ramadhan is okey okey aje.&lt;br /&gt;Char kway sotong is still my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;Popiah basah ade 'kick' and as said by the makcik, "POWER! POWER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys know that Banquet will take over Yasalam?&lt;br /&gt;So, no more nasi goreng ayam sambal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song is stuck in my head. How how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's so unbelievable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been,&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by Zub, "m&lt;em&gt;enusuk dikalbu..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115893808656938157?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115893808656938157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115893808656938157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-announcement.html' title='Short Announcement'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115883265559007217</id><published>2006-09-21T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:04:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Always said I would know where to find love,&lt;br /&gt;Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;But some times I just felt I could give up.&lt;br /&gt;But you came and you changed my whole world now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhere I've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song just makes my bulu roma ternaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could dedicate this song to that special someone one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115883265559007217?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115883265559007217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115883265559007217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115876171171109244</id><published>2006-09-20T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:37:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not One</title><content type='html'>Riiinnnggg...... Riinnnggg......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fizah: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hello. Is this Nurhafizah?&lt;br /&gt;Fizah: Yes speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ya, I'm calling from Mediacorp to inform you that you've won tickets to the Singapore Idol Grand Final for the banner making competition you took part in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know my reaction after that la kan. Sampaikan the caller pon ketawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be happy if you've been entering all the contests to get the tickets from the website and checking your email everyday, then tup tup suddenly you got a call saying you've won??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially when they say........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've won tickets to the &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; Singapore Idol Grand Final shows, the performance show as well as the results show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhuh... Ahhuh... Isn't that amazing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; great shows and &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; of my favourite contestants on stage competing in the Grand Final Live. How exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after putting down the phone, I called the &lt;em&gt;kakis&lt;/em&gt; and the first word they said was, "Again????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak semangat langsung! Hehe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sia-siakan buat banner untuk Hady. Yahuhuh seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Performance Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/sd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Results Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;s&gt;one&lt;/s&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; shows tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/hady-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, must bring it along to the shows la. Yahuhuh!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115876171171109244?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115876171171109244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115876171171109244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-one.html' title='Not One'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115850146757974847</id><published>2006-09-17T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:23:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning In Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a great exhausting weekend spent with the family at Johor on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lots of spring cleaning and throwing stuff away earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday Shopping with the Family&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was to our favourite makansutra- Singgah Selalu Restaurant, Danga Bay.&lt;br /&gt;The name itself says it all. If you've eaten there once, you will likely come and visit that restaurant again. With great services provided by the staff and great food that is value for money, you'll definately singgah selalu. Moreover, families can put their children at the playing room while they indulge themselves with great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/jb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/jb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Set....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/jb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/jb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....aduhhhh terkena kepala pulak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Spring Cleaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did lots of vacuuming and throwing stuff away just now. I think it's time to say goodbye to&lt;br /&gt;some of my khazanah and clear all the books from my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cleaning3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love vacuum cleaner. Zoom zoom zoom and my room is dust-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cleaning2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that pile of teddies? There's more hidden in the closet hokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and more khazanah.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cleaning5-1.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="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cleaning6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and with all those stuff, I threw away 1 big and medium size plastic bags full of rubbish and 3 bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/cleaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the dustbin you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Completed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115850146757974847?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115850146757974847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115850146757974847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/cleaning-in-progress.html' title='Cleaning In Progress'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115843362523188502</id><published>2006-09-17T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:04:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count the number of words in bold</title><content type='html'>After two weeks of hectic and stressful days and needless to say, sleepless nights, have definitely turned me into a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;-bum-bum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to watch tv nowadays as that makes me yawn countless time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to eat even if it’s my favourite Long John Silver's fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to play the computer because I'm just too &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to switch it on in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to transfer the files from my phone to the computer because I'm just too &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to connect the wire and wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to my fish (I not only talk, but I scold them like a child too) because I realize that they don't understand every single word I said. All they did are to fight, ask for more food, stare at me and shakes their bodies when I'm eating (nak mintak sikit la tu) and spit out water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to do THIS. I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to do THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of things to talk about but I'm too &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to type them out.&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of pictures to share but I'm too&lt;strong&gt; lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to transfer, resize, put them on photobucket, copy and paste those html codes on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I have undeniably turned into a &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy &lt;/strong&gt;to do THIS. I'm &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to do THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite. Sleep Tight.&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;strong&gt; lazy&lt;/strong&gt; me, myself and my bantal busuk dah nak tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's still something left for me to enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, dream, snore and buat air liur basi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asyiiikkkk banget....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115843362523188502?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115843362523188502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115843362523188502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/count-number-of-words-in-bold.html' title='Count the number of words in bold'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115711635931842718</id><published>2006-09-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:22:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Malam</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I'm taking a break from books!&lt;br /&gt;No worries, no thinking, no stressing, no books!&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight is the night, baby...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet my childhood admirer.... on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shah Reza&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Kolej 56&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;my all time favourite actor and movie since I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Besides &lt;strong&gt;Mr Os&lt;/strong&gt; from the movie 'Adik' and 'Kembar Siam' of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I always find that man&lt;br /&gt;who has moustache is kinda handsome!&lt;br /&gt;And that includes my dad!&lt;br /&gt;Misai bapak tajam! Misai bapak tajam!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love this song from this movie too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malam...&lt;br /&gt;Terdengar sepantun lagu&lt;br /&gt;Irama di malam syahdu&lt;br /&gt;Gaya nada rindu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Malam....&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh kau berseri-seri&lt;br /&gt;Wajahmu di malam hari&lt;br /&gt;Hilang rindu hati...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all set to sit infront of the TV with&lt;br /&gt;my buah longan and Long John Silver's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115711635931842718?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115711635931842718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115711635931842718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-malam.html' title='Oh! Malam'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115634364306777516</id><published>2006-08-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:59:12.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted!</title><content type='html'>Let's start the entry with a little word of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ever berus your tangan with sponge besi gosok periuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/hands3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happen to my mom's hand when&lt;br /&gt;she scrubbed it with the stainless steel sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that Izzati conquer my handphone memory space!&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit that its my fault for taking tons of her pictures,&lt;br /&gt;videoed her modeling, singing, doing the gelek-sakit-pinggang etc&lt;br /&gt;and recording her singing asal-bole-hentam-aje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kaulah satu satunya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di antara berjuta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insan teristimewa...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/botox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doktor Izzati diserang oleh pesakitnya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/bubbef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs bubble gums when you have 5 for 20¢ balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/izzatitoncet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace your head with this latest hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to her.&lt;br /&gt;How? How?&lt;br /&gt;Buy new handphone with a bigger memory space?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115634364306777516?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115634364306777516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115634364306777516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-addicted.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115616646555865016</id><published>2006-08-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:26:02.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day In Day Out</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;The operation was scary!&lt;br /&gt;I was the earliest to arrive at the Day Surgery Ward&lt;br /&gt;and I was the first person to get &lt;strong&gt;'cut'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Day Surgery means I don't get to spend the night there!&lt;br /&gt;L-U-C-K-Y!&lt;br /&gt;My 6 days stayed in the hospital 6 years ago was unpleasant at all!&lt;br /&gt;Bukan ape... Susah la kalau dah terpikat kat doctor-doctor disana!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe Joking joking =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I paid the bill and signed all the documents,&lt;br /&gt;the nurse showed me to my 'one day bed'.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my room and changed to those ugly hospital gowns!&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, I was called to the other room.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I climb up the bed, my legs was shivering and&lt;br /&gt;my heart was pounding really fast.&lt;br /&gt;With the needle inserted into my vein&lt;br /&gt;and the meter monitoring my condition, I felt like saying&lt;br /&gt;"Can I cancel this whole thing?!"&lt;br /&gt;But obviously I'm too late la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor pushed me to the operating room a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse gave me the oxygen and I heard the doctor saying&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be sleeping soon...."&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, I woke up shivering not because I was still scared&lt;br /&gt;but because the room was freezing cold!&lt;br /&gt;The nurse pushed me to my room and there I saw my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115616646555865016?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115616646555865016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115616646555865016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-in-day-out.html' title='Day In Day Out'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115573802758437743</id><published>2006-08-16T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:30:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurse Oh Nurse</title><content type='html'>I've been having trouble sleeping lately and the reason is because&lt;br /&gt;in less than 12 hours I'm going to get &lt;u&gt;General Anaesthesia&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not getting my exam paper back.&lt;br /&gt;This is even more stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"General Anaesthesia will put me to "deep sleep" so that I&lt;br /&gt;will be unaware of my surroundings and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;the surgery and pain.&lt;br /&gt;An anaestheist will be with me throughout the surgery&lt;br /&gt;and provide post-operative pain relief.&lt;br /&gt;However, with this technique, there is an increased chance of nausea,&lt;br /&gt;vomiting and giddiness after surgery."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if someone&lt;br /&gt;actually terwake-up while the operation is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary huh?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, I shall not think further about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;em&gt;so very honest&lt;/em&gt; nurse was explaining to me the other day&lt;br /&gt;regarding the operation and here are some of the instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No food after midnight (not even a sip of water!) –&lt;br /&gt;If there's food in my stomach while the operation is going on,&lt;br /&gt;the food might come up (vomit) and I might get choke!&lt;br /&gt;Nurse oh nurse.... You are not helping me hokay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse:&lt;br /&gt;"After the operation, you might feel a little pain on your throat.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry it's not throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;This is because, during the operation,&lt;br /&gt;a tube will be inserted to your throat for you&lt;br /&gt;to breathe while the operation is going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse oh nurse...&lt;br /&gt;Why must you tell me that?? Just insert!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind and I don't know! I'm in "deep sleep" mah...&lt;br /&gt;Nak insert lidi penyapu ke, botol ke... semua boleh&lt;br /&gt;but just don't tell me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better take a rest now. Kul 12 dah nak kene "puasa"!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking whether I've make the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115573802758437743?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115573802758437743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115573802758437743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/nurse-oh-nurse.html' title='Nurse Oh Nurse'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115536985834544938</id><published>2006-08-12T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:04:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Interviewer: Fizah, The laughing reporter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviewee: Nurul Izzati, Siti Nurhaliza No.1 fan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/443R5fpJS80"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/443R5fpJS80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she said "Mak saya tak suke biarkanlah...." is so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Sampai naik-naik kan tangan you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115536985834544938?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115536985834544938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115536985834544938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/exclusive.html' title='Exclusive!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115523175701126214</id><published>2006-08-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:31:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Island Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ndpticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are The Blue Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one word to roarrrrr..... "&lt;strong&gt;Gerekkkk!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Today's entry will be colourful and full of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my mobilephone for taking&lt;br /&gt;wonderful pictures on an unforgettable event - The NDP 2006!&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with "&lt;strong&gt;Walking &amp; Camwhoring on Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ndptry4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we moved on to "&lt;strong&gt;Sky High &amp;amp; Just The Beginning&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ndptry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone spot The President, Mr S R Nathan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The Lost Balloons &amp;amp; Fireworks Explode Above My Head&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ndptry1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have one word to say- Astonishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;This is only half of the pictures taken from my mobilephone.&lt;br /&gt;There's more on my Digicam which I have not transfer to my computer yet.&lt;br /&gt;After the event, my brother treated us at Segar Restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Their tom yum soup and beancurd hotplate are heavenly delicious!&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm craving for them again.... Slurp!&lt;br /&gt;Meleleh airliur tengah-tengah malam ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I'm feeling hungry in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;my mom will always say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... tido, tido... nanti dalam mimpi dapat makan makanan sedap-sedap..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Mak, I want to sleep and have that dream now.&lt;br /&gt;So, Goodnight Singapore! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115523175701126214?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115523175701126214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115523175701126214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-island-home.html' title='My Island Home'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115506549877599180</id><published>2006-08-09T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:45:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks Festival 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/fireworks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Six went to watch the Fireworks Festival at the Esplanade today.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;Fantastic + Fabulous = Fantabulous!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there at around 6.45pm&lt;br /&gt;and there were already &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of people waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Some even brought their picnic basket along!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we managed to find a good spot at the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when it was reaching 8pm, there were lots of&lt;br /&gt;'tak tau malu latecomers' starting to crowd infront of our area.&lt;br /&gt;Of course we were very frustrated with all those heads&lt;br /&gt;that were blocking our &lt;u&gt;supposedly clear view&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They kept coming and crossing over out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;We even joined forces with a makcik beside us&lt;br /&gt;and not letting them to cross over.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously our efforts were useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can never say this enough! We are early! We are early!&lt;br /&gt;And here are the evidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/fire2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/fire3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/fire4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I already let go of my anger.&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the fun part -The Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZxDx4ob9sg" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the Bonus Feature:&lt;br /&gt;The Don't Whose &lt;strong&gt;Very Jakun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and Kecoh&lt;/strong&gt; Voices!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Hq1QF5AtCM" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115506549877599180?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115506549877599180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115506549877599180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks-festival-2006.html' title='Fireworks Festival 2006'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115485351592171227</id><published>2006-08-06T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T03:34:15.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilo 123</title><content type='html'>It's been quite sometime since I put up pictures of Izzati.&lt;br /&gt;So here are the latest pictures of her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/telefonbanana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello.. hello... Boleh saya cakap dengan polis??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/Smilebanana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only I, Nurul Izzati, can grin from ear to ear...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/titie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orang tengah cari gambar Hady pon nak ambek gambar...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/izzatitido2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called this &lt;strong&gt;Pipi Mangkok!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called this &lt;strong&gt;'Too Cute To Resist'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115485351592171227?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115485351592171227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115485351592171227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/kilo-123.html' title='Kilo 123'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115470031329741856</id><published>2006-08-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:17:45.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Vote Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/TICKETS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being part of the audience was &lt;b&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't know the person beside, infront or behind you,&lt;br /&gt;you would still lose your shyness and have fun being crazy jumping around,&lt;br /&gt;holding the posters and screaming your idol names like nobody’s business.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I was supposed to sit at the very end and top area,&lt;br /&gt;the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they told us that there were empty seats below,&lt;br /&gt;we quickly rushed down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;However, I was disappointed as 'Hady Area' was already full.&lt;br /&gt;So, we sat on the 2nd level at Joakim's fan area&lt;br /&gt;and I get to hold the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad, I still did shout for Hady's name.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the Joakim fans around me were thinking "Oi, salah tempat laa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to watch the encore tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and hope to spot myself acting silly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we aren't supposed to take any pictures but&lt;br /&gt;I just had to take out my handphone and &lt;em&gt;snap, snap, snap&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were blur with all the lights&lt;br /&gt;in the studio and besides, I was sitting rather far from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/si.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/siend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comforting time and saying their goodbyes to Jay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, I've learnt a very meaningful lesson.&lt;br /&gt;To keep voting for Hady no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I think that there's no need to&lt;br /&gt;since his fans is growing every week.&lt;br /&gt;So, from next week onwards, I'll start voting for him, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we had a late night dinner at Burger King&lt;br /&gt;and my conversation was all about Hady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm surprised that Hady was in the bottom 4."&lt;br /&gt;"How can Hady be in the bottom 4?"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought Hady's group was saved."&lt;br /&gt;"I want to watch the show again, and this time, I want to sit at 'Hady Area'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/BK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115470031329741856?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115470031329741856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115470031329741856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-vote-matters.html' title='Every Vote Matters'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115452796909842013</id><published>2006-08-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:30:40.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotic Me</title><content type='html'>I'm all set for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all gear up and ready to shout my lungs out &lt;strong&gt;"Hady!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/hady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a STAR, Hady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I should have the words in red.&lt;br /&gt;Red words + white stars = national day&lt;br /&gt;Two celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;That idea came from my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;She thought I was making a poster for NDP.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fantastic idea but I'm too lazy to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time when I get lucky again, I shall make a nicer one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzati helped in making the poster.&lt;br /&gt;She forced me to write, "Hady, I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;Very mentel kan ni budak, kecik-kecik dah pandai cakap LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all.&lt;br /&gt;She offered to cut out heart shapes to paste them on the poster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzati: Kak Ijah, buat stars dengan love(heart-shaped) la....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Taknak!!! Geliiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that she is more obsessed with Hady than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a very good dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pizza2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pick it. Pull it. Pop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my Dad's Birthday treat. So sedaplicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daddy and Happy Birthday to you!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you always!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy and tired this week taking care of Izzati&lt;br /&gt;since my Mom had to accompany my Dad to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so exhausted yesterday that I actually &lt;em&gt;ngingau(speak sleeping)&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and realized that I was pointing my index finger,&lt;br /&gt;scolding someone loudly.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Mom infront of her room looking at me in shocked but&lt;br /&gt;I just closed my eyes and back to my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I asked her what had happened earlier.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I was scolding someone and&lt;br /&gt;she thought that I was scolding her because the&lt;br /&gt;radio was loud and so, she turned off the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I didn't scold any vulgarities. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115452796909842013?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115452796909842013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115452796909842013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/08/patriotic-me.html' title='Patriotic Me'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115400763595308172</id><published>2006-07-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:52:29.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Mail Part Two</title><content type='html'>I always woke up late on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;On the 23 July, which is last Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up thinking that it was already noon.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my alarm clock and it was only 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;(usually I would have continued my sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on that day, I suddenly felt like watching Suria Segar Live.&lt;br /&gt;I on my computer to enter the contest on Suria Segar.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to win either the 4 NDP tickets,&lt;br /&gt;Gerhana Ska Cinta CD or Kids Central Live Carnival tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago, I checked my email and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Salam hormat dari kami di Suria Segar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kami ingin mengucapkan tahniah kepada anda kerana telah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;memenangi tiket-tiket Hari Kebangsaan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sila datang ke Mediacorp untuk mendapatkan hadiah anda."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeehaaaaa!!! It's my lucky week.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115400763595308172?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115400763595308172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115400763595308172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-got-mail-part-two.html' title='You Got Mail Part Two'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115381289642362689</id><published>2006-07-25T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:15:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Mail</title><content type='html'>I opened my mailbox and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation, you have won a pair of tickets to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Idol Spectacular #4 Results on 3 August 2006&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yabedabedoooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to start making banners for Hady Mirza now! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115381289642362689?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115381289642362689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115381289642362689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-got-mail.html' title='You Got Mail'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115332063168056234</id><published>2006-07-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:24:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit or The Knife?</title><content type='html'>I went for my medical checkup at Changi General Hospital this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to do it every 6 months and this is my second one.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor examined the problem and then she asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to keep coming here every 6 months or&lt;br /&gt;you want to go for an operation and have it remove?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've already prepared to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to have it remove," I said calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually choose to go under the knife! Pretty shocking right?&lt;br /&gt;The doctor gave a small laugh.&lt;br /&gt;She knows I didn't like going to the hospital every 6 months for the checkup.&lt;br /&gt;And this minor operation will be on mid August.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have it done before the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the operation will run smoothly. Wish me luck okay!&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I will be getting a &lt;strong&gt;loooong break&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;MC&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;No school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I cannot carry heavy stuff and do house chores.&lt;br /&gt;Bestkan? Yes?? No??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm having a fever-&lt;br /&gt;A bad sorethroat, a headache and a 3.6km/hr running nose.&lt;br /&gt;Very irritating la. My nose is like paip bocor okay!&lt;br /&gt;I need to have a good rest now.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I would wake up feeling better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So, goodnight and have a wonderful day ahead people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115332063168056234?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115332063168056234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115332063168056234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/visit-or-knife.html' title='The Visit or The Knife?'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115320768719557314</id><published>2006-07-18T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:05:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is The Love?</title><content type='html'>So, the hot topic in the house is Siti Nurhaliza and Datuk K.&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with my Mom about it and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;she asked me whether I am willing to marry an older guy.&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my earlier entry maybe you know what my answer would be.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Yes sir, Yes sir 3 bags full!&lt;br /&gt;But on two conditions, no children and never been married.&lt;br /&gt;In simpler term, &lt;strong&gt;Bujang Terlajak&lt;/strong&gt; la tu...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the conversation with my Mom melencong ke different direction.&lt;br /&gt;She lectured me on what age a woman should get married.&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm getting no younger.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when she talks about the topic because it means that she is actually&lt;br /&gt;hinting me to have a serious relationship with someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;Boriiiiingg.... I'm not interested. Masok telinga kanan, keluar telinga kiri.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy shalala, it's so nice to be happy, everybody should be happy shalala.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys read Berita Minggu about the teenagers nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;They are saying that &lt;strong&gt;1 out of 4&lt;/strong&gt; teenagers have done 'it'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you know what does 'it' means. Scary huh...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is in their heads when they agree to 'it'.&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang harus dibanggakan? Apa yang harus dihebohkan?&lt;br /&gt;Sebaliknya, fikirlah sebelom kamu melakukan 'it'.&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata pepatah Melayu,&lt;br /&gt;'Kalau ikut nafsu lesu, kalau ikut rasa binasa dan kalau ikut hati mati".&lt;br /&gt;Renung-renungkanlah sejenak.&lt;br /&gt;Astagfirrullahhalazim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/~PKPMSM5/24a.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perempuan yang baik adalah untuk lelaki yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;Dan lelaki yang baik adalah untuk perempuan yang baik."-(An-Nur: 26)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115320768719557314?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115320768719557314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115320768719557314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-is-love.html' title='Where Is The Love?'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115314379364578971</id><published>2006-07-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:50:00.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Of The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ctt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last..... Siti Nurhaliza had made a confession about her marriage on TV.&lt;br /&gt;All the secrets are now answered. All the pening fans who kept asking&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa bakal suami Siti?? Dr Fazley ke Dato K??" are now relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether the fans are happy with Siti choice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dato Khalid Muhd Jiwa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But if she is happy, I'm happy. Jodoh pertemuan di tangan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;So, kita, kita yang tumpang kegembiraan ni,&lt;br /&gt;doakan dorang bahagia cukupla.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I won't be going to school on 21 August&lt;br /&gt; just to watch the ceremony live on TV.&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be on a Monday?&lt;br /&gt;If it's on a weekend, maybe I would go to KL with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Tengok dari jauh pon jadilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait... can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to ponteng sekolah to watch that raja dan permaisuri sehari.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga mahligai yang akan dibina kekal buat selamanya. Insya Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115314379364578971?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115314379364578971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115314379364578971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-of-year.html' title='Wedding Of The Year'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115286788832539272</id><published>2006-07-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:45:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.W.O</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon, to Tampines Mall they went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was to Food Culture.&lt;br /&gt;The usual sweet and sour fish rice hotplate for me&lt;br /&gt;and Fish and Chips for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dah kenyang? Boleh blah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to what is known as 'The Children's Paradise'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kak Ijah, Ati lagi tinggi dari Superman la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tm6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Future Pianist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/yeahhhhh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Future Pilot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have kids, cousins, nieces or nephews,&lt;br /&gt;I recommend the plane ride on level 2.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's better than the roller coaster ride on level 3.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's cheaper. Phew! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop, was Tampines Regional Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/tm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still not tired. Can you read this for me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back home, we saw the Singapore Idol clip on TV Mobile.&lt;br /&gt;And so I asked, "Izzati suke yang mane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ati suke Nurul, Mathilda, Hady (I made her like him)&lt;br /&gt;dengan... dengan... yang tutop rambut tu...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The named is Paul Twohill, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115286788832539272?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115286788832539272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115286788832539272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/two.html' title='T.W.O'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115271850070948345</id><published>2006-07-12T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:35:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E-L-Y</title><content type='html'>I love babies.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons for my smiles today were babies.&lt;br /&gt;I saw four newborn babies at bedok just now,&lt;br /&gt;and I kept turning by head to look at those innocent beings.&lt;br /&gt;Babies, wherever you are, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love yesterday, today and tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Daniel Vosovic looks like Ilhan Mansiz, I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115271850070948345?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115271850070948345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115271850070948345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/l-o-v-e-l-y.html' title='L-O-V-E-L-Y'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115262875784381528</id><published>2006-07-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:47:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>Berita tergempar! Berita tergempar!&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Izzati, my sweetheart, my darling, my love, my everything...&lt;br /&gt;owns a mobile phone!! I got my own mobile phone at the age of 14!&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not just the 3 for $5 toy phone you get from the mamak shop.&lt;br /&gt;It's Nokia 6020, with VGA camera,video and voice recording hokay!&lt;br /&gt;And for you info, there is also a SIM card inside the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, she got her own handphone number at the age of 4!?!&lt;br /&gt;That's a decade earlier than me. How L-U-C-K-Y!&lt;br /&gt;*eyeballs pop out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me on Sunday asking me to take note of her hp number.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I smsed her a forwarded message and this is what she replied,&lt;br /&gt;(Her words but her mom typing(sms) work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzati: Ati tak pandai sms&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehe.. Senang aje tekan a sampai z...&lt;br /&gt;Izzati: Ok tapi slow macam snail.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not reply to her message because I was busy doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few minutes later she smsed again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzati: Ati love Kak Ijah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;And although it's not the first time she uttered love but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so touched by just the 4 words she sent by the sms that evening.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my life is without her.&lt;br /&gt;She never fails to make my day. I never fail to say 'Izzati' everyday.&lt;br /&gt;When we didn't meet, we will called each other on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Before we hang up, we say our goodbyes by giving each other&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of nicknames which I think you all could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye bye kak ijah mr bean!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye bye izzati hello kitty mickey mouse!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye bye kak ijah minnie mouse almari!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye bye izzati tweety bird computer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will go on like forever until I FORCE her to put down the phone,&lt;br /&gt;"Awak letak dulu… kita nak makan ni (or any other excuses)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like boyfriend and girlfriend right?&lt;br /&gt;Provided the mr bean is change to sayang, hello kitty to darling&lt;br /&gt;tweety bird to love, mickey mouse to bie, almari to ayang&lt;br /&gt;minnie mouse to dada, computer to abang etc etc&lt;br /&gt;Hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Khusyuk benar budak kecik ni dengan hp baru dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy listening to her own recorder voice on the hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my sunshine after the rain, &lt;br /&gt;You're the cure against my fear and my pain.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I'm losing my my mind when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;It's all... its all... it's all because of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully when she grows up, she'll get a chance to read my entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll engraved your name on my lips, I'll carved your name in my heart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115262875784381528?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115262875784381528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115262875784381528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115254840379295854</id><published>2006-07-10T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:23:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alé for Italy!</title><content type='html'>alé! alé! alé!&lt;br /&gt;Yabedabedoooo... The pizza boys won against the roti perancis boys!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my entry today is going to be on the World Cup 2006 Final.&lt;br /&gt;I promised this will going to be my last entry on world cup...&lt;br /&gt;until 2010 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday match was very nerve-racking.&lt;br /&gt;I was contented when Louis Saha was suspended to play for the final.&lt;br /&gt;And at the beginning of the game, Theirry Henry got injured&lt;br /&gt;and I was really hoping that he'll be substituted because whenever&lt;br /&gt;Theirry Henry and Zinedine Zidane touched the ball, my heart skipped a beat!&lt;br /&gt;They are the two strong and skillful players in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few times I felt like throwing the remote control&lt;br /&gt;and my pringles potato chips right at the TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;Like when the referee gave France a penalty when he was not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;There was no contact whatsoever unlike&lt;br /&gt;the second 'landing' at the penalty box.&lt;br /&gt;And like when the second header by the Italian, Toni Luca,&lt;br /&gt;went straight to the top post etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at ease when Zidane was sent off due to his foolish act.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the coach regretted to substitute Henry earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Although Zidane really deserved the red card, I felt sad for him&lt;br /&gt;due to the fact that yesterday was his last game&lt;br /&gt;and career as a professional football player.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even got a chance to receive his medal on the field.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the crowd will cheer and applaud wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;to say farewell to him if he was there to take the medal.&lt;br /&gt;Like when he made many fans cried when he left Real Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, he was named the best players for World Cup 2006.&lt;br /&gt;At least he didn't felt so lost by the sad situation yesterday. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss seeing him played for &lt;s&gt;France&lt;/s&gt; Real Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Zinedine Zidane.&lt;br /&gt;And 3 cheers to Italy!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeehaaaaa..... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115254840379295854?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115254840379295854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115254840379295854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/al-for-italy.html' title='alé for Italy!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115229853004110148</id><published>2006-07-08T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:11:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/flags3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, I'm supporting Italy ;)&lt;br /&gt;Two more days and the world cup fever will be over.&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get more sleep and don't have late night snacks anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need to cut down on eating junk food, particularly the&lt;br /&gt;POTATO CHIPS.&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I only managed to catch the match between Germany and Italy&lt;br /&gt;till the half time because I had 'ran out' of Potato Chips.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now addicted to Mr Pringles and his misai terjengkit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I had the weirdest dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I had a baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;It felt so real; from the pregnancy, to the labor and delivery.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what my sister's name was? Let me give you a clue.&lt;br /&gt;My parents wanted to keep the 'Ha' in their children’s names&lt;br /&gt;as in Hafiz (my brother) and Hafizah (me).&lt;br /&gt;Please think of one name before you scroll down okay.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Siti......&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Siti Hazami!!&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;br /&gt;Can't they think of a better name or are there no more names with 'Ha' in it?&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Siti Hazami is a combination of both a girl and a boy name.&lt;br /&gt;Scary huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115229853004110148?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115229853004110148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115229853004110148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/siti-who.html' title='Siti Who?'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115203458701957600</id><published>2006-07-05T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:53:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S for Smart</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, I was impressively surprised by my little sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;That 4 years old Izzati gave me a riddle when she saw&lt;br /&gt;Superman on Kids Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kak Ijah, kenapa Superman punye baju ade 'S'?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wanted to reply,&lt;br /&gt;"Sebab seluarsepen (that's what we called underwear) Superman kat luar."&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to just gave her a boring quick answer,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sebab nama dia Superman."&lt;br /&gt;And I too got a quick "Salah!" from her.&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer according to Izzati is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sebab Superman &lt;u&gt;Sempit&lt;/u&gt;. Perot dia boncit jadi&lt;br /&gt;dia pakai baju Superman tu sempit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now do you know what that 'S' on Superman's costume stands for?&lt;br /&gt;It stands for Sempit...&lt;br /&gt;Ade paham semua..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Superman to proof that Izzati is correct.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a propaganda. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/oksuperman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. He said it himself.&lt;br /&gt;Ni Superman pandai cakap melayu okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115203458701957600?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115203458701957600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115203458701957600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/s-for-smart.html' title='S for Smart'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115194114408520317</id><published>2006-07-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:25:24.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copyright by Fizah</title><content type='html'>Jeng jeng jeng... Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;My very own blogskin. My own creation and godeh-godeh.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! hooray!&lt;br /&gt;*Give myself a pat on the shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;It took me 3 days to create this very simple skin because I was still unsure about using&lt;br /&gt;html code. And also because I do not have Adobe Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that it's a very good software. Can somebody &lt;u&gt;burn&lt;/u&gt; it for me please?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I’m kidding (the opposite) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look on the Credits part.&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft PowerPoint? Paint?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually used them to edit the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the IT course that I went for during my primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;I think this blogskin will remain as it is for decades.&lt;br /&gt;10 years? 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... did you watched yesterday news showing the Brazilian cried badly when their country lost? Do you think I cried too? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you all to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told my Mom that Brazil is out of World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;She was indeed very shocked but very Cute with a capital C.&lt;br /&gt;This is what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizah: Alah... Brazil kalah!&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Huh? Macam mane boleh kalah?! Kan dorang bagos?!&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Alamak nanti Ronaldo kene marah.&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Abeh siapa yang tinggal?&lt;br /&gt;Fizah: Italy, Germany, Portugal dengan France.&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Huh?? Semua tak bagos aje.&lt;br /&gt;Fizah: Bagos...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what would be her next question.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;" Abeh Manchester....???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Cute right my Mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115194114408520317?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115194114408520317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115194114408520317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/copyright-by-fizah.html' title='Copyright by Fizah'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115180229429098198</id><published>2006-07-02T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:28:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Morning Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up very EARLY today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me, it's been ages since I did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon as I woke up, I grabbed my remote control and on my TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always been a good thing to have a TV in my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just have to click a button anytime, and that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First 'stop' was Channel News Asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was showing Entertainment Tonight and guess who was on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keanu Reeves!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were showing some scenes of The Lake House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suprisingly, I didn't feel anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macam nak tunjuk, tunjuk la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe because I was kopet, belom gosok gigi and smelly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe because I was waiting anxiously for that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;World Cup highlight thingy below the channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was very disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My prediction was obviously wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brazil and England are out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad.. sad.. ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yesterday, I ate a box of Regular Pizza all by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 pieces in total including one for latenight supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to try the Pelican 2 for 1 Pizza that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hana mentioned in her entries but my Mom said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Alah.. nanti tipis kau tak kenyang pulak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mak knows best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knew that I can eat the whole thing within minutes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and later, feeling hungry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, don't worry. I bace doa makan first before I ngap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time saya kecik-kecik dulu, my nenek bilang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kalau tak bace doa sebelom makan nanti Syaitan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dalam perot bukak mulot dia besar-besar and eat our food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered when my brother was young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said "Bismillahhirahmannirahim" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;each time&lt;/u&gt; his food entered his mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak terkira berapa banyak kali dia bace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Bismillahhirahmannirahim", 'Bismillahhirahmannirahim"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Bismillahhirahmannirahim", "Bismillahhirahmannirahim".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny when you recalled back your childhood memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You laugh at the silly things that you did when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you was little and everytime you think about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes you feel like going back to the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The word stress does not exist in a child's dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only fun fun fun and play play play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agree? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115180229429098198?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115180229429098198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115180229429098198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-first-morning-entry.html' title='My First Morning Entry'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115174371900374530</id><published>2006-07-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:21:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Blow My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched the match between Ukraine and Italy yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I expected Italy to a made it to the semi-final and yes, they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, no more Ukraine means no more Maksym Kalinichenko. ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yesterday, the camera focused on his face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while he was drinking and damn, he look so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mirip-mirip Tom Welling from Smallville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Kali you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Kali. Hey hey! Hey Kali. Hey hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so Germany is going to play against Italy on 4th July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both are my favourite teams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my prediction would be these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Final: Germany vs Brazil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third place: Italy vs England&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just going to pray hard that Brazil will beat France &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and England to win against Portugal in today's match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*keeping my fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh ya, have you seen the new look of BH paper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that it would be REALLY attractive but well, it isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went out of the bathroom and my dad said this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Suratkhabar niari punye la tebal tapi dalam banyak advertisement."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't agree more. The ads are all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably the companies know that everyone would be eager to buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today's BH because of it's new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suratkhabar pon ade makeover tau, jangan main-main.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. and the love story of Siti Nurhaliza came out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like almost everyday this week till I can't be bothered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to read about it anymore because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that she will end up marrying Dato K soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biarlah Rahsia.... Secret no more.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of Izzati's favourite song now is Biarlah Rahsia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When someone asked her what song she is listening to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it happened that she is listening to that song on my MP3, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will say this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzati: Ni lagu Siti nangis....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone: Kenapa Siti nangis?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzati: Abeh orang semua cakap dia dengan Dato K, dia sedih la...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So clever right?? And who tell her that story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me! Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't expect her to tell other people that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And recently I said to Izzati this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Alah... Siti nak kahwin dengan Dato K la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzati: Eh?? Takpelah.. (obviously she don't care! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Alah taknak la... Tak suke la..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenapa Ati tak kahwin dengan Dato K?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzati: Mane boleh... Kita kecik lagi! (Frustrated)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my mom: Takpelah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzati: Taknak!! Arrrgghh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my mom love to make her frustrated and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asked her funny questions that sometimes would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end us up being beaten by her or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she would slam the door and locked us in the room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Padan ngan muke kita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And btw, Izzati and her parents are on BH today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were among the four finalist of sure-win lucky draw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from Classic Ideas Renovation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st prize: $10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd-4th prize: $500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ci2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The smallest and the cutest one on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115174371900374530?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115174371900374530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115174371900374530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-blow-my-mind.html' title='You Blow My Mind'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115159391476597229</id><published>2006-06-29T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:02:43.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't sleep yesterday and so I decided to on the TV at around 2.30am and found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Channel U is having this chatting session and online TV game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very good way of making money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure when this TV game started &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I just found out about it yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All viewers can participate but you have to subscribe first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each week, the winner with the highest score will win $100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, for those who can't sleep at night or have insomnia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why not try your luck on this game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, I've been watching &lt;s&gt;latenight&lt;/s&gt; early morning soccer match&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so as to keep me up-to-date of the World Cup and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;futhermore I've been having sleepless nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to keep the game more interesting, I actually did this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I did not count the number of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the referee holds yellow/red cards above head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no, I did not count how many times the players fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I actually like looking at the hairstyles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the players have one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ade yang rambut spike la, yang licin tengah la,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yang rambut panjang, pendek, lepeh dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yang pakai hairband and ponytails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very stylo-mylo. &lt;strong&gt;Soccer = Fashion!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder what kind of hairstyle I would have if I was a soccer player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Cough... cough... tersedak sekejap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've added a player from Ukraine to my &lt;u&gt;"collection of idols"&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got my eyes on this midfielder on the match &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ukraine played against Tunisia and of course &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like his very straight and lepeh hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presenting.... Maksym Kalynychenko &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/maksym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to town just now to watch the movie Just My Luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;starring Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a MUST watch movie hokay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give two thumbs up + my huge toes too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my Cheese Nachos and McDonald's lime juice makes it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERFECT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got all excited to catch The Lake House movie trailer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;starring Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait for the release date of this movie on 27th July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bulu roma ternaik everytime I see Keanu Reeves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;smile&lt;/s&gt;, grin from ear to ear everytime I see him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eheh... macam Keanu Reeves tinggal sebelah rumah pulak...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the movie, I saw a huge poster of The Lake House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I just have to take his picture and edit it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/weq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Age are just numbers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;starring Keanu Reeves and Fizah Rashid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age are Just Numbers&lt;/strong&gt;- The movie I'll be directing in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my dreams la! Haha ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you all didn't know, he is 42 years old this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awek mude kan dekni!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't mind the edited picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just too....... errr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't really describe how happy I am to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see the lake house trailer just now la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had an unlucky journey back home by the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like saying it here because it was uncensored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At that moment, I really feel like puking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can do was to look down, closed my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pray hard that my station would come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after I got out of the train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I REALLY gasp for a breath of fresh air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just my luck.&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/27596964-115159391476597229?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115159391476597229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115159391476597229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115117249106389522</id><published>2006-06-25T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T13:59:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Walking Map!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mak and I went to town intending to do some shopping today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long time since we had a mother-and-daughter day's out.&lt;br /&gt;For the very minority time in my life, I had to be the 'tour leader'.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very proud to say that I did pretty well today!&lt;br /&gt;I did not call my friends and I did not stop any strangers&lt;br /&gt;on the road to ask for direction.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's an achievement for me. *Bravosss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty bad at direction you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orchard apa lagi kan?! Main sondol aje la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to add on at how bad I am with direction,&lt;br /&gt;I go everywhere with a map printed from home.&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe? You can ask my friends about it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;You no need to say that word, I shall say-it-myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-I-A-S-U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In short, Singapore is NOT just a tiny dot on the map to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, we reached TANGS at about 1.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First stop was at the ladies department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. their fitting room is very exotic i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very eye-catching! First Class! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost like &lt;em&gt;err... bilik pengantin baru kahwin kot?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent almost 3 hours over there and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy anything because almost ALL were on sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not that I'm unhappy that the items were on sale or that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to spend more money on those items that I have choosen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's just that I can't used my &lt;u&gt;vouchers&lt;/u&gt; to buy all those stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, my Mom used some of the vouchers on kitchen wares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both of us were obviously tired and unsatisfied there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we headed to BIG Megastore at Harbour Front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this, I was very sure of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terror la konon!&lt;/em&gt; *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to the Sentosa trip I supposed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought a gel-liked face mask and I've tried it at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps my new hobby would be peeling off those mask from my face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really very shiok... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the same as peeling off glue from your finger nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I actually love putting glue on my nails during &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my primary school days just to make them look shiny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After much shopping and as usual eating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we headed home by the MRT and this time, we got lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered alighting at Outram Park &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last week during the Sentosa trip and changed to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the East West Line train but I was abit doubtful just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom became panicked when I said "Nak turun ke taknak eh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously the door had already shut after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am done thinking whether to alight or not to alight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mom had travelled to Outram Park Mrt station &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost everyday for the last two months and she still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could not remembered the station's name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alamak bonda... I guess it's in the genes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe because my Dad had been travelling with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe she didn't bother to find out the station that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she and dad had been alighting because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she knows that my dad is an expert at direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no worries for her when she is travelling with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And maybe she knows that she won't get lost travelling with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I sounded like Earl's brother now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But overall, I still think I did quite well today, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conclusion....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; walking map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt; is my &lt;strong&gt;mom's &lt;/strong&gt;walking map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am the &lt;strong&gt;foreign friends&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;mom's&lt;/strong&gt; walking map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115117249106389522?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115117249106389522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115117249106389522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-walking-map.html' title='I Need a Walking Map!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115086910606698925</id><published>2006-06-21T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:30:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susu cap ape eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While doing some notes for my upcoming exams,&lt;br /&gt;I obviously got bored after 15 minutes of it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so I decided to do this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/300clivk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Collage of The Click Six ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;Then Izzati came to my house which&lt;br /&gt;practically made me gave up doing my notes.&lt;br /&gt;And so I gave her the computer because&lt;br /&gt;I was too lazy to do art and craft with her today.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, she didn't budged an inch&lt;br /&gt;from the computer screen from 2pm-5pm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/iz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nak pakai computer mesti senyum dulo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/iz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macam betol aje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/iz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear she typed that herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her name, mine and my mom's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/iz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She did this for me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh tahan budak kecik ni...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a 4 year old girl had already know how to use the powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Blogging???&lt;br /&gt;Nanti da besar takmo pakai computer untuk buat kerje lain eh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh yesterday, I became Izzati's masak-masak mate.&lt;br /&gt;She became the waitress while I got to be the chef.&lt;br /&gt;And so, she took the orders from my mom, atok and nenek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzati: Cik nak ape?&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Okay, kasi Mi Bandung satu.&lt;br /&gt;Izzati: Ye, encik nak beli ape?&lt;br /&gt;Atok: Errr.... gado-gado satu.&lt;br /&gt;Izzati: Cik nak beli ape?&lt;br /&gt;Nenek: Mi Bandung satu, bungkus.&lt;br /&gt;Izzati: Okay... Kak Ijah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kasi &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi ngandung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(pregnant mee) dua, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gado-gado sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(Suria's Drama) satu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clearly, she's not good at this job. &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/27596964-115086910606698925?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115086910606698925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115086910606698925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/susu-cap-ape-eh.html' title='Susu cap ape eh?'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115071313772885393</id><published>2006-06-19T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:32:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorable Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so much to talk about the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I had spent with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be Ma'am Besar and shake legs (n fingers) today.&lt;br /&gt;So, let the pictures do the talking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday, 17 June 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/we.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went to Johor on Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent most of our time there.. Eating!&lt;br /&gt;I ate so much that I think after that day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really really gained weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till today, the stomach still belom kempis-kempis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be all the babats sitting there takmo keluar. Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe?? Take a good look at my pictures taken on the&lt;br /&gt;next day when The Click Six went on a trip to Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;I really need to eat less and exercise more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, 18 June 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/we2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/we3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the wannabe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/we4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achi mamak jual sayor and garland! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh salah, The Click Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/27596964-115071313772885393?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115071313772885393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115071313772885393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/memorable-weekend.html' title='A Memorable Weekend!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115064585925436854</id><published>2006-06-18T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:28:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bapak's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/pak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alamak.. Macam Dato K pulak!&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/dsf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Masa zaman muda-muda dulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took this picture for him tau masa kecik2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOVE YOU ALWAYS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115064585925436854?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115064585925436854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115064585925436854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-bapaks-day.html' title='Happy Bapak&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115038713989743880</id><published>2006-06-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:20:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly, Madly, Deeply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm truly overjoyed! &lt;s&gt;Malaysia truly asia!&lt;/s&gt; Eh, salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hady Mirza truly the Singapore Idol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very anxious '&lt;em&gt;bagai kera kena balacan'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the show started waiting for Gurmit to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;called the two names who would made it to the Top 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when Gurmit called Hady's name, I was all jumpy like a true kera!&lt;br /&gt;All the votes I've casted which include from my mobile phone,&lt;br /&gt;home phone, my dad's fone, grandparents' fone and the sms-ed&lt;br /&gt;I've sent to everyone to cast their votes for him, truly worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Hady Mirza got into the next round which is the Top 12!&lt;br /&gt;Say what? Hady Mirza got into the Top 12! Again?! Ok enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for those curious ladies who asked me questions like&lt;br /&gt;"Kau kenal dia ke?", "Hady members kau eh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hady kawan abang kau ke?", "Hady mamat kau eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kau dgn Hady ade apape ke?", "Hady boyfriend kau eh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and other different questions which sound similar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall now make it clear that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hady and I are two &lt;u&gt;complete strangers&lt;/u&gt;. How sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whatever it is, I will continue to vote for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, when I'm truly happy, madly crazy or deeply sad,&lt;br /&gt;I would always end my entry with a short lyric.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I shall end this with the lyric of the song&lt;br /&gt;Hady Mirza sang which sailed him through to the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm findin' it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven."&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/27596964-115038713989743880?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115038713989743880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115038713989743880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/truly-madly-deeply.html' title='Truly, Madly, Deeply'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115028701470110069</id><published>2006-06-14T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:34:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Period Is Not Over Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only person I ever voted for was Khairudin Saharom when&lt;br /&gt;he was competing for Personality Popular on Suria!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;rarely&lt;/u&gt; do this, but today I'm going to spend my money to vote for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HADY MIRZA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he gets into the next round. Please vote for him too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you darlz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115028701470110069?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115028701470110069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115028701470110069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/voting-period-is-not-over-yet.html' title='Voting Period Is Not Over Yet'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115011285238824216</id><published>2006-06-12T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:49:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Appointment with Dr Hilal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes were so heavy yesterday night that I felt like&lt;br /&gt;digging out the eyeballs to have them wash!!&lt;br /&gt;It was only 9++ and I had my reason to stay awake:&lt;br /&gt;To watch Suria-not-Segar because I had missed the morning show.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... let me tell you a secret... I actually kan... kan...&lt;br /&gt;Actually kan... I kan... wanted to watch Khairudin Saharom!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its not a secret anymore ;)&lt;br /&gt;And lucky I didn't got influence by the eyes to go to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;Because Mr Khai was super good looking in blue yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blue Moon.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know just what I was there for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You heard me saying a prayer for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone I really could care for"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fresh as soon as I saw the man in blue but then&lt;br /&gt;the eyes went stoned 'kepala batu' again!&lt;br /&gt;But I still managed to hang on till the end of the show. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;After the show ended, I immediately switch the tv off without even&lt;br /&gt;bothering to check for any other good programmes via the teletext.&lt;br /&gt;Then 5 minutes after closing my eyes, I got up again and on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;This time I watched some animals and insects show on arts central.&lt;br /&gt;Its like 'I wanted to sleep but purposely don't want to sleep'.&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I should have 'listen' to the eyes! I should have slept!&lt;br /&gt;I should have pelok the bantal busuk tightly and slept!&lt;br /&gt;Exactly at midnight, my body started to itch like monkeys with kutus.&lt;br /&gt;The pills and the calamine lotion from the clinic didn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I even insisted the doctor to give me a jab because&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand the scratching and scarring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that the itchiness would come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night proof me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The jab didn't work for me either. So geram!&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm typing this entry, the hands will constantly be scratching.&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh... When will this be over Dr Hilal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... I was in the bathroom earlier today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I heard a loud "Goal!!"&lt;br /&gt;followed by one of them shouted,"Olympic... olympic..."&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there were some boys playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;infront of my block and obviously they had scored a goal la..&lt;br /&gt;But isn't he supposed to shout "World Cup.. World Cup.."???&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&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/27596964-115011285238824216?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115011285238824216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115011285238824216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/appointment-with-dr-hilal.html' title='An Appointment with Dr Hilal'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-115002376405995984</id><published>2006-06-11T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:05:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like about weddings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ohhh mama... saya mahu kahwin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kahwin dengan siapa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dengan siapa saja....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama tolang la... Papa tolong la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saya mahu kahwin....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just happy that it is Sunday today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday is Hari Orang Kahwin!!&lt;br /&gt;I love it when there's wedding either at my the void deck&lt;br /&gt;or at the void deck opposite my house.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm staying on the second storey,&lt;br /&gt;I have a very good view of the weddings.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I get to see the busy cook preparing the food&lt;br /&gt;and best, I get to smell the nasi minyak aroma from my house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course, the sound of kompang played,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kuda kepang tune (Not the kuda kepang please!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the deejays mumbling and the songs played by them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recalled a wedding attended a few years back at a relative's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bride and groom sang a duet at the end of the day-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Hati ini telah dilukai' by Ajai and Kris Dayanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here goes the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Biarkanlah... Biarkan aku hidup sendirian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak ingin ku mengenangkan kisah lama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarkanlah... Biarkan aku hidup sendirian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerana hati ini telah dilukai...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and a few other cousins find it very pelik to sing a sad song on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a happy and memorable, once in a lifetime occasion like your wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Alhamdulillah.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are still blissfully happy and moreover, blessed with a child ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really been a looong time since I attended a wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;The last time was a few months back at one of my cousin's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really missed going to orang kahwin la. I miss the food especially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the nasi minyak, the desserts, the lauk-pauk etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my favourite is- ayam masak merah! Yum yum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I don't eat the ayam, but I love the sweet and spicy gravy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hokay, this entry really makes my air liur meleleh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I better stop thinking about &lt;s&gt;wedding&lt;/s&gt; food now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-115002376405995984?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115002376405995984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/115002376405995984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-i-like-about-weddings.html' title='What I like about weddings?'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-114985149050478197</id><published>2006-06-09T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:29:32.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fever Is On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;0906!!! YahoOooOooOoo!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. He is happy. She is happy.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy. The whole world is happy.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't win any lottery ticket today.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is... 09 June is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I get to see handsome guys, wearing shorts,&lt;br /&gt;running around the field, chasing for a ball!!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what is not good about that, gerls??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to show my support for the FIFA World Cup 2006,&lt;br /&gt;I eat Jack. I eat Jill. I eat JacknJill Potato Chips.&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of the jersey handphone straps that&lt;br /&gt;comes free with any chips purchase.&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 of them right now and there's 20 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;So imagine how many calories I have taken for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the weight I've put on!&lt;br /&gt;So that's a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I've made for World Cup ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Circles of FAT! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be supporting the 3R team as usual.&lt;br /&gt;No, not the &lt;em&gt;Gol dan Gincu&lt;/em&gt; team featuring the 3R female hosts.&lt;br /&gt;Its Ronaldo, Roberto Carlos and Ronaldinho I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/un3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my all time favourite- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ZIL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-114985149050478197?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114985149050478197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114985149050478197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/fever-is-on.html' title='The Fever Is On'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-114959901238719955</id><published>2006-06-06T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:10:41.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tukar Kulit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a very good lunch just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All thanks to the Click Six for introducing me the food court at Century Square Level 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I introduced the place to my schoolmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to walk all the way to Kampong Chai Chee for lunch already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sungguh sedap! Sungguh lazat! Sungguh sejati.. anda pasti puas hati!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ngap ngap ngap my sweet n sour fish rice with &lt;u&gt;free egg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sampai licin berkilat! No need to wash the plate, makcik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After eating, I was happily full loaded but lazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't care much about the shoes that were on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my friends were trying on the shoes, I just sat down at the empty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seats nodding my heads for "Nice" or shaking my heads for "Not nice".&lt;/div&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;But despite the perot boncit that we 'carried', we still had the desire to drink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate Milkshake from McDonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohh.. I must share with you an incident that practically changed my mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we were queuing up patiently and happily full-loaded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was this uncle in his early 40's with two kids who yaya papaya wanted to cut queue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dengan tiada segan silu, he just stand at the counter waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the McDonald's staff to finish serving the current customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For goodness sake, the queue wasn't even that long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alamak! Macam nak burrp aje depan dia seh biar dia pengsan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fortunately for him, before I emit my poisonous but fragrant burping gas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he left without ordering anything becauseof an obvious reason, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he just couldn't wait for a few seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as a Daddy, he was definitely potraying bad example towards his kids:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm in a hurry. There's no need for me to queue up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kan aku dah masok bab Child Psychology!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay people,I just heard Siti Nurhaliza voice on Suria!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Fizah da jadi very kelam-kabut ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall end my entry here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a lovely night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-114959901238719955?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114959901238719955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114959901238719955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/tukar-kulit.html' title='Tukar Kulit'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-114951101067056987</id><published>2006-06-05T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:41:14.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main-Main Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/filem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/fvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the scenes in main-main cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watch this movie yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it was released somewhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in November last year but I just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a chance to watch it just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the movie, Misha and Adam were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supposedly like a match made in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heaven gitu la.. Sehati sejiwa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww...&lt;/div&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;Oh.. that movie is so romantic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all the songs played and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lovey dovey dialogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;used by Adam and Misha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kalah Hindustan babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except they don't have the dancing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;part under the coconut trees la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a good time..... Crying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was incredibly touched by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a scene when Adam planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a suprise candlelight dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during their one year anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With rose petals scattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the floor leading to their table,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they sat, and Adam sang their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so-called couple song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(pakai live band lagik!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;follow by giving Misha a necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww... again...&lt;/div&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;em&gt;"Andai daku pergi sebelummu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenangkanlah ku selalu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;didalam doamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaulah cinta pertama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dan terakhir untukku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku berjanji kan menantimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setia menunggu di pintu syurga..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;nong nong&lt;/s&gt; long long ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And please note the past tense &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;used in the sentence above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-114951101067056987?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114951101067056987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114951101067056987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/main-main-cinta.html' title='Main-Main Cinta'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-114941044569474056</id><published>2006-06-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:08:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Own Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mari tuan... Mari puan...&lt;br /&gt;Fizah ade sesuatu nak kongsi ni.&lt;br /&gt;Ini barang banyak sedap.&lt;br /&gt;Masok mulot confirm meletop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like chocolate fudge cake, you will confirm like this ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;This ice-cream tastes like some expensive fudge cake&lt;br /&gt;you get from Starbucks or Swensen's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the best is, it is absolutely way much cheaper!!!&lt;br /&gt;1 for &lt;u&gt;$1.50&lt;/u&gt; only! Available at kedai mamak&lt;br /&gt;under the void deck or maybe other friendly&lt;br /&gt;neighbourhood stores near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ice1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Gold Trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm addictive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to eat it quick because the crispy coating will not be that crispy after a while and the "main filling" will not have a cake-like texture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a while too. So, jangan makan lembab-lembab macam aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a little advise here, do not eat this infront of your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(especially kalau baru dating-dating &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;gitu and tiba-tiba nak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;makan ice-cream kan..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it makes your whole mouth comot momot and chocolaty even for a clean eater like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for those who don'tlike pure sweet chocolate which can get abit muak sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;then I don't think you will like Trophy as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you peeps must try hokay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I promised you thatthis will not be my last 'ad'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just wait for me to hunt, buy, try and let you knowof other stuff that are cheap cheap but good good. Aku ni geng sama mamakpon bagos jugak, eh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the meantime,go and get a tissue, pegi kesat air liur yang meleleh tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hohoho. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-114941044569474056?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114941044569474056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114941044569474056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-own-advertisement.html' title='My Little Own Advertisement'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27596964.post-114913785233187358</id><published>2006-06-01T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:01:19.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hairstylist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After much thoughts I have decided to trim my loooong hair.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just trim it instead of cutting it short.&lt;br /&gt;I can always go for another hair cut if I feel like having it short again.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't reverse my long hair back if I cut it short, right?&lt;br /&gt;It's either I have to unwearyingly wait for 3 years for my hair to grow or&lt;br /&gt;go the extra miles for hair extension which is so unlikely I would do&lt;br /&gt;mainly because it is very, very, very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the very fickle-minded Fizah have concluded to just trim her hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to the infamous hairdresser, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it's known as for a man who cut people's hair or issit called a barber?&lt;br /&gt;Barber sounds so oldies. Maybe hairstylist would sound better.&lt;br /&gt;And Aoi even requested to have her hair cut done by my dad next week at my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the kepochi makan kuaci,&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Izzati, wanted to have her hair cut too on the day I got mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help!! I can't see a thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ti2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm... Much better now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/fizah87/ti3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tadaa.. I love my haircut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally envy her natural big curls! But no worries because my brother just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gave me an electric curler all the way from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;A souvenir from Thailand for me. I can now damage my hair&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Aoi, no need to ask your boyfriend from Thailand to mail me a curler&lt;br /&gt;because I already have and used it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27596964-114913785233187358?l=reminiscez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114913785233187358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27596964/posts/default/114913785233187358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscez.blogspot.com/2006/06/hairstylist.html' title='The Hairstylist'/><author><name>Fizah Jonet</name><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></entry></feed>
