<?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-9260506</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:05:25.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mYsTiQuE</title><subtitle type='html'>jottings on my thoughts....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-111176485276813724</id><published>2005-03-25T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:44:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mau pizza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;pesanan piZZa di taHun 2850 &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="222231606-01022005" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="replbq" style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(16,16,255) 2px solid"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Sistem database automatik mengatur kehidupan manusia- Slamat dtg ke dunia IT. &gt;&gt;Rakaman Percakapan telefon pesanan Pizza tahun 2850 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: terima kasih anda telah menghubungi Pizza Hot, boleh saya bantu ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : heloo,saya nak pesan pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Saya perlukan no I/C encik untuk memproses permohonan seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : OK, sekejap. No nya : 790615-08-5331&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Ok Encik Rahmat ,berumur 41 tahun, encik tinggal di Jalan Hang Tuah no.16, Seksyen 18/34D, Shah Alam. nombor telefon rumah : 03 77726378, No pejabat : 03 51912870 ext 999 dan no telefon bimbit : anda 016-6666222 ,encik menelefon dari mana ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Pelanggan &lt;/span&gt;: dari rumah, eh dari mana kamu tahu semua no tel saya ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operator : Oh, kami dihubungkan terus ke database pusat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Oklah, saya nak pesan Seafood Pizza - pakej family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operator : Itu bukan idea yang bagus encik &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelanggan : kenapa pulak ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: Dari medical record cik , encik memiliki tekanan darah tinggi dan kolesterol yang berlebihan dari paras normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Jadi awak rekemenkan apa ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Mungkin encik boleh pesan Low Fat Hokkien Mee Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Erm, macamana kalau saya tak suka pilihan tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Hmmm minggu lalu pakcik baru pinjam buku yang berjudul "Popular Hokkien Dishes"dari perpustakaan negara di Jalan Tun Razak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Ok lah. Ikut je la. So, berapa harga pakej family yg saya pesan tadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Tapi pakej family kami takkan cukup untuk anak encik yang seramai 7 orang .., jumlah keseluruhan adalah RM80.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Takpe, cukup tu. Ok Saya akan bayar dengan kad Visa saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Owh, saya rasa encik patut bayar cash sebab had limit kad Visa pakcik dah tamat dan ada outstanding bil di Maybank sebanyak RM4050.00 sejak bulan Ogos lalu , itu belum termasuk caj denda untuk tunggakan bayaran bulan rumah encik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Uih? Oklah, saya ke ATM untuk withdraw duit sebelum penghantar pizza sampai , ke rumah saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Owh, rasanya pilihan itupun tak mungkin sebab rekod akaun encik dalam kesemua empat bank iaitu Maybank, BCB, Ambank dan Public Bank menunjukkan baki kurang dari RM1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Cis! Sudahlah! Hantar aja la pizza tuh, saya bayar cash kat sini. berapa lama Pizza akan di hantar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : sekitar 45 minit encik, tapi kalau encik rasa terlalu lama dan tak suka menunggu, encik boleh ambil sendiri dengan motor kapcai pakcik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan &lt;/span&gt;: APA ???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operator : Menurut catatan kami, encik memiliki motor kapcai tahun 2015 dengan no pendaftaran BWW 2114 betul kan pakcik ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelanggan : Cis! Melampau betul! Celaka gile. Sape bagi bukak rekod org lain sesuka hati ni? ada yg nak kena belasah ni??!!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Hati-hati dengan apa yang encik ucapkan. Takkan encik dah lupa tarikh 15 Mei 2010 pakcik pernah kena tahan lokap sebulan sebab bercakap kasar dan cuba menyerang seorang polis di Plaza ALam Sentral, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : (Terdiamm....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Ada nak tambah yang lain encik ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : Takde, eh tapi kalau pesan pakej family ada percuma 2 botol coca cola kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt; : Betul encik, tapi menurut catatan kami encik ada juga mengidap DIABETES, jadi kami &gt;tidak mau mengambil sebarang risiko.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Pelanggan&lt;/span&gt; : KURANG AJAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BATALKAN SAJA SEMUA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: Terima kasih atas panggilan pesanan encik, &gt;untuk sebarang komen, kritikan dan pandangan, encik boleh mengisi form online pada website kami,username dan passwordnya tercetak pada bahagian bawah kotak pizza yang encik pesan... terima kasih kerana telah menghubungi Pizza Hot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;sekian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-111176485276813724?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/111176485276813724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=111176485276813724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/111176485276813724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/111176485276813724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2005/03/mau-pizza.html' title='mau pizza?'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-111176385117736176</id><published>2005-03-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:17:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well for the record i am now going berserk..well..not exactly berserk but push me just a little bit more and i'll be berserk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now that the school holidays are over and school has already started for almost two weeks now i'm almost drowned in work...while i enjoy being busy (hey, keeps your mind from thinking of all the other stupid things u know) sometimes it takes a toll on you...and this week plus next there are just a LOT of things happening to me and the people at school..and they say the work of a teacher is EASY??? try teaching in a  skewl like mine and a month after that tell me it's easy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if that wasn't enough, call it sucky timing but then in addition to all this i had a big (and i mean big as in horrendously huge!!) fight with my best friend..and the said person is still avoiding me at the moment i'm writing this...ok maybe partly it was my fault but i didn't think things would have blown out like this...really...and it makes me sad cos this particular person is basically my confidante...who now probably wants nothing more to do with me..well i didn't ask to get sick..and i WAS really just looking for a shoulder to cry on..sorry i picked the wrong time to be sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but hey, despite the fact that i'm having the crisis with the said person, there are things to look up to, you know...like for one, the majlis graduasi is going to be held next week..and i'm going to see the faces of my students again..only now they're becoming more my friends than anything else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-111176385117736176?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/111176385117736176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=111176385117736176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/111176385117736176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/111176385117736176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2005/03/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110906551774518308</id><published>2005-02-22T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:59:50.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days are too busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;well...it's another brand new week..with that comes new tasks, new responsibilities, new headaches..new everything..and if last week was what can be called 'crazy', this week can be extraordinarily so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;let's see...had two meetings on monday, another two the next day...(which is today, by the way)..a presentation (well, make that four) that i have to oversee...and they say, "it's so easy to be a teacher,huh? and how i would enjoy all those long holidays!!) right..if you were in a school like mine, you'd think twice about saying that..not that i mind all the stuff i have to do.. (hey it helps to make the mind bz u know)..but it's just that sometimes i wish there were thirty hours in a day.. and even then that would not be enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;truth be told, of course during one of my crazy, busy days i wished that i was somewhere different..where i didn't have that much stuff to do..but then again having been through the november and december school holidays where i didn't do all that much i didn't think i wanted that.or maybe my wish or hopes was just wishful thinking...heck, we always want what we can have, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110906551774518308?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110906551774518308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110906551774518308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110906551774518308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110906551774518308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2005/02/days-are-too-busy.html' title='days are too busy...'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110827259802987557</id><published>2005-02-13T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:17:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reading the newspaper over the weekend I heard of my mom's best friend who lost her four beautiful daughters in a tragic road accident...to lose one person that you love is heart wrenching..what more if you were to lose four...and it got me to thinking that life is actually a much fragile thing...we go around thinking that 'i will love you forever'... 'i'm going to live to be a thousand'...etc...when the actual fact is that life can just be snuffed out much like the blowing of a candle..one minute ur there..the next minute ur not...we go on thinking that we'll have all the time in the world to tell people close to us that 'i love you'...'you mean a lot to me'...but what if tomorrow never comes? or what if tomorrow comes but the person you want to say it to is no longer there...? to quote my best friend, we quarrel and get into squabbles all the time but that doesn't mean we don't love each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my sisters and my brother, heck i love you but we have our moments, right? can't expect to talk to everyone just the same way...it doesn't work that way, dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Al-Fatihah to Aunty Saleha and her family.My condolences for your loss.Hope that God will walk you through this difficult path.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110827259802987557?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110827259802987557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110827259802987557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110827259802987557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110827259802987557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2005/02/fragile-life.html' title='Fragile life'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110757529333510555</id><published>2005-02-06T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:48:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..work..play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Life sure has been spinning real fast...one moment I was on holiday and before you can say 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' it was time to go back to work...to the daily grind of working and teaching and all that jazz.. I mean I love working and all that but sometimes life just gets too crazy for you to handle..ok ok I'm blabbering...but the fact of the matter is that there's only so much that we can take as a human being..as superhuman as we think we are we all have limits..to our tempers..or our patience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Life this past two weeks has been hectic..and i mean that with a bold, capitalized and italicized H with a few exclamation marks thrown in for good measure..been working six day weeks (and then some)..but I guess complain as much as I want in the end I'll just do it anyway..since I never do anything halfway...you start it, you finish it..there's no such thing as you doing something, then midway find out that you don't like it afterall and decided to just bolt..that really isn't fair..and believe me ...having been treated that way by someone i'd rather not mention (and i will never forgive him for doing it to me) i know how it feels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And for the life of me I don't understand why it is that people come and register in the skewl and then decide halfway they didn't like it..i mean, man, when i was your age my parents were halfway across the globe in a different continent altogether..and i had to contend with seniors who thought they were 'holier than thou' among other things..worrying whether or not i was going to be able to survive the whole ordeal..you guys had it easy..your parents are here...in the same country..and at worst they're just not in the same state..but you can always come back to them...unlike me and my sister when i was sixteen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;As much as you think you're in bad shape there are people who are in worse shape..and they managed to pull through life..so really you don't have the excuse to just whine and say life isn't fair..cos last time i checked life isn't fair..that's the whole point..if it was fair...then the whole thing would be called paradise..And I just believe in one thing...let the blood all come out but never the tears...don't give up no matter what...cos the important thing is to determine that it  &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;  be done...and then you just do it and give it all that you've got..&lt;/span&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/9260506-110757529333510555?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110757529333510555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110757529333510555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110757529333510555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110757529333510555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2005/02/lifeworkplay.html' title='Life..work..play...'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110415629456911282</id><published>2004-12-28T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:21:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogtitle" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;a cool conversation on hijab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"I'm so tired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tired of what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of all these people judging me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who judged you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like that woman, every time I sit with her, she&lt;br /&gt;tells me to wear hijab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hijab and music! The mother of all topics!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! I listen to music without hijab. haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe she was just giving you advice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need her advice. I know my religion. Can't&lt;br /&gt;she mind her own business?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you misunderstood. She was just being&lt;br /&gt;nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keeping out of my business, that would be&lt;br /&gt;nice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's her duty to encourage you do to good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me. That was no encouragement. And what&lt;br /&gt;do you mean 'good'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, wearing hijab, that would be a good thing to&lt;br /&gt;do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Says who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's in the Qur'an, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. She did quote me something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She said Surah an-Nur, and other places of the&lt;br /&gt;Qur'an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but it's not a big sin anyway. Helping people&lt;br /&gt;and praying is more important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True. But big things start with small things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good point, but what you wear is not&lt;br /&gt;important. What's important is to have a good&lt;br /&gt;healthy heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you wear is not important?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do you spend an hour every morning&lt;br /&gt;fixing up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You spend money on cosmetics, not to mention&lt;br /&gt;all the time you spend on fixing your hair and low-&lt;br /&gt;carb dieting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, your appearance IS important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I said wearing hijab is not an important thing&lt;br /&gt;in religion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it's not an important thing in religion, why is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentioned in the Holy Qur'an?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I can't follow all that's in Qur'an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean God tells you something to do, you&lt;br /&gt;disobey and then it's OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. God is forgiving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is forgiving to those who repent and do not&lt;br /&gt;repeat their mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Says who?" &lt;&gt;"Says the same book that tells&lt;br /&gt;you to cover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't like hijab, it limits my freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the lotions, lipsticks, mascara and other&lt;br /&gt;cosmetics set you free?! What's your definition of&lt;br /&gt;freedom anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom is in doing whatever you like to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Freedom is in doing the right thing, not in&lt;br /&gt;doing whatever we wish to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look! I've seen so many people who don't wear&lt;br /&gt;hijab and are nice people, and so many who wear&lt;br /&gt;hijab and are bad people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what? There are people who are nice to you&lt;br /&gt;but are alcoholic. Should we all be alcoholics?&lt;br /&gt;You made a stupid point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to be an extremist or a fanatic. I'm OK&lt;br /&gt;the way I am without hijab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you are a secular fanatic. An extremist in&lt;br /&gt;disobeying God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't get it, if I wear hijab, who would marry&lt;br /&gt;me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So all these people with hijab never get&lt;br /&gt;married?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! Wha t if I get married and my husband&lt;br /&gt;doesn't l i ke it? And wants me to remove it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if your husband wants you to go out with&lt;br /&gt;him on a bank robbery?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's irrelevant, bank robbery is a crime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Disobeying your Creator is not a crime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But then who would hire me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A company that respects people for who they&lt;br /&gt;are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not after 9-11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. After 9-11. Don't you know about Hanan&lt;br /&gt;who just got into med school? And the other one,&lt;br /&gt;what was her name, the girl who always wore a&lt;br /&gt;white hijab.ummm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yasmeen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Yasmeen. She just finished her MBA and is&lt;br /&gt;now interning for GE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you reduce religion to a piece of cloth&lt;br /&gt;anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you reduce womanhood to high heals&lt;br /&gt;and lipstick colours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't answer my question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In fact, I did. Hijab is not just a piece of cloth.&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;obeying God in a difficult environment. It is&lt;br /&gt;courage, faith in action, and true womanhood. But&lt;br /&gt;your short sleeves, tight pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's called 'fashion', you live in a cave or&lt;br /&gt;something? First of all, hijab was founded by men&lt;br /&gt;who wanted to control women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I did not know men could control women&lt;br /&gt;by hijab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. That's what it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the women who fight their husbands&lt;br /&gt;to wear hijab? And women in France who are&lt;br /&gt;forced to remove their hijab by men? What do you&lt;br /&gt;say about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What difference? The woman who asked you to&lt;br /&gt;wear hijab. she was a woman, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, but."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But fashions that are designed and promoted by&lt;br /&gt;male-dominated corporations, set you free? Men&lt;br /&gt;have no control on exposing women and using&lt;br /&gt;them as a commodity?! Give me a break!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, let me finish, I was saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saying what? You think that men control women&lt;br /&gt;by hijab?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Specifically how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By te lling women how and what to wear,&lt;br /&gt;dummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't TV, magazines and movies tell you what&lt;br /&gt;t o wear, and how to be 'attractive'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, it's fashion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that control? Pressuring you to wear what&lt;br /&gt;they want you to wear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not just controlling you, but also controlling the&lt;br /&gt;market."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, you are told to look skinny and anorexic&lt;br /&gt;like that woman on the cover of the magazine, by&lt;br /&gt;men who design those magazines and sell those&lt;br /&gt;products."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get it. What does hijab have to do with&lt;br /&gt;products."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has everything to do with that. Don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Hijab is a threat to consumerism, women who&lt;br /&gt;spend billions of dollars to look skinny and live by&lt;br /&gt;standards of fashion designed by men.and then&lt;br /&gt;here is Islam, saying trash all that nonsense and&lt;br /&gt;focus on your soul, not on your looks, and do not&lt;br /&gt;worry what men think of your looks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I don't have to buy hijab? Isn't hijab a&lt;br /&gt;product?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is. It is a product that sets you free from&lt;br /&gt;male-dominated consumer ism ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop lecturing me! I WILL NOT WEAR HIJAB! It&lt;br /&gt;is awkward, outdated, and totally not suitable for&lt;br /&gt;this societ y ... Moreover, I am only 20 and too&lt;br /&gt;young to wear hijab!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. Say that to your Lord, when you face Him&lt;br /&gt;on Judgment Day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up and I don't want to hear more about hijab&lt;br /&gt;niqab schmijab Punjab !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at the mirror, tired of arguing with&lt;br /&gt;herself all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful enough, she managed to shut the&lt;br /&gt;voices in her head, with her own opinions&lt;br /&gt;triumphant in victory on the matter, and a final&lt;br /&gt;modern decision accepted by the society,&lt;br /&gt;rejected by the Faith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes to curls or blowed dried hair, no to hijab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's for you to think...not for me to judge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110415629456911282?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110415629456911282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110415629456911282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110415629456911282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110415629456911282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/reflection.html' title='reflection...'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110415689503484963</id><published>2004-12-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:37:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought (from amy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hmmm...something which can make u realise about love... and try to learn from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me that 'Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong... it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there.. you'll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a "right person" for you.. and don't rush things.. coz somewhere somehow GOD is preparing somebody for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never be perfect.. the person you love can never be perfect.. but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you. But, no relationship is complete without GOD.. that's why we have marriage it's a bond not only between you and your loved one.. but also with GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationships fail not because she/he's not the right person..it's because we expect too much and we decided on our own.. let GOD do the work..you may call it waiting.. pray. Let GOD guide you always... He knows better. He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not what you think it is.. Sometimes we mistakenly feel that our first relationship will be our last. Because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of true love. Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life. Others are saying love is immortal and can never be defined. When we think we're in love the first thing we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone very special can never be taken away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say this phrase "You are the most wonderful gift from GOD i have ever received.. "After a terrible fight or sometimes even a petty quarrel we then say "You are the biggest mistake i've ever made for my entire life..!!!. "Now, how do you say and spell the word L-O-V-E ? Are you really deeply into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears. Most of the time, these love promises like "Forever, Till Death do us apart, etc. "would end up "Never" and "We should part ways, I'm no longer happy with you! My love for you is DEAD!!!". Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to zero degree "She/He ain't the right one. I should probably wait for the right one to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the big question anyone could not answer is "Is she/he the right one?" and "When is the right time?" That made us stick to whom we are with. Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and the right time to commit? A big YES is the answer. Don't be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist taht you are already into it. Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there is a compatible partnership that goes along with it. If you alredy knew that you're too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don't give it a try. You'll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made. If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don't go deeper into it. You'll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can't make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings. Try to let go and give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself. More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, it's just pity. We call it love when we're too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life. We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are mistaken, it's just insecurity. But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn't something you can buy nor beg. It is real and existing. You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can't find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don't forget that it also can make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy................. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110415689503484963?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110415689503484963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110415689503484963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110415689503484963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110415689503484963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/food-for-thought-from-amy.html' title='food for thought (from amy)'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110371956838395876</id><published>2004-12-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:30:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I wish for new year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;it's come to that time of the year again...and i've sort of come up with a 'wish list'..not amounting to a new year's resolution (since my so-called resolution disappears into thin air by the middle of the year...sigh....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things Iwish for NewYear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. understanding why people think that it's perfectly ok for guys to be 26, swinging single, and enjoying life without people asking 'when are you getting married' while girls the same age are deemed 'memilih', and might feel like they're fish in a sardine can nearing the expiry date if they don't get married the same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. being a more patient person who's in better control of my temper and mood swings (which might go bonkers some of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.be more productive at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. for people to be more tolerant and understanding of each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. for my boys to actually read 'the pearl' (honestly, guys, you need to understand the novel to answer the questions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. work my guts out to drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. save more money for my 'hari tua' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. have the antidote for my allergy to cat fur (cos i love hanging around with cats,but can't stand the fur sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. actually read the newspaper from cover to cover (as opposed to skimming and scanning the articles like i usually do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.write more stuff to channel out my creative juices... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there,i've said it...resolutions or wish list or whatchamacallit...that's what i want...and i sure hope 2005 will be a much better year than the current one (don't we say that all the time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who's made my rainbow of life more colourful, thank you..for the memories i shall cherish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110371956838395876?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110371956838395876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110371956838395876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110371956838395876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110371956838395876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/10-things-i-wish-for-new-year.html' title='10 things I wish for new year..'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110372157780231106</id><published>2004-12-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:19:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/1024/firdaus%20cute.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/320/firdaus%20cute.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is...umm...my baby...uncle? ntah..i'm not sure what to call him since he's old enough to be my son if i were to have children..but ain't he cute?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110372157780231106?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110372157780231106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110372157780231106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372157780231106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372157780231106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110372143878165633</id><published>2004-12-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:17:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/1024/FRIENDS.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/320/FRIENDS.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definition of a friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110372143878165633?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110372143878165633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110372143878165633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372143878165633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372143878165633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/definition-of-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110372125544348978</id><published>2004-12-22T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:14:15.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/1024/me%20n%20haikal.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/320/me%20n%20haikal.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and haikal during the dinner&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110372125544348978?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110372125544348978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110372125544348978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372125544348978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372125544348978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-haikal-during-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110372122185471360</id><published>2004-12-22T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:13:41.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/1024/me%20n%20adam.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/320/me%20n%20adam.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and adam (one of my skewl boys) during the post-spm farewell dinner&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110372122185471360?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110372122185471360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110372122185471360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372122185471360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372122185471360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-me-and-adam-one-of-my-skewl.html' title=''/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110372116651802621</id><published>2004-12-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:12:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/1024/me%20n%20zahuren.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/320/me%20n%20zahuren.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n my close fren at skewl&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110372116651802621?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110372116651802621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110372116651802621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372116651802621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372116651802621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-n-my-close-fren-at-skewl.html' title=''/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110372102432121295</id><published>2004-12-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:10:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/1024/9ers%20at%20guoman.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/320/9ers%20at%20guoman.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ers at guoman resort pd, on chogm (cheap holiday on government money.. :P)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110372102432121295?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110372102432121295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110372102432121295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372102432121295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110372102432121295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/9ers-at-guoman-resort-pd-on-chogm.html' title=''/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110364383931558140</id><published>2004-12-22T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:43:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we have to go back already?</title><content type='html'>is it time already? well almost anyway..in approximately two weeks' time i'll be going back to the daily grind..back to skewl...(dreading the day it comes...!!)but true enough,when i was in skewl i wanted so much for the holidays to come just so that i could laze around and catch up on all the beauty sleep i'd lost..ironically,though, when i was at home, i wanted to be back at work,getting bz in the swing of things..i guess being human ur never satisfied with the things that you have..always wanting more than what you have..and when u get what you want, u'd always want more...and more will never be enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come new year's eve everyone on the face of the earth will be thinking up new year's resolutions..funny i've never actually made any resolutions this past couple of years..don't see the point actually..i mean,what is the point of making resolutions when half of the time u don't do anything about it? for one, i'd definitely want next year to be a better year, for me to be a better person, and for my mr right to come along...heck i'm tired of people asking me when i'm going to join my friends who are already enjoying wedded bliss..hey there is the right time and place for everything.. and for me the time now is for me to just enjoy my life the way it is, get to know more people, develop myself to be a better person...and be nice to people who are nice to me..now isn't that a good way to live life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110364383931558140?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110364383931558140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110364383931558140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110364383931558140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110364383931558140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-we-have-to-go-back-already.html' title='do we have to go back already?'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110301186863719983</id><published>2004-12-15T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:33:49.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you read this,&lt;br /&gt;chances are&lt;br /&gt;that I'll be sitting here&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;as I so often do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read&lt;br /&gt;these few words,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll think about&lt;br /&gt;how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;and how much you always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you set this aside&lt;br /&gt;and continue on&lt;br /&gt;with the things&lt;br /&gt;you need to be doing in your day,&lt;br /&gt;smile a smile for me,&lt;br /&gt;and remember&lt;br /&gt;that I'll be thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110301186863719983?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110301186863719983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110301186863719983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110301186863719983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110301186863719983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You..'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110301341945145650</id><published>2004-12-14T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:32:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh...yet another year passes by..and yet another raya passes by (and by the time this was published, raya was already long gone!) and the raya season would be so incomplete without the open house (Malaysian style!) . And I was also one of them. I wanted so much to hold an open house this year ...the crazy part of me wanted the full-blown open house on a grand scale (that would even rip apart the PM's coffers!)...but then logic took over, and in agreeing with the austerity-drive promoted by our Government I decided to have one on a much more moderate scale. Heck, it was worth every penny! had a fun time shopping for stuff with my good ole Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing was, as I was bz wrestling with the food in the kitchen, my guests had already shown up. (Sorry fellas!)and having invited them in (and saved them from the ravages of the baking sun!) I force-fed them on a steady supply of Sunday newspapers...apparently there was some miscommunication problems ('mati' media, according to a dear friend of mine..couldn't agree more on this day's advanced age of technology and gadgets and whatchamacallits...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the food was served(finally! we were about close to starving that my guests looked a funny shade of green..just kidding guys..)and more and more people came...and we ate, talked, had fun, fiddled with everyone's handphones ...whose phone is the coolest??? Never mind, next year we shall have an 'anugerah handphone terbest di dunia'...How about that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to say arriverci..au revoir..goodbye...thanks fellas for coming over..I had a wonderful time...and of course later that night my poor mobile inbox was deluged with the obligatory 'sorry miss we couldn't make it to your open house' messages..Well, maybe next time, fellas. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I had fun this year, want to have another go at it next year?Let's make it a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9260506-110301341945145650?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110301341945145650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110301341945145650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110301341945145650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110301341945145650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/12/open-house.html' title='open house?'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110182006801929762</id><published>2004-11-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T21:07:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In its confrontation with rocks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the water always wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;not because of its strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but because of its sheer determination and perseverance...&lt;/span&gt;&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/9260506-110182006801929762?l=fiorella7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/feeds/110182006801929762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9260506&amp;postID=110182006801929762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110182006801929762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9260506/posts/default/110182006801929762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiorella7.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought'/><author><name>f|oreLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355960365906303242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9260506.post-110181969924867992</id><published>2004-11-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T21:01:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/27/2498/1024/pic(12).1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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