<?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-985874212119399997</id><updated>2012-02-01T08:58:28.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Telltales Of A Lady Named EcLaSs :.</title><subtitle type='html'>I’m warning you this blog contains nothing important to anybody but me.. If you don’t wish to come across with rambling stories by an unknown woman, you better click the ' X ' button immediately! But if you wished for it, here are my stories..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7739307703663958569</id><published>2011-11-09T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:00:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Not A Wordless Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hatred is not as simple as it sounds because it affects our relationship with certain people around us, be it in the past, present or future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Scar does not fade and becomes a collection of reminders on our daily life and hopefully making us stronger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pride is something subjective and always mistakenly judge as arrogant or ego but it is just a methapor of one's beliefs on how her life should be.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Self esteemed is somehow is a result of envy. It either helps making life happier or break it into pieces. Then comes the jealousy which has its greatest effect on the weakest people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rage is controlled by emotion and how gloomy it becomes may worsen its outburst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Past is something complicated and for those who dwell too much into it is clearly not a forgiving person and she must have been suffered with BIG issues of her own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So much of a wordless Wednesday huh?! Because feeling itself is not visible through writing so I here I am putting into details of the mixed feeling I have on this gloomy day.. (I was going to make a poem out of it but it would probably sounds corny!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Wednesday peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-7739307703663958569?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7739307703663958569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7739307703663958569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7739307703663958569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7739307703663958569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-wordless-day.html' title='~ Not A Wordless Day ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7624114411094803622</id><published>2011-10-19T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:49:30.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Hari Rabu Tanpa Kata ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MVE3EYtIMwM/Tp5W2TIi0sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eRNYMwEypRY/s640/blogger-image--204400780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MVE3EYtIMwM/Tp5W2TIi0sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eRNYMwEypRY/s640/blogger-image--204400780.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-7624114411094803622?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7624114411094803622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7624114411094803622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7624114411094803622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7624114411094803622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/hari-rabu-tanpa-kata.html' title='~ Hari Rabu Tanpa Kata ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MVE3EYtIMwM/Tp5W2TIi0sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eRNYMwEypRY/s72-c/blogger-image--204400780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-1788464807992367830</id><published>2011-10-18T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:26:35.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Mekap ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mNuE6Licbdo/TpzdLvBt1qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zOWuONbpbmQ/s640/blogger-image-1068537406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mNuE6Licbdo/TpzdLvBt1qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zOWuONbpbmQ/s640/blogger-image-1068537406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jenuh tonyoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sejak seminggu dua ni kat opis mesti orang tegur, "ada event apa hari ni?" atau pun "nak pi mana ni?". Paling kurang mesti tengok pelik kat aku, tensen sungguh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ni semua akibat bermekap la. Nampak sangat aku nih serabai memanjang bila pi opis, jadinya bila calit mekap sikit jer orang dah heran. Malu pulak tapi sebab sayang duit punya pasal dah beli segala benda alah tu maka harus la bermekap habiskan semua kang expired rugi. Tu pun aku gagah jugak calit sana sini selang 2-3 hari sekali kalo tetiap hari gamaknya jenuh keja tak jalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sejak ada anak ni memang tak sempat dah nak solek molek nih, mai opis pun sikat rambut dalam keta ja masa stuck in traffic jam. Bukan la nak kata tak mekap lansung tapi cuma hari spesel macam koir ka, sambutan raya ka.. Hari lain mintak maap biar la berserabut pun memang tak sempat dah &amp;lt;-- dah la tak mekap, pakai pun serabai, makin lama makin gemok.. Tak serupa gaya pegawai lansung harap kat blazer ja, haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mekap baru tu suma beli sebab nak pakai masa dinner last July.. Tapi satu lagi pemangkin bermekap bagai nak rak semenjak dua menjak ni sebab nak guna lipstick Dior yang sebatang RM95 tuh.. Barang mekap paling mahal yang aku penah beli dalam seumur hidup, semata mata nak cukupkan total of purchase nak dapat free mascara, haha! Lagi RM5 ja nak dapat free mascara tp kena beli lipstick yg RM95, haha.. Ada ka barang CD yang rega RM5 kan?! Apsal aku tak decide tak yah amek mascara free supaya RM90 tak melayang?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Betul bendul betui time tu!  Ha jenuh mekap la ni, nak menten mekap tak cayaq lagi, amek ang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-1788464807992367830?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1788464807992367830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=1788464807992367830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1788464807992367830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1788464807992367830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/sejak-seminggu-dua-ni-kat-opis-mesti.html' title='~ Mekap ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mNuE6Licbdo/TpzdLvBt1qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zOWuONbpbmQ/s72-c/blogger-image-1068537406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7916004347528524438</id><published>2011-10-16T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T13:23:35.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Easy Peasy ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to wish for Blogger to has an iPhone app so I could blog whenever and wherever I go. Since there was no app before, I tend to express my feeling on twitter, it's like my mini blog plus it's available with just one touch on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I expect to blog more since my wish has come true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I'm writing this using my iPhone, cool isn't it?! The only downside is I can't format the font and paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;P/s: Paragraph was justified later through laptop :) &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/985874212119399997-7916004347528524438?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7916004347528524438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7916004347528524438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7916004347528524438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7916004347528524438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/easy-peasy.html' title='~ Easy Peasy ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7822899753685650149</id><published>2011-09-11T13:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:47:29.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Dedicated To A Special Person a.k.a Friend ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As mentioned before in previous entry, I am experiencing the phase of low milk supply. I tried giving Ammar formula milk so many times but he refused and rather wait for me to come back from work. I struggled with frequent pumping sessions and used up all my frozen EBMs and this was the last packet I had at the last month of July..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-br4MmK2VmNE/Tmwr2T-0hwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gIhZnFcmL4A/s1600/3xici.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-br4MmK2VmNE/Tmwr2T-0hwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gIhZnFcmL4A/s320/3xici.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The one and only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was really panic but pray to Allah that Ammar will soon accept formula milk. During the critical phase, I managed to provide up to 2.5 - 3 bottles x 4 oz (fresh + frozen milk) daily but with only 1 frozen EBM left, I would only able to provide 1 1/2 - 2 bottles and I assumed Ammar will start to give in and accept formula milk. That was the plan until something good came up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a friend Sarah who was in pantang last August, she lives in KL but had her pantang at her kampung in Pokok Sena. As a friend I always share breastfeeding info and experiences with her since she also breastfeeds her 2 children. One day I received an sms saying that she wanted to give Ammar her excess frozen EBMs (a new mom is easily engorged) and&amp;nbsp;her husband already gives permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Never in my life that I thought this good offer would come but after discussion with hubby, we agreed. So there goes how it all started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to Sarah's a day before Ramadhan and took 5 packets to try with Ammar and lucky enough he drank it like there was no difference (bijak betul ammar ni, susu lembu dia tak mau tapi susu orang lain mau pulak!). So we went there to pick up another 2 batches from Sarah. Lucky that Ammar now has ibu susuan plus 2 siblings in tow! Thanks Acik Ah or probably Mak Ah for her kind heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On 7th Syawal, we went to Pokok Sena again to beraya and pick up the last batch of the stock since Sarah is already completed her pantang and going back to KL. I guess with the stock of my EBMs (not so much) plus with Sarah's which totaled up to 150 oz are going to last for a month! Ammar is 21 months and insyaAllah he has enough milk until he turns 22 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhoyCFzNsPs/Tmw4WKC1p0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/NYIMtT0SfRY/s1600/Pic+067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhoyCFzNsPs/Tmw4WKC1p0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/NYIMtT0SfRY/s320/Pic+067.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sarah's frozen EBM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1A6JXjcUU1Q/Tmw45iweTYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/f56gwxHXEvI/s1600/Pic+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1A6JXjcUU1Q/Tmw45iweTYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/f56gwxHXEvI/s320/Pic+066.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sarah's too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Xh3pkxkfYE/Tmw4ozgUK1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VH-MPfCrNrI/s1600/Pic+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Xh3pkxkfYE/Tmw4ozgUK1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VH-MPfCrNrI/s320/Pic+065.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Having enough stock doesn't mean I need to stop pumping, the journey will not end soon at least for another 3 months until Ammar turns 2. For the time being, I am going to maintain my pumping sessions 2-3 times at work and once at home (midnight) even though I don't get much, 2-3 oz per session is better than nothing right? If those frozen EBMs would be all used up later, I will start to introduce him formula milk again and I hope he accept it slowly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, Sarah smsed and said she left another 50 oz for Ammar at kampung because she couldn't transfer too many frozen EBMs in her coleman ice box plus it is a long journey back to KL. I'm going to pick up that batch this weekend, may Allah bless her and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To Sarah: We may not know each other for long but I pray that this friendship last forever! Zul, Ammar and I are very grateful to you and family. I don't know how should I repay everything that you have done to Ammar, may Allah makes your breastfeeding journey for Adam goes smoothly.. Amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yun-iNhAMcI/TmxMHf3FXbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TlpNUXKHjbQ/s1600/Pic+192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yun-iNhAMcI/TmxMHf3FXbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TlpNUXKHjbQ/s320/Pic+192.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3 siblings - on 7th Syawal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBLEDJTfUWw/TmxMJ-LaYUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hwLgPSKkvA4/s1600/Pic+229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBLEDJTfUWw/TmxMJ-LaYUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hwLgPSKkvA4/s320/Pic+229.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sarah and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBVR2NYlaxg/TmxSSRtPiZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nnBDqAJf7-M/s1600/Pic+233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBVR2NYlaxg/TmxSSRtPiZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nnBDqAJf7-M/s320/Pic+233.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ammar with his mak susunya :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LXXC0jn5qU/TmxRVtBC8YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AzA2U7rMw7Q/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LXXC0jn5qU/TmxRVtBC8YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AzA2U7rMw7Q/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gknYk6Cr91E/TmxTNh8sseI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hBw-hGzaeKk/s1600/312762_10150297523583614_555003613_7619968_1892693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gknYk6Cr91E/TmxTNh8sseI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hBw-hGzaeKk/s320/312762_10150297523583614_555003613_7619968_1892693_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Family with big heart - this one taken from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/sitisarahchedan"&gt;Sarah's FB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How I met Sarah?! Here is some brief info in an entry at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://roddypoody.blogspot.com/2011/08/anak-no-3-masuk-spital.html"&gt;Sarah's blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-7822899753685650149?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7822899753685650149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7822899753685650149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7822899753685650149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7822899753685650149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/dedicated-to-special-person-aka-friend.html' title='~ Dedicated To A Special Person a.k.a Friend ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-br4MmK2VmNE/Tmwr2T-0hwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gIhZnFcmL4A/s72-c/3xici.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-645906338627392148</id><published>2011-09-07T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:00:04.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Wordless Wednesday ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know whether this is funny or considered unlucky but please read to the last sentence and decide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; I consider myself living like a nomad because my weekends will always be at inlaws in Alor Star while weekdays is at my parents in Sungai Petani. It is a give and take decision between hubby and I since we are living with my parents in SP, we would spend our free time in Alor Star as much as we can. Due to this circumstances I have 2 sets of everything, toothbrush, facial cleanser, hair care etc. One day about 2 months ago my facial cleanser was running low so I decided to use whatever available in the bathroom in AS. I tried this one small green soap and became fond of it. To cut it short, I ended up using it whenever I was in AS for at least once a day during weekend. Though, I have never once asked the people in the house regarding detail of the said soap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Until recently the soap is not there anymore so I used mine again. Last sunday I noticed a familiar soap still wrapped in packaging on the cabinet and guess what I found..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wulhmbMlGtI/Tmechl6cbBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K9jMkkQzKxw/s1600/46dl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wulhmbMlGtI/Tmechl6cbBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K9jMkkQzKxw/s320/46dl.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read the description..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPNU8MZGuVw/TmeciINcCdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VX1aJKn2iWQ/s1600/xsxyi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPNU8MZGuVw/TmeciINcCdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VX1aJKn2iWQ/s320/xsxyi.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh, maksudnya selama ni aku cuci muka guna benda alah ni?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Uwaaa rasa sangat teraniaya, malas la nak tanya sapa yang pakai kan, kira salah sendiri la pakai harta orang tak tanya pulak tuh! No wonder my face is getting chubbier by the day, sangat berkesan sabun nih HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrQULWUqujE/TmefJ9zQwGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gtDN0hXdlsM/s1600/Picture+1071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrQULWUqujE/TmefJ9zQwGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gtDN0hXdlsM/s320/Picture+1071.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penuh bulat muka I, you!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2343082138992563918?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2343082138992563918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2343082138992563918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2343082138992563918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2343082138992563918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/sabun-hebat.html' title='~ Sabun Hebat ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wulhmbMlGtI/Tmechl6cbBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K9jMkkQzKxw/s72-c/46dl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-614207890102280864</id><published>2011-09-04T03:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:14:33.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Aidil Fitri 2011 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is going to be a short entry, I'm quite busy at the moment.. My hari raya was  so-so because I didn't entitled for any cuti raya, in total I had  already took 7 days off in August just &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;for Ammar. That was my 1st experience working on  raya eve and it sucked a big time!&lt;/span&gt; I also went to work on 4th day of raya (Friday) and because of that our raya visiting schedule was so packed and tired ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sZUWooi05U/TmeQ9zrgu4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/X-yrp6RlWTA/s1600/288708_10150353311445132_517555131_10327421_7378725_o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sZUWooi05U/TmeQ9zrgu4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/X-yrp6RlWTA/s320/288708_10150353311445132_517555131_10327421_7378725_o.JPG" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 days before raya - siblings having fun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGqTVYC2Th8/TmeQ-qc34mI/AAAAAAAAAJE/k5_XeW1sKxs/s1600/fc6a02b7d5cd4814a8412743f21849b2_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGqTVYC2Th8/TmeQ-qc34mI/AAAAAAAAAJE/k5_XeW1sKxs/s320/fc6a02b7d5cd4814a8412743f21849b2_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giliran 2011 - a night before and raya morning in Aloq Staq&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4pEkGi-sKU/TmeN8_yu_8I/AAAAAAAAAII/ghYWFU_5Y-Y/s1600/Pic+653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4pEkGi-sKU/TmeN8_yu_8I/AAAAAAAAAII/ghYWFU_5Y-Y/s320/Pic+653.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ammar dah dapat duit raya dari tok wan chien!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug77m_k9Y4A/TmeONf09puI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2wvKXNIMP78/s1600/Pic+736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug77m_k9Y4A/TmeONf09puI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2wvKXNIMP78/s320/Pic+736.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inlaws, nak ke baling - fahmi dah jadik Dr Rozmey kot!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7pR8K7P1Iw/TmeOnfDNVbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZOEo9BvE6P4/s1600/Pic+826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7pR8K7P1Iw/TmeOnfDNVbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZOEo9BvE6P4/s320/Pic+826.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annual family portrait..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMKbwOOmYg4/TmeO3oZmGaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-enKLjRwLK8/s1600/Pic+888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMKbwOOmYg4/TmeO3oZmGaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-enKLjRwLK8/s320/Pic+888.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantik? Penat I belajaq from youtube vids / bloggers okeh!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6-Hc18d-PI/TmePEclXvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9hWf0d_S6Q8/s1600/Pic+906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6-Hc18d-PI/TmePEclXvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9hWf0d_S6Q8/s320/Pic+906.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crazy parents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19oBgpqTFcg/TmeQ_d9lW-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/OUIeG9HH9Nc/s1600/87018140e37b409ca9e7d8e3c713b83f_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19oBgpqTFcg/TmeQ_d9lW-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/OUIeG9HH9Nc/s320/87018140e37b409ca9e7d8e3c713b83f_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Petang raya dah di SP continue visiting my family and relatives&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPAAuXkp8Sk/TmePPgNDNNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iX-BpwDCLKY/s1600/IMG_1630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPAAuXkp8Sk/TmePPgNDNNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iX-BpwDCLKY/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd Day - with my family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rL5fVfrAFhM/TmePcGcETUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jKPQhzC1B0k/s1600/Pic+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rL5fVfrAFhM/TmePcGcETUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jKPQhzC1B0k/s320/Pic+005.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hyper!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZFrofde0bM/TmePowgJMbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VJ2hE3REujM/s1600/Pic+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZFrofde0bM/TmePowgJMbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VJ2hE3REujM/s320/Pic+014.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd day - merdeka raya by anak merdeka &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4E82bvIlhug/TmeP3P6M7UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1DSZ73h1C4M/s1600/Pic+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4E82bvIlhug/TmeP3P6M7UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1DSZ73h1C4M/s320/Pic+029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ammar with mama and umi su in Balik Pulau&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtEdEDfIS6g/TmeQEfJYqbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F70kYGmu-mE/s1600/Pic+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtEdEDfIS6g/TmeQEfJYqbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F70kYGmu-mE/s320/Pic+042.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kempiskan perut!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8s3v_3HrXR8/TmeQS9BJQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-dolr1nWHLI/s1600/Pic+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8s3v_3HrXR8/TmeQS9BJQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-dolr1nWHLI/s320/Pic+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is great!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc0jsKOTMJo/TmeQgPajL-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZWZpyPlETQQ/s1600/Pic+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc0jsKOTMJo/TmeQgPajL-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZWZpyPlETQQ/s320/Pic+096.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beraya di QB&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BE77CG0cJn8/TmeQroRMFmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wylqbImMkTA/s1600/Pic+097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BE77CG0cJn8/TmeQroRMFmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wylqbImMkTA/s320/Pic+097.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, can't resist to spend my duit raya :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_yzuRj_TE/TmeQ7K2YKxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/h_HjR3ofB1I/s1600/Pic+141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_yzuRj_TE/TmeQ7K2YKxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/h_HjR3ofB1I/s320/Pic+141.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd day - ikut hubby pi kenduri kawan.. I hate this inner &amp;amp; shawl, didn't have much time to change into something nicer since we were too late..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From Zul, Eclass &amp;amp; Ammar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;P/s: more pictures are on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.156436355131.158279.517555131&amp;amp;l=b54ff028ad&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;my facebook album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-614207890102280864?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/614207890102280864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=614207890102280864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/614207890102280864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/614207890102280864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/aidil-fitri-2011.html' title='~ Aidil Fitri 2011 ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sZUWooi05U/TmeQ9zrgu4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/X-yrp6RlWTA/s72-c/288708_10150353311445132_517555131_10327421_7378725_o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-1838003518279742952</id><published>2011-09-03T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:43:18.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Raya Shopping ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Due to my family health issues during Ramadhan I was not really into raya preparation. It was until the last week that made me realize I need to do something about it before it was too late. I checked into Ammar's closet to get a clear picture what he needed for raya and I found this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKRZMUduRYU/TmOI7YucVNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y_C_tjPWBmI/s320/l6lybj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know I keep buying him new clothes and keep it for future use but I never realized they were too many for him at the moment. I just stashed everything into the drawer and now I know they are also some shirts &amp;amp; Ts that he even wear once, I guess I don't need to buy anything for him. NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I forced Ammar to try every piece of the cloth in the picture and unfortunately some of them are in size 18-24mos @ 18 mos and still look big on him. I was hoping the Ralph Lauren polo would fit him nicely since it's the most expensive one and suitable for raya la, but I guess I need to wait another 1/2 year.. Mind you Ammar is still wearing size 12-18mos @ 12mos even though his age is already 21 months, imagine how petite he is! For the shoes only Timberland boot fits him, neither sneaker nor sandal can be used for the moment at least until next year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As for me, no new casual attires needed because I got some new ones bought during my blouse hunting for dinner last July. So for our raya shopping in Queensbay I only bought myself 2 pairs of Vincci sandal, a Nose flat and a Nose tote bag while hubby got 4 pairs of Padini Ts. Everything was at 50% - 70% discounted price buat apa membazir kan! Ammar got 2 pairs of Miki Ts, hmmm.. no comment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I also bought something for my parents, parents in law and my sister in law sebab dapat bonus kan.. I should be fair and square.. That was my raya shopping! NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On the next several days I went to Jusco during lunch time to buy something for saudara susuan Ammar, Adib and Adam. Since they are saudara susuan, why not buy something identical? So Ammar got another 2 new Ts, and another pair of baju melayu &amp;lt;-- a good bargain, it's RM22.50 after 50% discount, gila kan! Okay, this is really final, that was my raya shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entry for raya coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-1838003518279742952?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1838003518279742952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=1838003518279742952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1838003518279742952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1838003518279742952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/due-to-my-family-health-issues-during.html' title='~ Raya Shopping ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKRZMUduRYU/TmOI7YucVNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y_C_tjPWBmI/s72-c/l6lybj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7620697480745759632</id><published>2011-09-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:58:16.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Big Hole In Our Pockets ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Zul and I have 2 external HD, one was the old one and another is quite new. The old one, Seagate 160GB was kaput it has no light blinking and no sound at all.. I was so disappointed because Ammar's picture collections since the day he was born were saved on that disk and we didn't have any backup, our PC had also been reformatted due to virus attack &amp;lt;-- blamed it on hubby since he is the one who using it daily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We sent the external HD to 2 computer shops, both tried using new cable and they said nothing can be done and &amp;nbsp;no data can be recovered. Refused to loose the precious data, I googled everything on the net about data recovery and and found several company who offered the service. I chose the most reliable one based on customer testimonials, company profile, news update and blog and also their profile and sent an online quotation by giving details of my HD problem. The service was good, I received a call on the next morning giving me some explanation and they quoted me at RM750 !! Yes, that expensive! Believe me reformatting HD or repairing computer's hardware is a far cry from what a data recovery means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After several days of discussion with hubby we decided to courier our external HD to the company which in KL for preliminary inspection. I didn't have much time to send quotation to several other company to compare prices since Ammar was admitted to hospital. In our mind, we really wanted the data to be recovered regardless how much we need to pay (still.. RM750 is a big amount of money). Several days later we got good news, the data can be 95% recovered so we gave them permission to proceed and made payment. We got the recovered data couriered in a brand new external HD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I did some google a week later and found some data recovery companies in Penang which quite reliable and the prices start as low at RM500, don't know in my case should it be less than RM750 or not but I have no regret. The important part is I already have everything back including Ammar 1st picture. I'm gonna need some time to go through all folders to choose which one to be printed as precaution that the same thing will happen in future. Lesson learned! Rasa macam CSI pulak using this data recovery company services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3hXJzyrGtg/TmNwr7KN8TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AReW9THGs1c/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3hXJzyrGtg/TmNwr7KN8TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AReW9THGs1c/s320/untitled.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Huhu.. I still can't believe we both paid for this! I could buy another Coach handbag with this amount of money :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why data recovery is so expensive? Here are some info that I got while I did some research..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datarecovery-malaysia.com.my/kb_cost_recovery.html"&gt;ADRC&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- No, I didn't send mine here, just surfing for info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datadoctors.com/help/columns/21730-Why-Data-Recovery-is-expensive-/"&gt;Data Doctors&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Not this one too..&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/985874212119399997-7620697480745759632?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7620697480745759632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7620697480745759632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7620697480745759632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7620697480745759632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-hole-in-our-pockets.html' title='~ A Big Hole In Our Pockets ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3hXJzyrGtg/TmNwr7KN8TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AReW9THGs1c/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4759198457196738795</id><published>2011-09-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:57:41.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Ramadhan in hospital ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ammar admitted to Metro again, last year was in Syawal but this time around in Ramadhan. Hubby admitted in the afternoon of 8th August followed by Ammar at midnight due to high fever. It was really tough for me to take care both of them, lucky enough the nurses managed to transfer Ammar into the same 2-beds room with his babah. Hubby was discharged after 2 nights but Ammar had to wait another 5 nights. Since that was the 2nd time experience, we didn't panic plus the room was quite comfortable!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sahur was bad, everything turned to be cold as ice because hubby bought the food at midnight and we couldn't reheat. Berbuka was so-so for the fact I couldn't feast my eyes at Bazaar everyday.&amp;nbsp;First and foremost, I thank Allah for giving me strength and exception not to fall really ill in order to take care of everyone.&amp;nbsp;I thank him too that everyone is recovering well including my parents &amp;amp; in-laws whom also got infected by the virus right after visiting the patients. Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtjYcXvp3_k/TmM2AMCHJmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sSoXWeWMn68/s1600/Pic+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtjYcXvp3_k/TmM2AMCHJmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sSoXWeWMn68/s320/Pic+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The patients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLIDskEkQiY/TmM2XhjIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6DjXlK1Gwyw/s1600/Pic+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLIDskEkQiY/TmM2XhjIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6DjXlK1Gwyw/s320/Pic+017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Family affair in ward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LglxbFTLUAM/TmM2NsLhgyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7lydxc0c0Eo/s1600/Pic+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LglxbFTLUAM/TmM2NsLhgyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7lydxc0c0Eo/s320/Pic+013.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kesian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbmf9ka_8YI/TmM2haRbC-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cvWeM01qyw0/s1600/Pic+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbmf9ka_8YI/TmM2haRbC-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cvWeM01qyw0/s320/Pic+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mama pun tak puasa sebab nak makan ubat elak sakit melarat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0zTZMXeIAI/TmM2jjQNUdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ADOUIw__Pqk/s1600/Pic+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0zTZMXeIAI/TmM2jjQNUdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ADOUIw__Pqk/s320/Pic+035.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tak cukup sebelah, tukar pulak tangan lain sebab swollen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjkVrtd9cWI/TmM2irhRA6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/85-8DNs88mM/s1600/Pic+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjkVrtd9cWI/TmM2irhRA6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/85-8DNs88mM/s320/Pic+026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally discharged but still staying in hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50jVuCbBx4Q/TmM2udiYq3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/rD_rmX_qTbE/s1600/Pic+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50jVuCbBx4Q/TmM2udiYq3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/rD_rmX_qTbE/s320/Pic+036.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jV1zP4JVGw/TmM1yjuoBvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3km8VkAgyMk/s1600/Pic+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jV1zP4JVGw/TmM1yjuoBvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3km8VkAgyMk/s320/Pic+044.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last day, Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa6d9b1c3ffa11dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa6d9b1c3ffa11dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448603%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D208D4828FDCDC7FAB1171BB2B1B950EB9B576E04.E591213FFAF6B96E28FC0CFB8D8588BCB06C0BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa6d9b1c3ffa11dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW_g9N3nMJ9xZi1IbaoQpAyB8G8Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa6d9b1c3ffa11dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448603%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D208D4828FDCDC7FAB1171BB2B1B950EB9B576E04.E591213FFAF6B96E28FC0CFB8D8588BCB06C0BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa6d9b1c3ffa11dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW_g9N3nMJ9xZi1IbaoQpAyB8G8Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4759198457196738795?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4759198457196738795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4759198457196738795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4759198457196738795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4759198457196738795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/ramadhan-in-hospital.html' title='~ Ramadhan in hospital ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtjYcXvp3_k/TmM2AMCHJmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sSoXWeWMn68/s72-c/Pic+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-8524389404373312917</id><published>2011-08-29T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:56:01.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Hello ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="75" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2125/2125136iupkea34fe.gif" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;August is a hectic month and somehow full of challenges.. I'm going to update in stages whatever happened in this month hopefully by tomorrow. It's too late for me to even write this short update.. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-8524389404373312917?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8524389404373312917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=8524389404373312917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8524389404373312917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8524389404373312917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/august-was-hectic-month-and-somehow.html' title='~ Hello ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7300532932584622352</id><published>2011-08-28T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:54:59.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 2 Events In A Day ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not an important person in office, I say that because I rarely involve as a committee member in any of the events conducted. Lucky me and I prefer it that way in order for me to concentrate with my daily job as an assessor so I can leave office on time to be with family. This time around luck was not with me, I was on the registration committee both for Family Day and Malam Hasil and it was quite hectic because I could only finalize everything once attendance list was confirmed which meant on the D-Day itself. Anyhow all ended well. Not so many pictures were taken since I was mostly at the registration table and chasing Ammar everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiERAMnE75s/TmMWtGlIcKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/knT4-dSqtBI/s1600/205964_10150328025410132_517555131_10051523_7523951_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiERAMnE75s/TmMWtGlIcKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/knT4-dSqtBI/s320/205964_10150328025410132_517555131_10051523_7523951_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At the registration table since 7.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MnynWGS2jk/TmMWgTNAP6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/XexbQMbV_XY/s1600/23.07.11+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MnynWGS2jk/TmMWgTNAP6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/XexbQMbV_XY/s320/23.07.11+027.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ammar - anak terbiar hari tuh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8P2Bx54a8A/TmMWyI2HcrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BpUcoXwJ7_c/s1600/282470_10150328026690132_517555131_10051554_8330363_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8P2Bx54a8A/TmMWyI2HcrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BpUcoXwJ7_c/s320/282470_10150328026690132_517555131_10051554_8330363_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The mess after the launching but a good scene for posers like us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRO0Z5WbOxw/TmMWuFNxs0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eujMvUe8Z_A/s1600/270094_10150328029040132_517555131_10051615_391616_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRO0Z5WbOxw/TmMWuFNxs0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eujMvUe8Z_A/s320/270094_10150328029040132_517555131_10051615_391616_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Managed to join Sukaneka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sv9liqg6Gw0/TmMWsBKypqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fXlVp2zyDJk/s1600/23.07.11+188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sv9liqg6Gw0/TmMWsBKypqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fXlVp2zyDJk/s320/23.07.11+188.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My responsibility to my son even when busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUUNo5bZMLE/TmMWxZxwpQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LME6XjoSmVg/s1600/282401_10150328117195132_517555131_10053166_6593332_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUUNo5bZMLE/TmMWxZxwpQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LME6XjoSmVg/s320/282401_10150328117195132_517555131_10053166_6593332_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At our table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr5koJm3CH8/TmMWu4n1jPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sDcJ0wSzvfs/s1600/285286_10150328117545132_517555131_10053170_771902_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr5koJm3CH8/TmMWu4n1jPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sDcJ0wSzvfs/s320/285286_10150328117545132_517555131_10053170_771902_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Arrival shot - not following the theme exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUUNo5bZMLE/TmMWxZxwpQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LME6XjoSmVg/s1600/282401_10150328117195132_517555131_10053166_6593332_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-MzjGbTF84/TmMWwF3pt5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oOxT00Ij9mU/s1600/267329_10150328116670132_517555131_10053159_641038_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-MzjGbTF84/TmMWwF3pt5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oOxT00Ij9mU/s320/267329_10150328116670132_517555131_10053159_641038_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A solo shot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr78mdYqdm8/TmMWvXPBTEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GkClslibbWk/s1600/185256_10150328117770132_517555131_10053174_625889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr78mdYqdm8/TmMWvXPBTEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GkClslibbWk/s320/185256_10150328117770132_517555131_10053174_625889_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mother and son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHuOWn9SWzk/TmMWws1ZH_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wzSQjsox50A/s1600/282100_10150328115705132_517555131_10053141_6832372_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHuOWn9SWzk/TmMWws1ZH_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wzSQjsox50A/s320/282100_10150328115705132_517555131_10053141_6832372_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Note: By the way these 2 events happened on 23rd July 2011&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/985874212119399997-7300532932584622352?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7300532932584622352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7300532932584622352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7300532932584622352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7300532932584622352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-important-person-in-office-i-say.html' title='~ 2 Events In A Day ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiERAMnE75s/TmMWtGlIcKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/knT4-dSqtBI/s72-c/205964_10150328025410132_517555131_10051523_7523951_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-1606924894346677570</id><published>2011-07-08T05:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:27:33.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Angkara Pediasure ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1845/1845085xb082k2lzx.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I had an emotional breakdown last couple of weeks which led me to my biggest fear, low supply of milk. Hubby and I brought Ammar to a pediatric appointment to follow up his low iron condition cum monthly visit. Ammar is doing okay with his iron ntake but on the other hand the doctor was quite worried about Ammar's growth due to his almost static weight gain for the past several months plus his low appetite and being a picky eater. I told him Ammar is still a fully breastfed toddler but the doctor asked me back, "Are you sure your milk is enough for him? He is growing fast and surely it is not enough for him, I suggest you give him Pediasure and you won't be worried about what other nutrients that he needs. I give you some samples and you can try them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They were just simple sentences but I was holding back tears in front of the doctor. Yes I was taken aback by the statement, clearly he is not a pro breastfeeding pediatrician but what surprised me more was &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;. To be honest, deep down inside I had to admit that I thought he was right. I have been having several episodes of seriously low supply of milk during the past several months especially after Ammar turned one and during my menses. Still, I could provide him enough with day-to-day fresh EBM even without being able to stock up my frozen EBM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was so down but after a long discussion with hubby we agreed to give Pediasure a try, 1-2 bottles during the day after he finish 3 bottles of EBM. On the next day, I left Ammar with only 3 bottles and hoped that he would try Pediasure later in the late afternoon. Surprisingly Ammar was doing fine with only 3 bottles of EBM and rejected Pediasure while I struggled to pump at office with no letdown reflex. I got a total 6 oz (usually I will bring back home 10-12oz) from my 3-4 pumping sessions and the problem continues for several days. There were times when I just got only drops of milk per session, the worst record in 19 months! This formula milk has been haunting me and led to pressure, hence, giving me trouble to express milk as usual. See? How milk production is really affected by mindset! Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom tried giving Ammar Pediasure for several days but he completely rejected the milk (we tried Anmum too but to no avail) and because of that he starting to eat more. Bravo son! Cut the story short, we stopped trying and Ammar is now okay with 3 bottles of EBM. I notice his appetite is getting better, Alhamdullilah. In some sort of way I believe God answered my prayer to prolong this breastfeeding journey that I have been on. I don't want to put high hope but I aim to reach 20th month, if succeeded then continue to 21st month and so on and on until I successfully breasfeed him for 2 years. InsyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Note to myself: I always equip myself with a lot of reading regarding breastfeeding yet I was so naive to be sucked into this 'breast milk is not enough' myth. I know a toddler's diet shouldn't be full on milk but majorly consist of solid food but I still think my breast milk is the reason Ammar is not gaining enough weight. I also know that a breastfed toddler's growth chart is totally different from a normal toddler who is formula fed, I know almost everything and I've read tonnes of articles before but sadly I panicked by just the simplest comments from someone who does not really support breastfeeding (something common that I should expect in this journey). I should have known better, trust my gut and trust my knowledge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Note to others: Negative comments / statements clearly had shaken my confidence in breastfeeding. Speaking from me who is already breastfeeding for 19 months, I'm sure these negative comments can crush all hope and confidence in new mommies who wished to fully breastfeed their babies. So peeps, please equip yourselves with info as much as you can, knowledge can do wonder and will help you a lot! The least you can do is read all info from the lactation experts such as &lt;a href="http://www.diyaluna.com/diary/"&gt;Pn. Suraya&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sarakids.com/blog/"&gt;Pn Farah&lt;/a&gt;. Good luck in your breastfeeding journey! For me, I know I have the best and the worst experiences so far but I still have 5 more months to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Footnote to those who doesn't know: EBM is expressed breast milk &amp;lt;-- susu perah la tu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-1606924894346677570?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1606924894346677570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=1606924894346677570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1606924894346677570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1606924894346677570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/07/angkara-pediasure.html' title='~ Angkara Pediasure ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4319982785567965113</id><published>2011-06-25T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:51:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 3D2N Vacation ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I almost forgot to update about our family vacation in Cameron last 2 weeks. It was almost a last minute decision but we loved it, the much needed rest and fun for the family. Furthermore, Nora Elena fever was still high during that time so there is nothing wrong if we opted for the romantic getaway, right? Cold = Romantic, get it?! Owh, by the way it was our 3rd trip to Cameron and since we loves it so much, it might be considered as our future annual trip! Nothing much to say, here are some photos during our vacation on the high land..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vw3BcWZEi8/TgWzT_91WzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fi0aUhTvyt8/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vw3BcWZEi8/TgWzT_91WzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fi0aUhTvyt8/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tea Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji9M9DlHwKY/TgWzi6QkB-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-T-3jLZ9CYk/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji9M9DlHwKY/TgWzi6QkB-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-T-3jLZ9CYk/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hotel Lobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dg3twrBXPE/TgWzyomsj1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fzW1H17cVMo/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dg3twrBXPE/TgWzyomsj1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fzW1H17cVMo/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I still think Century Pines is better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUHS3grVSSc/TgW0CYdUg0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KL06iW2sjEg/s1600/DSC_0337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUHS3grVSSc/TgW0CYdUg0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KL06iW2sjEg/s320/DSC_0337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tea Plantation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbmo4PUfdeU/TgW0Re4aHqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wz_0YfCAjh8/s1600/DSC_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbmo4PUfdeU/TgW0Re4aHqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wz_0YfCAjh8/s320/DSC_0444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mother and son..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ERLuRYsW6E/TgW0icArnUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1u_lesiSXKk/s1600/DSC_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ERLuRYsW6E/TgW0icArnUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1u_lesiSXKk/s320/DSC_0584.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chillax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QSSQBc18Is/TgW1b_3iVhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZiUW52bYK_w/s1600/DSC_0725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QSSQBc18Is/TgW1b_3iVhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZiUW52bYK_w/s320/DSC_0725.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7IoMpYvJQo/TgW2Nb0UvKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h7hi1RL3pK0/s1600/DSC_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7IoMpYvJQo/TgW2Nb0UvKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h7hi1RL3pK0/s320/DSC_0833.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Freezing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcEx1eCwE5M/TgW2ou-OsOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iJGO7P5fqYc/s1600/DSC_1070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcEx1eCwE5M/TgW2ou-OsOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iJGO7P5fqYc/s320/DSC_1070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVaLYxhK75I/TgW3c9DuogI/AAAAAAAAAGk/E-JykVSWR9c/s1600/DSC_1086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVaLYxhK75I/TgW3c9DuogI/AAAAAAAAAGk/E-JykVSWR9c/s320/DSC_1086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nora Elena fever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYmiXjMcOSM/TgW3qh1ihEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SBVTzmShtR0/s1600/DSC_1092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYmiXjMcOSM/TgW3qh1ihEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SBVTzmShtR0/s320/DSC_1092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4319982785567965113?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4319982785567965113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4319982785567965113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4319982785567965113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4319982785567965113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-vacation.html' title='~ 3D2N Vacation ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vw3BcWZEi8/TgWzT_91WzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fi0aUhTvyt8/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-198228908938658323</id><published>2011-06-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:02:33.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ An Irrestible Disease ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nora Elena has ended with a bang! I was much affected by the series so did another 2.7 millions viewers &amp;lt;-- rating on the last episode. It was a happy ending yet I found the last romantic scene crammed to the last minutes. I would be happier if there were more romantic scenes towards the end. I'm gonna miss Seth the most.. sob.. sob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHE-bKxqVTM/TfyujzHd6QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WMXjPDwDlwg/s1600/st-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHE-bKxqVTM/TfyujzHd6QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WMXjPDwDlwg/s320/st-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lelaki yang meruntun jiwaku.. chewahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Refused to be recovered from Nora Elena fever, I decided to start reading Kasih Yang Suci that I got last week. In my opinion the story line on TV is much better but Seth and Nora's characters in the book are the best. If our country allows 18SX on tv, I will drool over the hot scenes adapted from the book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I realized my big crush is not only on Seth but also for Aaron Aziz. So I went to watch KL Ganster and it was superb! I admit he is a very good actor, so I'm gonna watch Stanza Cinta every Sunday night starting tomorrow. I definitely will watch his upcoming movie, Ombak Rindu &amp;lt;-- a true confession &amp;nbsp;from a person who has skepticism about malay dramas / movies.. Ohhhh Aaron, you are so handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-vEte1JWvY/Tfyxwjs3EOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GkSAeDMNB10/s1600/241156_159185377481828_159183310815368_355795_8138568_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-vEte1JWvY/Tfyxwjs3EOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GkSAeDMNB10/s320/241156_159185377481828_159183310815368_355795_8138568_o.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Macam best kan?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, I'm still hype that one of my tweets (@EclassRahman) about Nora Elena has been quoted into an &lt;a href="http://www.gua.com.my/hiburan/berita-hangat/New_Untitled_Article_1308212959.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; by GUA. It's not a big deal but as a fan of the drama &amp;nbsp;/ Aaron I feel very appreciated that my obsession is being noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In a conclusion, Nora Elena is a disease and Aaron Aziz is the virus! It's the first time in my life I feel happy to be infected and caught by this disease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/985874212119399997-198228908938658323?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/198228908938658323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=198228908938658323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/198228908938658323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/198228908938658323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/06/irrestible-disease.html' title='~ An Irrestible Disease ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHE-bKxqVTM/TfyujzHd6QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WMXjPDwDlwg/s72-c/st-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2032676950420896123</id><published>2011-06-05T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:38:01.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Seth Tan: Suami Idaman ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uW6oWS9n9IE/TeuiMgCvvuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1yNzuqpaprg/s1600/drama+nora+elena+tv3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uW6oWS9n9IE/TeuiMgCvvuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1yNzuqpaprg/s320/drama+nora+elena+tv3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ada ke lelaki macam Seth Tan? Berapa ramai? Suami korang ada sebijik macam Seth Tan? Sadly, kompem jawapan korang untuk suma soklan tu 'tak pun' or paling kurang 'ada la jugak skit-skit'. Best kan cita Nora Elena ni asyik buat kita terbuai dengan rasa cinta seorang suami terhadap sang isteri.Tambah pulak dengan ayat-ayat romantik yang buat kita sendiri tersengih sorang-sorang depan tv, awwwwwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sejujurnya la mesti suma orang nak suami macam Seth Tan tu kan, aku pun sendri nak. Dah berkali-kali dah aku cakap kat Inchek Zul macam ni, "abi, nanti abi buat la suprise macam Seth buat tu kat kita" or "abi selalu kena sabar ngan kita macam Seth sabar ngn Nora" dan yang pasti jawapan dia buat aku rasa awat la aku bukan Nora Elena, huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jadi untuk kembali ke alam realiti aku pun mengimbas balik kenangan lama ngan Inchek Zul, not bad la. Ada ja suprise yang dia buat tapi mostly masa zaman bercintan cintun, bertunang and mula kawen, lepas kawen sumanya straight forward, nak apa bagitau dia kang dia bagi apa-apa yang suprise aku tak suka plak kan. Tapi paling bermakna buat aku jadi masa around birthday aku tahun lepas berkaitan ngn gambar nih:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJkgLRD5Z90/TeueBcr5hwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PzeZ7hoC4go/s1600/54135_479837150131_517555131_7477474_3034064_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJkgLRD5Z90/TeueBcr5hwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PzeZ7hoC4go/s320/54135_479837150131_517555131_7477474_3034064_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mother and son..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aku suka sangat moment yang dia capture dalam gambar ni so aku bagitau dia gambar ni mengimbau kenangan lama aku dok ngn mama atas buaian ni and aku rasa bersyukur sebab sekarang aku masih dok ngan mama atas buaian ni, mama plak dah merasa dok ngn cucu dia and aku plak dah dok ngan ammar sebagai ibu dan anak. Betapa buaian ni menyaksikan life cycle family kami. Tetiba satu malam tu aku masuk bilik tengok ada satu replika kecik buaian kaler putih atas meja, rupanya hubby yang beli sebagai simbolik buaian kat depan umah tu, laju je ayaq mata kluar sebab terharu kan. Ha, so sapa kata suami aku tak macam Seth Tan?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sebenarnya suma suami kita macam Seth tau, cuba dok diam-diam pejam mata and try ingat balik suma yang depa dah buat mesti jumpa punya yg ala2 Seth buat kat Nora! Nak suruh jadi sebijik macam Seth tak dapat la nak nolong, perabih duit ja beli bunga sebonet baik belanja makan or beli ipad2 ke kat kita kan! Aku sendri pun bleh membebel kalo tetiba dia beli sebonet bunga kat aku, mau dari suprise dah jadi tensen plak, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apa-apa pun, jom la kita sambung tengok Nora Elena petang isnin ni, sesekali terbuai ngan cinta fantasi or separa fantasi ni tak salah, tengok pulak dengan hubby kat tepi kan, bahagia apa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: saya berjaya memujuk Inchek Zul ke Cameron 8-10 june ni, kita tengok la nanti kot dia sendri nak tiru Seth, kot la kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2032676950420896123?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2032676950420896123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2032676950420896123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2032676950420896123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2032676950420896123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/06/seth-tan-suami-idaman.html' title='~ Seth Tan: Suami Idaman ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uW6oWS9n9IE/TeuiMgCvvuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1yNzuqpaprg/s72-c/drama+nora+elena+tv3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2130750361043981427</id><published>2011-05-29T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T03:45:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Triple Celebrations ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May has its own significance to our family because of the triple celebrations during this month. There were Mother's Day (8th May) for me, Teacher's Day (16th) for hubby and the 3rd Anniversary (17th May) for both of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I took a day off on Monday so I got my weekend extended to Tuesday but since hubby is working in Kedah he had to go to work on Sunday &amp;amp; Monday. Besides, as a teacher he surely wanted to attend his big day at school right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's kind of a tradition for both of us to have a vacation on our special day. We celebrated our 1st anniversary in Kuching, the second one in Cameron Highland, but this time we couldn't go far due to time constraint so we decided to go to Penang and stay at the same hotel during our honeymoon! A revisit to a memory lane but this time with a son in tow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We got our quick getaway and had a blast and feeling grateful for God has given us the opportunity to last this long. We both prays that we will last forever, insyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-pmMjw7zj0/TeFPy76UHJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bw1vZq6ZZX0/s1600/Picture+630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-pmMjw7zj0/TeFPy76UHJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bw1vZq6ZZX0/s320/Picture+630.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sunset..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMvEneHwaeA/TeFP12--DoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4_IoupwYK7U/s1600/Picture+571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMvEneHwaeA/TeFP12--DoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4_IoupwYK7U/s320/Picture+571.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The two boys that I adore so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2130750361043981427?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2130750361043981427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2130750361043981427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2130750361043981427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2130750361043981427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/05/triple-celebrations.html' title='~ Triple Celebrations ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-pmMjw7zj0/TeFPy76UHJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bw1vZq6ZZX0/s72-c/Picture+630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6310583527396863595</id><published>2011-05-22T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:41:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 3rd Anniversaries ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wS_XYKVVT9I/TdgCjzyxhSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3GZl4jv3pTE/s1600/n741842556_1595541_6734159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wS_XYKVVT9I/TdgCjzyxhSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3GZl4jv3pTE/s320/n741842556_1595541_6734159.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love is in the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dearest Hubby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Many say men only like pretty girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet you still choose me to be your lifetime partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some say men will not understand women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet I find you are the only one who knows me best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They say men always show less loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet I can see your love always showing through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;People say men will change after marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet I find you are the same person whom I knew since our first date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy 3rd Anniversaries to both of us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you more everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for sticking up with me for the past 3 years and being a wonderful companion through thick and thin!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know I am not a perfect wife but so grateful that you accept me for who I am. Lets grow old together, muaaaahhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I still love this song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/KeKtB2EhdaE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KeKtB2EhdaE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KeKtB2EhdaE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: Getting older has made me lost touch of my creative side of the brain, do ignore if the poem is not romantic enough :)&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/985874212119399997-6310583527396863595?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6310583527396863595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6310583527396863595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6310583527396863595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6310583527396863595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/05/3rd-anniversaries.html' title='~ 3rd Anniversaries ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wS_XYKVVT9I/TdgCjzyxhSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3GZl4jv3pTE/s72-c/n741842556_1595541_6734159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4513258919888078889</id><published>2011-05-21T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:58:27.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Looonnnggg Weekend ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZjJQcm1WPo/TdfETuKidaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kkHOaBiFnv0/s1600/Carnivall+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZjJQcm1WPo/TdfETuKidaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kkHOaBiFnv0/s320/Carnivall+027.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ammar's 1st swimsuit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Long weekend means more time with family! Hubby and I decided to go to &lt;a href="http://www.home.thecarnivall.com/"&gt;The Carnivall&lt;/a&gt; in order to expose Ammar to his 1st experience with water park and he didn't like it very much. Maybe he was so sleepy it was during his nap time. The place was not really happening and a bit dirty but since it was less than 10 minutes away from home so we gave it a try, definitely a big NO in future. We stayed for about 3 hours mostly not in water but just taking pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzuxBKASTEo/TdfDS9iJi9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hpOIkBK_8-8/s1600/Carnivall+205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzuxBKASTEo/TdfDS9iJi9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hpOIkBK_8-8/s320/Carnivall+205.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He almost fall asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The only interesting part was the trampoline bungee jumping, hubby and I took turn trying it and Ammar frantically cried when he saw me and later hubby jumping on the trampoline! Mesti dia ingat mama / babah nak tinggal dia lompat ke outerspace tak turun dah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I managed to snap some good pictures of hubby doing somersault in the air but he didn't. I only got ugly pictures of me attempting to do somersault but failed. I got the right technique on the last attempt and finally spinning in the air but no picture was taken, damn! It was a good experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvVKPf5uCSg/TdfCMeg08SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LT3LiW0L-mw/s1600/Carnivall+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvVKPf5uCSg/TdfCMeg08SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LT3LiW0L-mw/s320/Carnivall+105.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yippee!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4513258919888078889?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4513258919888078889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4513258919888078889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4513258919888078889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4513258919888078889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/05/looonnnggg-weekend.html' title='~ Looonnnggg Weekend ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZjJQcm1WPo/TdfETuKidaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kkHOaBiFnv0/s72-c/Carnivall+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-9127836623818181357</id><published>2011-05-08T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T03:56:02.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Brain Exercise ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I suck at waking up in the morning because it usually takes a couple of&amp;nbsp;snooze buttons from several alarm clocks to really makes me awake. I have two alarm clocks on my bedside table plus my cellphone alarms (one is the general alarm on iphone and another one is a downloaded application). In total I have 4 alarms to do the job of waking me up daily but the most effective one that does wonder is the &lt;a href="http://www.freakyalarm.com/"&gt;Freaky Alarm&lt;/a&gt;. This is how my morning kicks off (by the way, the two alarms on the table are usually turned off by hubby since he needs to be at work before 7.30 am which is earlier than me):-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGkZnv8JKwE/TcWXJWid6FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B3okGtAe9p0/s1600/Picture+001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGkZnv8JKwE/TcWXJWid6FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B3okGtAe9p0/s320/Picture+001.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When the alarm goes off, I have to select reply.. Even if I select close, the buzz won't stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcjZXDF2eVE/TcWYDx7MJbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CRoJwCkw208/s1600/IMG_1512.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcjZXDF2eVE/TcWYDx7MJbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CRoJwCkw208/s320/IMG_1512.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This screen appears and imagine doing this when you are not fully awake.. Ooh sometimes the request is in ascending order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REvG3c_7ebw/TcWYxRrawhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ll3NIam_uqY/s1600/IMG_1513.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REvG3c_7ebw/TcWYxRrawhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ll3NIam_uqY/s320/IMG_1513.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If I made it in the previous screen this one will appear. It's not easy to tap because these shapes are actually moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuCmL15NPXI/TcWZamUd29I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WsXGG6jWEco/s1600/IMG_1514.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuCmL15NPXI/TcWZamUd29I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WsXGG6jWEco/s320/IMG_1514.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Later I need to do the maths, arghhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRLkoDfUHnM/TcWZgufD6nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vsphO8_mAP0/s1600/IMG_1515.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRLkoDfUHnM/TcWZgufD6nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vsphO8_mAP0/s320/IMG_1515.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maths again, and I don't have calculator with me plus my brain is not fully working..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB98I5cBhHU/TcWZniEJOcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CNw69bEk61Y/s1600/IMG_1517.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB98I5cBhHU/TcWZniEJOcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CNw69bEk61Y/s320/IMG_1517.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Haha, this actually happens to me daily! Need to restart again, annoying right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The flow goes on and on until I answer everything correctly and finally the buzz will be off. I could not memorize the questions since they are never the same. However annoying this is, I have to endure it twice in the morning because I set the alarm to go off at 6.20 am and 6.30 am! I swear to get an iphone with &amp;nbsp;this alarm for Ammar when he starts school, he will be genius in no time doing mathematics using this cheap USD0.99 application!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, this is the demo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iRCjjJ7H47I?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-9127836623818181357?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/9127836623818181357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=9127836623818181357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/9127836623818181357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/9127836623818181357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-suck-at-waking-up-in-morning-because.html' title='~ Brain Exercise ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGkZnv8JKwE/TcWXJWid6FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B3okGtAe9p0/s72-c/Picture+001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3582099768844290102</id><published>2011-05-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:29:31.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Sensitive Issue ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WCEmkk98lo/TcKz6M4M3yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6AW8woRnyBQ/s1600/IMG_1581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WCEmkk98lo/TcKz6M4M3yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6AW8woRnyBQ/s400/IMG_1581.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ready for the stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally the CEO visit happened today and choir was performed after months of training in between busy E-Filing duties and extremely heavy workload. But I still has uneasy feeling about today..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz8kJ4_jGrw/TcK9uqv6q_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mRIg4r5JgtU/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz8kJ4_jGrw/TcK9uqv6q_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mRIg4r5JgtU/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lega.. dah abeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Notice that I wear tudung for this event? I was asked by my superior to wear one so uniformity could be formed. The funny part today was most colleagues (obviously not from choir team) were suprised with my appearance on stage and thought that I have got hidayah to change. At a certain extent, a colleague which I don't really close to came and hug me saying I looked good wearing tudung and wishing I would stay this way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I received lots of compliment and wishes from men and women for the whole day but they kind of made me feel uneasy. They assume I would wear tudung even after today which I don't really planning to, for now. Do they expect me to start wearing tudung based on compliment? Do I need to change because people said I'm prettier wearing ones? Do I need to take this as a hint I should change now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No, I won't because it is not a faith nawaitu to start with. I will change someday but for now I'm not going to be hypocrite because my heart is not 100% on this. When the day finally has come, I pray that I will be a better person and be a good muslimah forever. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfA0t_AB1qM/TcK_v8gAAfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wgoU_ORxKVo/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfA0t_AB1qM/TcK_v8gAAfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wgoU_ORxKVo/s400/IMG_1603.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day, InsyaAllah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Tomorrow morning will be weird, I'm sure will get lots of teguran because I'd appear wearing none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/985874212119399997-3582099768844290102?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3582099768844290102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3582099768844290102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3582099768844290102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3582099768844290102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/05/sensitive-issue.html' title='~ A Sensitive Issue ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WCEmkk98lo/TcKz6M4M3yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6AW8woRnyBQ/s72-c/IMG_1581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7366091681073924535</id><published>2011-05-01T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:29:08.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Restless Mind ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2781/2781434nty1xbwlcy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Things that have been on my mind for the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to achieve my goal to breastfeed Ammar until he turns 2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- My milk production is getting lesser by the day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to be able to leave office at 5pm daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- I have so many works to do, it'll be impossible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to start eating healthily so I can lose some weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Work stress plus emotional meltdown regarding Ammar health issues and breastfeeding problems are not helping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to be a better person and stop thinking bad about other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- We always think people offence us in some ways but we don't realize certain people might also get offended by us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to spend more time with hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- We both are so busy and I miss our weekly movie dates, etc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want Damon to be with Elena..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Yes, this series (both book and tv) affect me BIG time!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-7366091681073924535?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7366091681073924535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7366091681073924535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7366091681073924535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7366091681073924535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-that-have-been-on-my-mind-for.html' title='~ Restless Mind ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2272031649281396582</id><published>2009-12-24T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T04:20:57.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Unexpected ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2578/2578769k04lb5xla2.gif" width="138" border="0" height="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uish lama gila tak update blog sampai dah bertimbun2 debu, sekali update dah ada citer baru. Aku  dah ter'beranak' on last 6th December. Punya la terkejut tak sangka pun nak bersalin aritu tapi kuasa tuhan kan, Ammar pun nak jumpa mama &amp;amp; babah dia awal. Tengahari ahad tuh kebetulan ada appointment kat klinik kesihatan untuk scan perut, so bila dah siap scan doktor cakap baby ok and kemungkinan bleh bersalin ujung bulan. Doktor tanya lagi ada apa2 masalah ka, aku cakap la malam sebelum rasa perut dok mengeras selalu sangat. Doktor terus prepare referral letter to GH, kononnya suh aku pi cek detail kat sana in case ada apa2 problem. Aku ngan hubby singgah Hussain nasi kandar dulu pekena nasi then baru gi hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sampai sana dorang suh refer to wad bersalin, masa tu dok pikir apahal la kena pi situ bukan nak bersalin pun. Sampai sana misi siap suruh bukak barang kemas bagai memang macam nak bersalin padahal bila tanya just nak buat ctg test ja (to check baby's heartbeats &amp;amp; contractions). Dengan selambanya aku seludup masuk henpon and bermesej ngn hubby time menunggu test tu setel. Baring je pun dengan benda alah ctg tu ikat kat perut sambil dengar heartbeat baby yg kuat berbunyi. Tetiba rasa macam dengar heartbeats slowdown and doktor pun dengan pantas cakap nak check 'bawah'. Adoyaiii saket gila kena seluk ngan doktor laki tu, dah le dia badan besar kompem la tangan besar! Doktor tu bagitau dah bukak 2cm and trus dia discuss ngan doktor lain and they decided to cut me open immediately. What?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another doctor explained to me that the baby was in distress and I was actually having contractions with no pain. Since the baby was in head-up position so I had to undergo a C-sect. Masa tu aku dah panik gila, hubby was nowhere to be seen and bila call rupanya dia pi minum Milo, huhu.. Nasib baik sempat jumpa salam, peluk cium sebelum disorong masuk OT. Takmo la cita bab dalam OT tuh, ngeri dan ngilu tapi yang pasti lepas dengar suara Ammar menangis rasa sayu sangat tapi sedih sebab tak boleh tengok dia, dorang dah bawak masuk ventilator and straight to NICU. Kejap je rupanya beranak through C-sect nih tapi lepas bius separuh tu dah abeh seksanya tuhan ja yang tau! Dah la takda sapa yang teman kat wad malam tu because the policy should be a woman below 50. My mom is over 50 and I have no sibling, menangis la aku malam tu sorang2 atas katil tahan sakit.. Ni la downside beranak kat hospital kerajaan, banyak karenah birokrasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya dapat jumpa my parents and hubby again during visiting time, trus kuatkan semangat bangun dari katil (saket!!!) and pergi NICU tengok Ammar. It was love at the 1st sight and seeing him so small sleeping and breathing is the most wonderful moment that I ever have in my life. I would never want to trade those moments with anything else! Another emotional part was to see him so vulnerable and fragile with wires and all.. Isk, takmo cerita la, sampai sekarang kalo ingat pun rasa nak nangis :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun aku bersyukur sebab even bersalin @34 weeks++ tapi semuanya selamat. Walaupun Ammar is a preemie baby tapi berat dia cukup which is 2.65kg at birth and only stayed in ventilator for a short period and he started breathing on his own on the 3rd day of life. Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: more details on next updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2272031649281396582?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2272031649281396582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2272031649281396582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2272031649281396582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2272031649281396582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected.html' title='~ The Unexpected ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4738908599100468428</id><published>2009-11-18T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:03:38.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Finally.. ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1255/1255049pgbbbci2e3.gif" width="128" border="0" height="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm so happy! Finally hubby dah bleh tukar sekolah and pindah ke SP. Walaupun sekolah tu nun jauh kat Yan tapi kami dah bleh stay serumah tetiap hari bukan macam dulu weekend ja jumpa. Tapi saspen gak nak dok serumah ni (even dok ngan my parents), rasa macam pengantin baru plak padahal sebenarnya dah setahun setengah kawen. Bermula la rutin nak iron baju dia, nak prepare makan minum dia yang sebelum ni jarang sangat aku buat. Yela, sebelum ni masing2 dok ngan parents sendiri kan.. Tapi sebenarnya bab masak tu kompem mama buat, yang tu memang aku fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Living cost sama ja tak berubah, dulu hubby berulang dari AS - Bukit Kayu Hitam dalam 45 minit, sekarang berulang dari SP - Yan pun sama gak. Minyak and tol pun dah kira sama la. Aku plak berulang dari SP - BM, 45 minit gak. Jadinya nanti sorang menghala ke selatan sorang lagi ke utara, duit buang atas jalan la jawabnya huhu.. apa nak buat nama pun carik rezeki, janji dok skali and paling penting bleh tengok baby membesar depan mata  tak lama lagi! InsyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4738908599100468428?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4738908599100468428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4738908599100468428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4738908599100468428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4738908599100468428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='~ Finally.. ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-1136787724682627370</id><published>2009-10-16T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:56:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Overrated ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2026/2026454tghnkzgmuy.jpg" width="175" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to watch Papadom with high expectation but came out from the hall 2 hours later with disappointment. I enjoyed the message of the movie but not the whole package of it. I think it was overrated. The comedy scenes were just so-so. After all, it was just a typical malay movie only slightly better than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-1136787724682627370?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1136787724682627370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=1136787724682627370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1136787724682627370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1136787724682627370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-went-to-watch-papadom-with-high.html' title='~ Overrated ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2965221645920766369</id><published>2009-10-09T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:14:51.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Excitement ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/678/678795k2izepkbvx.jpg" width="100" border="0" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It has been a while and everything does change in the past several weeks. Last raya was great especially the food. Since I really got my appetite back, I enjoyed attending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; open houses and finally managed to gain some more kilos! Currently weighs at 56 kilos and in my 26th week, I'm pretty satisfied the numbers are really on track according to the chart given by the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I love to eat at nasi kandar restaurant, not because of the briyani but I crave for my unusual menu of 'nasi putih + kari telur ikan + kerang + kuah campur + susu lembu panas'. I must have them at least 1-2 times a week because they are super duper yummy. Luckily my stomach can really accept milk again, Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm so excited because I've already started buying baby stuff! I've been out to various malls and baby stores since the last two weeks and had spent a lot on buying those cute apparels. I never thought shopping for baby was so much fun, I'd love to do that always! The last time I checked, almost all items on my baby list have been stroked out! The rest is going to be completed by the end of this month and that means more shopping, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a checkup yesterday and everything is good except the baby is still in 'head-up' position but the doctor said he still got plenty of time to turn before the birth. Next check up will be on 19th November which will be on my 32nd week. Meanwhile, I'm going to 'persuade' and slow talk to baby so he can turn his head down as soon as possible since the womb will be smaller for him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2965221645920766369?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2965221645920766369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2965221645920766369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2965221645920766369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2965221645920766369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/10/excitement.html' title='~ The Excitement ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5837753863051926321</id><published>2009-10-05T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:57:39.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Luncai dan Labunya.. ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1938/1938636lavxmg4l33.gif" width="60" border="0" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sedapnya ngata orang kan?! What should I do?! The best way is to shut my ears, close my eyes, recite Alhamdulillah and let it go.. Aku jugak yang dapat pahala. Kenal aku pun tidak sesedap ja mulut nak komen apa bagai. Mungkin hidup korang ni kurang best kot?! Ke masih tak puas hati kes lama?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, I don't have time to dwell into that anymore because I'm too busy with my current life! Terjun la wahai si luncai dengan mat labu sorang tuh ke dalam sungai yer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5837753863051926321?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5837753863051926321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5837753863051926321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5837753863051926321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5837753863051926321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/10/luncai-dan-labunya.html' title='~ Luncai dan Labunya.. ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-387450348793948354</id><published>2009-09-06T09:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:21:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Rough Week ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1523/1523768ghue2ctlye.gif" width="90" border="0" height="90" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sepanjang minggu ni asyik tak sihat ja. Mula2 jangkit selsema + bersin dari aby sejak isnin lepas tapi sebab tak mau makan ubat punya pasal, biar camtu ja. Masuk ja rabu dah tak tahan so aku pi la klinik panel amek MC, jawabnya kena ponteng posa la. Doktor ada bagi ubat low dose untuk orang pregnant cam aku, tapi still tak berani nak makan. Kalo bleh nak elak makan2 ubat time pregnant neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari kamis ada checkup dengan gynae kat private. Punya la excited sbb checkup ngn gomen 2 minggu lepas tak leh tengok baby masa scan (refer last entry). Timbang berat dah turun plak 0.5 kg, so skrg dah jadi 52 kg. Apa nak jadi nih, sebelum pregnant berat 53 tapi skrg dah masuk 21 minggu berat menten kat 52 ja, mcm mana?!! Masa scan baby sihat, tanya gender doktor kata boy tapi tak official. Dah 2 doktor kata boy ni, rasanya btul la kot.. Alhamdulillah.. Doktor pun dah start bagi obimin, harapnya dengan makan obimin + pil kalsium (ganti susu sbb tak leh minum) baby akan sihat memandangkan mak dia ni dok menten kurus ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa sahur pagi jumaat terpaksa gak amek ubat selsema tuh, tak tertahan dah rasanya hingus meleleh. Kesannya mengantuk sepanjang ari plak and aku dah start risau takut effect baby. Malam lepas buka posa ikut aby balik AS sbb dia kena ganti skolah esoknya. Sahur malam tu dah xlalu makan sbb idung dua2 belah tersumbat, naya btul bernafas kot mulut ja. Lepas babai aby pi keja sambung tido tp terjaga plak sbb sesak nafas. Maunya tak, lubang idung dua2 tersumbat. Dengan sabarnya aku tunggu aby balik keja then kui 3 pi klinik. Doktor tu pun macam blur2 ja cek aku, dia bagi ubat tp macam besa aku tak makan. Aku ponteng posa lagi, huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang ari tu mmg dah perasan baby tak gerak. Dok terpikir la sbb makan ubat selsema semalam ke yang buat dia ngantuk gak. Sampai ke malam pun tak gerak gak so panik la aku ngn aby. Last2 aby bawak pi klinik lain plak pi scan (gynae tetap aku kat SP tp dah minggu ni kat AS terpaksa bantai je pegi klinik biasa). Bila nampak heartbeats baby rasa lega sangat, then amek kesempatan tanya doktor baby boy ke girl, dia kata boy jugak. Confirmlah baby boy sbb 3 doktor berbeza dah kata camtuh, Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ari ahad plak bangun pagi ja dah memulas perut. 'Cherry berry' sampai 4-5 kali, rasanya gara2 terlebih minum orange juice tropicana kononnya nak dapat vitamin C untuk legakan selsema. Aduhai, macam2 jenis sakit dah nih. Dugaan pembawakan budak orang kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnin pun sakit perut lagi tp skit2 ja. Petang balik SP tapi perut mmg rasa  tak best. Arini pi keja then tetiba idung berdarah plak.. Uwaaaa.. Apsal selalu sakit ni, takutnya kesihatan aku yg tak berapa elok ni akan effect baby. Harapnya esok dah sihat, InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: panjang entry ni and dalam bm plak tuh, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-387450348793948354?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/387450348793948354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=387450348793948354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/387450348793948354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/387450348793948354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/09/rough-week.html' title='~ A Rough Week ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6363119225796649472</id><published>2009-08-23T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:17:36.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Checkup ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1221/1221415m7r86xrus2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just came back from my monthly checkup at a government clinic with hubby and it was lame as usual. The only interesting part is to hear the baby's heartbeats. The doctor did an ultrasound but didn't bother to turn the screen towards me even when I asked for it. What is the point of doing it if  the parents couldn't feel the excitement of seeing their baby growing up in the womb?! Well, it's a free service after all so no complaint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I asked the doctor about the gender and she said the genital parts look like a boy. Hmmm.. I'll confirm it with my gynae in next couple of weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hubby and I planned to have our baby at a private facility so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm just doing the monthly checkups with general hospital in order to maintain my 'buku merah' (just in case anything will not happen as planned).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only thing that worries me is my weight. After I dropped 3 kgs in the first 4 months into pregnancy, I only manged to gain back 2.5 and now I weigh at only 52.5 which is still quite far behind the expected digits at 54.5 kgs. I need to try hard and eat more for the baby!! But it's already Ramadhan and I'm afraid I'll drop some more. How?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6363119225796649472?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6363119225796649472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6363119225796649472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6363119225796649472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6363119225796649472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/09/checkup.html' title='~ The Checkup ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3363485226543690346</id><published>2009-08-09T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:53:13.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Recovered ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2017/2017069njlssp3dx0.jpg" width="100" border="0" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1781/1781623y6zst6yo1f.png" width="100" border="0" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1722/1722731o04122df1d.png" width="100" border="0" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I almost forgot how much I love to eat. Now that I'm feeling so much better, I crave for everything that comes to mind! For the past 2-3 weeks, I only threw up&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 3-4 times a week but who cares?! Compared to what I had been through the previous months, it's considered nothing.&lt;/span&gt; I'm on the mission to 'ganti puasa', and still has the remaining 3 days to go. Chayok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is my nose is not as sensitive as before and it's such a relief. I start to wear perfume, skincare and make-ups again and I have return to the old bubbly EcLaSs. Families, friends and colleagues are glad to 'have' me back. Oh! I'm driving again, went to Alor Star last week and met in-laws after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P/S: I was half-way through the entry when I decided to stop and drove to Leomag just to get a Blueberry Cheese Waffle (I drool just by looking at the picture above). I ate the whole waffle and drove back home and completed the rest of this entry! Life couldn't be much happier. Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3363485226543690346?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3363485226543690346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3363485226543690346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3363485226543690346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3363485226543690346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/08/recovered.html' title='~ Recovered ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3275635554807914734</id><published>2009-08-02T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:57:10.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The 1st Trimester Experiences ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1330/1330540daf5zwcg9z.gif" width="96" border="0" height="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really want to share some of the experiences I had during the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; 4 months of pregnancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides, they will be my references for my 2nd pregnancy in the next  3-4 years, insyaAllah. Here they are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went for a trip in Kuching during week 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; with hubby on our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary. We couldn’t cancel since everything had been booked a month earlier. It turned out to be the worst trip ever due to nausea &amp;amp; vomiting I had to endure. I didn’t enjoy it and I cried almost all the time because I was so uncomfortable. I hate the trip I don’t even bother to see all the pictures taken there up until now (that’s why not a single picture uploaded on my FB / Friendster). I also forbid myself not to wear the same clothes and shoes I wore in Kuching because the thought of them will make me puke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot smell perfumes and deodorant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made hubby promised not to wear them whenever he is with me. I was also not wearing any of it and stay away from those who wear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot stand the smell of any skincare and make-ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I avoided them on my skin, I practically had bare face all the time and my colleagues said I looked so sick and some even said I didn’t take my morning shower! (Don’t worry, I never fail to have one every morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had problems with my own bathroom. Usually a bathroom will always has a trail of scents whether it is shampoo, soap, shower foam, toothpaste, scrubs etc but they really annoyed me. I always ended up vomiting once I entered the bathroom. I tried various air freshener and replaced the toiletries with some new fragrances but they never solve the problems. At last, I decided to minimize my time in that much dreaded room. Sometimes I brushed my teeth and washed my face at kitchen sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one is funny! At some times, I couldn't smell my own poop. Imagine throwing out while you're pooping, weird right?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave up rice but forced myself to have it 1-2 times a week for energy booster. I also gave up durian and milk, the two things I had no problem to consume before I got pregnant. Furthermore,  I couldn't drink any plain water except anything with color such as  sunquick, milo and sirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot drive because it will make me dizzy. Lucky enough I have a car pool partner. Due to this, I hadn't been to Alor Star for a long time. It was hubby who came to SP every weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every pregnancy is different and I like reading others' stories in the pregnancy forum just to compare with my own ones. Pregnancy does make us, the expectant mothers different and weird, right? But it's worth  once you get to see and hold the baby. And I can't wait for the moment.. Hope both the baby and I will be OK throughout the pregnancy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3275635554807914734?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3275635554807914734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3275635554807914734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3275635554807914734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3275635554807914734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-want-to-share-some-of.html' title='~ The 1st Trimester Experiences ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-8805437883021202512</id><published>2009-08-01T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:54:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Tale Of A Pregnant Lady ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/494/494400zp1oip2wyi.gif" width="150" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a bumpy and never-ending roller coaster ride. Not the one that rushes your adrenaline high enough to give you excitement and energy but the type which leave you sick of puking out all over the places. That’s what I thought for the past 4 months..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always imagined being pregnant is a wonderful experiences, it’s the labor that I fear most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I have the general ideas of a pregnancy; morning sickness, bladder problems and hormonal imbalances etc but I was so sure I could handle them because it is normal by nature, right? Unfortunately when I experience it in hand, the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; 4 months into it was the hardest time. It hit me by storm and totally changed my life 100%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The nausea and vomiting had made me so weak and I stopped taking care of myself, sometimes I forgot to comb my hair. I never cared about my look or whatsoever, instead, all I wanted to do is lie down and sleep so I couldn't feel them. I threw up 2-3 times a day (4-5 times on the worst day) and had trouble eating. Thanks to hubby who kept buying KFC nuggets, yong tau fu, ice cream and iced milo (they seemed the only food I could tolerate). As the result, I managed to prevent further weight loss which I stopped at 3kg on week 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so glad the nausea and vomiting started to abate during week 14&lt;sup&gt;th. &lt;/sup&gt;Even though the queasiness stays for 2-3 days of each week later on, at least I got my life back. Everything starts to look normal again and I try to savor the good feeling as much as I can! I’m hoping for a happy experiences in this 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; trimester and also the next one, insyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;p/s: now at week 16th ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-8805437883021202512?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8805437883021202512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=8805437883021202512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8805437883021202512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8805437883021202512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/08/tale-of-pregnant-lady.html' title='~ A Tale Of A Pregnant Lady ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4308904330709045425</id><published>2009-05-31T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:03:09.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Grumpy Lady ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1157/1157661ldoy2p0dma.jpg" border="0" height="175" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going to have a break from blogging since I'm not feeling good nowadays. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he nausea and vomiting have really took all the comfort and happiness away from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm officially a grumpy lady for the current being and might stay the same for the next couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't have many readers and followers here but I'm happy to  announce my pregnancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's still too early to celebrate (now at week 7++) but I pray to God for everything to be okay throughout this pregnancy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Goodbye for a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4308904330709045425?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4308904330709045425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4308904330709045425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4308904330709045425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4308904330709045425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/grumpy-lady.html' title='~ A Grumpy Lady ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3760196390812190477</id><published>2009-05-09T14:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:44:57.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ How Does A Bag Affect You?! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/480/480599wgfdhrs6bx.gif" border="0" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to Pacific @ Alor Star Mall last weekend and caught my eyes on a gorgeous white handbag. I have been longing for another Guess bag and a white one to complete my handbag varieties (I don't have so many but enough to mix and match with my attires) and the thought of buying this one could be a '2-in-1' package which consists of a white handbag and it's from Guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.. I had a 50-50 thought considering whether to spend a big fortune just for a bag or keep the money for good. In the end I left the mall without buying it because 500 bucks were considered expensive. Besides, If I really wanted the bag I planned to make the purchase at Guess retail outlet for the sake of getting it's signature paper bag (I love collecting paper bags!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of making the decision was I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept telling myself I didn't really need an expensive bag and I could get a cheaper one from Epsrit (found a nice one in white @ Queensbay) for just 150 bucks but my mind said no. Three days later right after work I went straight to Sunway Carnival to get the bag ASAP but sadly the pattern was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next trip to Alor Setar is in another 2 weeks, I couldn't wait any longer so last night hubby and I did the bag hunting in Penang. We didn't find the bag @ Queensbay, then rushed to Gurney Plaza  later to found out luck was also not there. Lastly, we headed to Metrojaya @ Island Plaza on our way back to mainland and I was so happy to finally see the bag displayed on the rack! According to the salesgirl it was the last stock, without further ado I took it to the cashier and hubby offered to pay as our 1st anniversary present (I bought him 2 bottles of Ralph Lauren perfumes in return to make us even!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restless mind of wanting the bag is now over. I'm so happy to own the bag even though its rigid shoulder strap is kinda hurting my shoulder blade (fashion is pain!). I rarely experience the urge to buy something I really want desperately and now I realize how Becky Bloomwood feels every time she does some significant impulsive buying without putting so much thoughts about it (go girl!). Not that I never do the same before but I usually managed to calm down and forget about it (for example, I almost forgot about my dream shoes @ Charles &amp;amp; Keith) but this one was really intense and totally crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Orang pregnant pun tak mengidam beg sampai macam nih kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3760196390812190477?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3760196390812190477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3760196390812190477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3760196390812190477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3760196390812190477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-does-bag-affect-you.html' title='~ How Does A Bag Affect You?! ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2422807207402521568</id><published>2009-05-01T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:35:37.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Mas Kahwin and The Lost Ring ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1752/1752083mmx9d51h45.gif" width="150" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a Malay tradition for a new bride to spend her 'mas kahwin' to buy something pretty out of it (most probably jewelry). To be honest, I spent mine for daily expenses. I felt bad for doing so but I had no choice and before you judge me, I have strong reasons for that. I started my new job in May and that was the month I got married. The wedding preparation was already burning holes in my pocket and to make it worst, the 1st salary was paid 2 months later. I didn't want to burden hubby to pay everything for me so I made the sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After life has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;financially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stable couples of months later, hubby and I were crazy going places and not to forget the multiple trips of shopping spree. At last, I kinda ignored the need to replace the money until recently that I realized our 1st anniversary is just around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's my turn for 'duit kutu' this month so yesterday I dragged hubby to Habib right after work and buy myself a bracelet and an anklet. I feel good for paying off the 'debt' by getting jewelry as a symbolic to my 'mas kahwin'. Even though I'm no more a blushing bride but it's better late than never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, hubby is still sad about the lost of his wedding ring. Yep, he lost his platinum wedding band about 3-4 months after the wedding. Sigh.. It's not his fault though.. It's not our rezeki to keep it, after all marriage longevity does not depend on a ring. I wanted to replace it as a  gift for our 1st anniversary but he refused. He afraid to loose something special again so he prefers silver ring since then. Poor hubby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2422807207402521568?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2422807207402521568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2422807207402521568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2422807207402521568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2422807207402521568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/jewelry-and-lost-ring.html' title='~ The Mas Kahwin and The Lost Ring ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5632742122599677424</id><published>2009-04-30T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:01:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Job ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1391/1391388g4iqvj01e1.jpg" width="116" border="0" height="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life had been busy due to extra long hours I need to endure during the last few days of e-Filing. I kinda like my job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even though it was tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. It gave me a lot of experiences such as meeting with different kinds of people every day and trying to find the best way to handle them. Some are nice but some are not, it depends on the approach I will take in order to make them understand what t&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a conclusion, my interpersonal skill has been incredibly improved! I hope to keep this spirit throughout my entire service with the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5632742122599677424?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5632742122599677424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5632742122599677424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5632742122599677424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5632742122599677424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/job.html' title='~ The Job ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5550653524383351699</id><published>2009-04-28T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:04:20.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ He Heals Me by Indie Arie ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2193/2193737u77ulelmd3.gif" width="78" border="0" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Told him my biggest secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he told me four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He smiled at me and said that makes me love more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And then he made me laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And I knew it was a sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; That he was a man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; That I wanted in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And with every passing day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I feel more and more of that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He knows the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he accepts me, he never hurts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He knows the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he accepts me, he never hurts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I can play him songs, all through the night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he will listen to every line, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And even when I'm wrong, he is still kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He chooses his words wisely when he tells me I'm not right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And yes he is a beautiful man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But he is also a beautiful friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He knows the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he accepts me, he never hurts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He knows the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he accepts me, he never hurts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The moment that we met, he made me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He has so much compassion in his eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I have no idea, how long he'll be here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A season or a lifetime, forever or a year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But for the first time in my life I'm not worried about the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Because we have such a wonderful time when we're together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; However things turn out, it's all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Cause he's already changed my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He knows the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he accepts me, he never hurts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He knows the real me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And he accepts me, he never hurts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He heals me..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;** I heard this ballad song on Ghost Season 2 and and love it since then. Keep playing it hundreds time a day!&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/985874212119399997-5550653524383351699?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5550653524383351699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5550653524383351699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5550653524383351699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5550653524383351699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-heals-me-by-indie-arie.html' title='~ He Heals Me by Indie Arie ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2068708100188634105</id><published>2009-04-26T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:52:30.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Wonderful Weekends ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I planned in previous entry, the Cameron trip has been materialized and it was a blast. Hubby and I enjoyed everything, the hotel room, colorful flowers, cold &amp;amp; windy weather and all places we visited especially the tea farms. The last time I went there was more than 15 years ago, even though hubby was there last November with his family but I couldn't come due to some reasons. The recent trip gave me sweet memories and I have them captured on 700++ pictures! I had tough time choosing which ones should be on friendster and facebook, HeHe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/Sf3GWzi_fRI/AAAAAAAAACw/mxZw_Usu1TQ/s1600-h/Swing+Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/Sf3GWzi_fRI/AAAAAAAAACw/mxZw_Usu1TQ/s200/Swing+Chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331635628972932370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Forget about the trip, let's move on to next story. Last night was also great. Hubby and I had a 'makan besar' with our family (the in-laws) @ Sala Classic and the food was all delicious. We had ikan kerapu, ikan siakap, lala bakar, sotong goreng tepung, tomyam, kailan ikan masin, abc and many more. We rarely dine out together so the get-together was really fun, in fact, I'm starting to adapt  being in a big family (well, not really big but if compared to being the only child, it is sure to have some differences).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/Sf3Kj_Ud7xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/W6XAiPSoe2k/s1600-h/Sala+Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/Sf3Kj_Ud7xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/W6XAiPSoe2k/s200/Sala+Dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331640253518049042" 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/985874212119399997-2068708100188634105?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2068708100188634105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2068708100188634105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2068708100188634105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2068708100188634105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-memories.html' title='~ Wonderful Weekends ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/Sf3GWzi_fRI/AAAAAAAAACw/mxZw_Usu1TQ/s72-c/Swing+Chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-278251365815848387</id><published>2009-04-12T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:58:17.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Vacations ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/280/280644yhi6pdgalg.gif" border="0" width="140" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hubby and I were supposed to be in Cameron Highlands for a weekend getaway but since I can't get a day off on Friday, we are postponing it to next weekend. We spent our free time talking about places we want to go in future and we ended up with quite a long list. I don't know whether we could afford to materialize all the plans in short time but I do know we will make it happen no matter how. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We categorized the places in 3 categories:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) 2009 Vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cameron Highlands - April '09&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Confirmed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kuching - May '09 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Confirmed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Redang / Perhentian Island - August '09 [If we had some extra moolahhhhhh..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;N9, KL &amp;amp; Selangor - December '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B) 2010 Vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kelantan &amp;amp; Pahang - February '10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JB &amp;amp; Singapore - Between April '10 to June '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bandung and Jakarta - Between August '10 to October&lt;/span&gt; '10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C) 2011 Vacation and Onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tioman Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sipadan Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perth / Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The 3rd category is merely a plan since year 2011 and onwards are still a long way to go.. Still, we &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;listed down the places we really want to go if we had the chances and money too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only problem is being a teacher has only entitled hubby with just 7-days annual leaves. Yep, he has several months off every year during school holidays but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;planning a vacation during these time is a big NO-NO. Every vacation spot will be packed with people and the air ticket and hotel rates are insanely high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Since he had already took 2 days off for our last holiday in KK, the remaining 5 days should be planned carefully.  By the way, we are both happy to postpone everything if we found out I got pregnant during the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/985874212119399997-278251365815848387?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/278251365815848387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=278251365815848387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/278251365815848387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/278251365815848387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacations.html' title='~ Vacations ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3051347023087911565</id><published>2009-04-04T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:04:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Emptiness ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/162/162858jpl6r56x1k.gif" border="0" width="96" height="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The absence of someone important is making me depress during this weekend. Hubby is away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; somewhere in Perak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as a chaperone to his students whom involved in drama competition. I've become restless without him. We rarely fail to meet every single weekend since that is our last hope to really be like other couples (sadly, we are singles on weekdays). Even though he gave me a short visit last Thursday, the happiness ended as soon as he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was dull and exhausting but I forced myself to drive to the nearest shopping complex to do some window shopping. The thoughts of buying new clothes / shoes / things could cheer me up but I ended up buying nothing. So I guess not being with hubby is really affecting the way my mind works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is not over but I'm still doomed with an emptiness feeling, not knowing what to do. Later, I was invited to hang out at Old Town with Hafiz, Yus and their baby Elfy. It was fun and I'm lucky to have friends around during a bad day (the downside: I felt a twinge of envy towards them for having what I want, a baby of course..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing left for me to survive this weekend: to start on Breaking Dawn, 4th book of the Twilight Saga. I love the first three books after I finished reading them but I do have the slightest feeling they are quite sickly-sweet a.k.a corny.. Regardless of that, I'm hooked to know what is going to happen next. To be honest I suspects reading these love stories has made me oversensitive this weekend. It might be possible though.. You see, I've been reading those books (almost 1500 pages to be exact) nonstop since last week, no wonder it grows in me.. He He :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3051347023087911565?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3051347023087911565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3051347023087911565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3051347023087911565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3051347023087911565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/absence-of-someone-important-is-making.html' title='~ Emptiness ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-9063711906250631672</id><published>2009-03-16T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:08:42.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Day Off ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2061/2061967vsemwvnzy9.gif" border="0" width="240" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a day off today due to the planned weekend in N9 which was shortened abruptly. Since this week is a school holiday and we got nothing to do, hubby wanted to bring me somewhere in order to make me happy. He couldn't endure another long hours drive a day before so he chose to go somewhere near, Penang Hill. We have tried to go up there a couple of times before but usually the place is always packed with people. Today was a lucky day, we managed to get some early tickets at 12.15 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much up there but I enjoyed jalan-jalan with hubby because that is the only time we are being alone from others and having stress-free moments in our own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by at Gurney Plaza, did some window shoppings (found nothing interesting as substitute to the wanted shoes) and watch 'Marley and Me' movie. I went back to SP with red eyes and feeling more miserable, the movie was so sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's still a lovely day for both of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-9063711906250631672?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/9063711906250631672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=9063711906250631672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/9063711906250631672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/9063711906250631672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-off.html' title='~ A Day Off ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4419027241991843768</id><published>2009-03-15T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:06:04.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Shortened Trip ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/127/127406l8xliw9yu2.gif" border="0" width="145" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Saturday hubby and I went to N9 together with mama and abah to visit Granma and relatives. We planned to start our journey at 4.30 am but hubby and I couldn't get up so early because we stayed up late watching American Idol result show and Twilight the night before. So we left home at 7.30 am and reached Mantin at 2.30 pm (we got lost somewhere in KL, HeHe..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting some rest at Granma's that afternoon, we went to visit some relatives in Felda LBJ and Mambau. Later at night, we made a plan to wake up early on Sunday and go visit my cousin in PD and have a picnic with the whole family there before we continue visiting other relatives. Meanwhile, hubby and I planned to slip out in the evening so we can go straight to Pavilion and buy my dream Charles &amp;amp; Keith shoes. That's my only chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everybody was sleeping, abah got a call from Pak ngah telling Pak su had just passed away. We packed all our bags and drive straight to SP at 3.45 am. Poor hubby, he was so tired but I managed to make him stay awake during the journey. I couldn't drive a manual car and since we used hubby's, he had to endure the 14-hour drive within 24 hours all by himself.. Mama was so sad about his late-brother and abah is not really fit to do a long distance travel during a short time. They are old people and they must be more tired compared to us the young ones.. I was so worried during the whole journey back to SP but luckily everything went OK. Reached SP at 9.45 am and went to the funeral later. May Pak su rests in peace, Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.. I didn't get the Charles &amp;amp; Keith shoes.. I will still dreaming about it until I can get my hands on them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4419027241991843768?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4419027241991843768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4419027241991843768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4419027241991843768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4419027241991843768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/shortened-trip.html' title='~ The Shortened Trip ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2404330508396580457</id><published>2009-03-10T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:04:22.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Tales Of Shoes ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2053/2053347lsn5gne8v6.gif" border="0" width="139" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of my hobbies during free time is flipping through magazines (I'm a huge fan of Cleo) because they feature wide ranges of fashion, from the most expensive designers' labels to the local ones and they are always awesome. I admit that I am not a fashionista neither a fashion victim but I like to keep myself updated with what is 'IN' and what is 'OUT'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several months I've noticed Cleo has been featuring a brand new label in town. It's a label originated from Singapore which specialized in handbags and shoes called Charles &amp;amp; Keith. Since I'm living quite far away from KL, I only managed to drool over the pretty shoes just by looking at them on the magazine page. Lucky enough that I went to KK last month and I got chances to check out the outlets at 1Borneo and Warisan Square. The shoes are so gorgeous and pretty, in fact they are better than Blay and Primavera. Handbags are just so-so but all the price are affordable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost buying 2 pairs of shoes but changed my mind and bought a Nine West handbag instead. I thought it was a wise idea since I love the handbag but it's not. I've been dreaming about the shoes right after I got landed in Penang and up until now I'm still thinking of getting those shoes no matter how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked out the official website and found out that there are only 4 outlets in Malaysia: 2 in KK, 1 in Kuching and 1 in KL. That's it! I'm going to get them during my balik kampung trip to Negeri Sembilan this coming school holidays. Otherwise, I'm gonna be miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2404330508396580457?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2404330508396580457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2404330508396580457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2404330508396580457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2404330508396580457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/tales-of-shoes.html' title='~ A Tales Of Shoes ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4118693332990960858</id><published>2009-03-09T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:17:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Spring In Alor Setar ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2053/2053343yd60enjcx8.gif" border="0" width="140" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely made hubby stopped at Jalan Langgar, a main road nearby our house (inlaws' to be exact) so I can photograph a beautiful scenery of sakura-alike trees at full-bloom. I feel like Spring is here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SbU_xSvb35I/AAAAAAAAACg/BhABWWP3xV0/s1600-h/IMG_3087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SbU_xSvb35I/AAAAAAAAACg/BhABWWP3xV0/s200/IMG_3087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311221451630305170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pink flowers all over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SbU_QXckL4I/AAAAAAAAACY/0xHXNp2P3p8/s1600-h/IMG_3086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SbU_QXckL4I/AAAAAAAAACY/0xHXNp2P3p8/s200/IMG_3086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311220885957652354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm liking the flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SbU_ybsV4aI/AAAAAAAAACo/kqRWooZlZt0/s1600-h/IMG_3100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SbU_ybsV4aI/AAAAAAAAACo/kqRWooZlZt0/s200/IMG_3100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311221471213117858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm done, it's makan time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4118693332990960858?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4118693332990960858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4118693332990960858&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4118693332990960858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4118693332990960858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-sr.html' title='~ Spring In Alor Setar ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SbU_xSvb35I/AAAAAAAAACg/BhABWWP3xV0/s72-c/IMG_3087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-8509024822356552794</id><published>2009-03-05T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:21:05.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Laziness ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2053/2053320rtm0zv7ws4.gif" border="0" width="140" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I do..  I really want to get a dream body but unfortunately it will not happen soon enough. I've stopped working out last February &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (or should I say, put it on hold for a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, right before I went on a vacation to Kota Kinabalu. After the vacation ended, I worked at double effort in order to catch up what I had left during my absence in office. The busyness made me so exhausted and too tired for any activities thereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since then, my weight has been static at 49.5 kg and I have no time to make any progress to reach my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wo weeks later when the workload has lessen a little bit, I found it hard to start exercise all over again and not to forget I eat like crazy. I feel so lazy to reach the dumbbells, let alone the exercise mat. What is happening to me?! Help! I am half way to achieve my target, I better motivate myself (and my butt) to get up and exercise. I really want the extra kilos to be shed off as soon as possible so I get to wear my favorite skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give my body another week to relax and regain the excitement so I can start all over again. Good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-8509024822356552794?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8509024822356552794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=8509024822356552794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8509024822356552794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8509024822356552794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/laziness.html' title='~ The Laziness ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-609198141992266390</id><published>2009-03-01T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:35:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Weekend ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hubby and I went to Penang last Saturday just to check out Zoom Travel Fair which was held at Queensbay (saw the ads a night before). We surveyed all booths to find the best offer for our next trip to Kuching in October (if ada rezeki) but nothing was a bargain. In the end we made up our minds to plan the trip by ourselves instead of paying travel agents to do it and it'll be much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm interested to go to Cameron during school break in May / June, the hotel price offered is quite reasonable. Hmmm.. We'll see, maybe it'll be a weekend getaway to clear up tension and work stress before I sit for my 7-papers exam by the end of June. Gotta put this on my planner, 2D1N would be great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(still once again, if ada rezeki..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. We might have a chance to stop by at Lost World..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fair, we managed to catch a movie since it's has been a while. We always go to the movies  for at least twice a month but last February was so hectic and I couldn't find free time for that. The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button is sure a great movie, love it! I cried during the last 20 minutes and as a conclusion, whether we live our life as a normal human being or in reverse, death is a part of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to do some shoppings. Honestly, I can't resist all the 'SALE' signs displayed on the window sills on most shops. Thank God I managed to restrict myself not to go overboard and just ended up buying 3 pairs of LaSenza cute bras and panties at great deals! Later, hubby and I went to Padini to redeem our accumulated cash vouchers and got a pair of shoes and a shirt without paying anything. One more thing, I finally redeemed the Guardian Paddington Bear stamps with a red tote bag, cute one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 9.30 pm and hubby asked me to edit all his KK photos.. Uwaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-609198141992266390?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/609198141992266390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=609198141992266390&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/609198141992266390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/609198141992266390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/testing.html' title='~ Weekend ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5571864190151397027</id><published>2009-02-25T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:10:01.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Busy ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm trying to get some free time to write all about my vacation in KK. Besides, hundreds of pictures still need to be selected and edited. Sadly, I'm either too tired or too busy right after I'm back in office. Hopefully, I'm going to be able to squeeze my time during weekend to do all those things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5571864190151397027?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5571864190151397027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5571864190151397027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5571864190151397027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5571864190151397027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy.html' title='~ Busy ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-851122512090296372</id><published>2009-02-19T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:55:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Guilty ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I struggled to finish a bundle of files on my table at work, but I failed. This has left me feeling guilty since I'm all set for a vacation tomorrow. I hate it! I could imagine how stress it will be when I return to work on Tuesday, with KIV and incoming files waiting to be settled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-851122512090296372?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/851122512090296372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=851122512090296372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/851122512090296372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/851122512090296372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/guilty.html' title='~ Guilty ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2736135032691957743</id><published>2009-02-14T13:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:58:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Weekend Treats ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was busy for the last 3 days.. Workload is now tiring since I've moved up from being 'under training' to 'staff' starting January. Realize it or not, it has been almost 10 months since the 1st day I started my new job. The bond among us the new colleagues is tighter. Besides, there's no more gap between seniors and juniors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I attended a CNY open house hosted by my senior and it was a blast. Don and I enjoyed it so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gone all the rules of bad food and good food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ate everything served on the table and sang my heart out during the karaoke session. Note to myself: Double the workouts for extra satay, pudding, lai chi kang and junk food that I took without noticing (munching while enjoying others singing!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After all of my hard workouts, I deserved good treats for myself, yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZZ10LkTJ2I/AAAAAAAAABo/x-0_GP1zCY8/s1600-h/IMG_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZZ10LkTJ2I/AAAAAAAAABo/x-0_GP1zCY8/s320/IMG_2275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302555150594025314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The early birds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZZ2v8q3sCI/AAAAAAAAABw/5tTjKuFys58/s1600-h/IMG_2291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZZ2v8q3sCI/AAAAAAAAABw/5tTjKuFys58/s320/IMG_2291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302556177387204642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don helps to do my part :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZZ4CXXYSYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mc5H_7EHdBE/s1600-h/IMG_2299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZZ4CXXYSYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mc5H_7EHdBE/s320/IMG_2299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302557593302485378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Karaoke session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/985874212119399997-2736135032691957743?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2736135032691957743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2736135032691957743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2736135032691957743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2736135032691957743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-treats.html' title='~ Weekend Treats ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZZ10LkTJ2I/AAAAAAAAABo/x-0_GP1zCY8/s72-c/IMG_2275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3949294164099156420</id><published>2009-02-10T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:50:44.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Current Obsession ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZF2YYEiQkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZvGye6-aRuY/s1600-h/the_world_they_live_in_poster_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZF2YYEiQkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZvGye6-aRuY/s320/the_world_they_live_in_poster_021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301148397542195778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bought this DVD set last Sunday and been watching it for continuous hours. There is always one thing that can keep me occupied in front of a tv: watching beautiful people playing lovers! These two are too sweet and I'm hooked! I love Song Hye Kyo since watching her in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and Hyun Bin in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kim Sam Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I'm going to finish watching the whole 16 episodes by Thursday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3949294164099156420?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3949294164099156420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3949294164099156420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3949294164099156420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3949294164099156420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-obsession.html' title='~ Current Obsession ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DaaTmMkra8s/SZF2YYEiQkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZvGye6-aRuY/s72-c/the_world_they_live_in_poster_021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6600151970420428233</id><published>2009-02-09T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:07:40.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Goodbye.. My Beloved Abu ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just came back from a long weekend in Alor Star when mama told me Abu is now gone. Yesterday, a girl riding a motorbike ran over him and he died on the spot. Stupid girl!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even though I currently have more than 10 cats at home but I love them equally. Cats are like friends, they are some kind of a companion to a lonely girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As a cat lover, loosing him really makes me sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6600151970420428233?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6600151970420428233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6600151970420428233&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6600151970420428233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6600151970420428233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-my-beloved-abu.html' title='~ Goodbye.. My Beloved Abu ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3635280078647527354</id><published>2009-02-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:05:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Grateful ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alhamdulillah… That’s all I can say…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I’m happy at where I am…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;As long as I know it for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The rest wouldn’t need to…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3635280078647527354?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3635280078647527354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3635280078647527354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3635280078647527354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3635280078647527354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/grateful.html' title='~ Grateful ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6341255098798335708</id><published>2009-02-04T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:57:48.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 4 More To Go ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been a month from the day I started sculpting workout and exercise together with healthy diet. I’m getting good result so far and my body is healthier and slimmer. I’ve dropped 3 kilos easily but since my target is 7, there are still 4 kilos to be shed off in another 6 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always believe in exercise rather than restricting myself for not taking certain groups of food. For me, to understand your body is as simple as mathematic. If you consume more than you need, the excess energy will be stored as fat. But if you move your body a lot with exercises, walks, opting for stairs rather than elevator or do any other activities that require you to keep moving: you will use more energy. It is up to you whether to eat less / opting for low calorie food and does some exercises or; eat as much as you want and at the same time double your activities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As for me, I cannot sacrifice all of my favorite foods so I prefer to move a lot and eat whatever I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6341255098798335708?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6341255098798335708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6341255098798335708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6341255098798335708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6341255098798335708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-more-to-go.html' title='~ 4 More To Go ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-688571722392437034</id><published>2009-02-03T21:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:55:33.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A Tale Of A So-Called Celebrity ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mutual friend of mine informed me something which really amused me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can't help myself to response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What’s so important about it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does the world revolve only around you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you a VVIP or a celebrity?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does all about you is patented with copyright?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does that mean I need to remind myself whenever taking pictures?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that I’d not end up with a same pose like you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stupid isn’t it, anyone can do that but me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don’t you think it’s a coincidence?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rather than thinking someone copying you and should be ashamed?!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, which one is the same?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know which one you are talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don’t you realize you also do things similar to me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like putting icons and frames on your edited pictures?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I need to say more about that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I didn’t because for me it’s common…&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any superior feeling judging you on that!&lt;br /&gt;My advice for you, be wiser and stop acting like a celebrity!&lt;br /&gt;Because you are not, you are just a normal person like any others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-688571722392437034?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/688571722392437034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=688571722392437034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/688571722392437034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/688571722392437034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/tale-of-calebrity.html' title='~ A Tale Of A So-Called Celebrity ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6514773715592918289</id><published>2009-02-02T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:57:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Paddington Stamps ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to shop at Guardian because there are so many things you can get there. Besides, it always offers the best price for its goods (especially toiletries and beauty products) with a lot of freebies, twinpacks, coupons, vouchers and recently the Paddington Bear stamps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started collecting the stamps last December and by the end of January, I’ve already have 20 stamps on the card. By the way, I’m still short of 10 stamps before I can get a cute Paddington tote bag for free (I’ve been eyeing it since I got the 1st stamp!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The thing is, each stamp costs me RM25 and I already have 20. That means I’ve already spent at least RM500 at Guardian in order to collect 20 stamps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in less than 2 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! Come to think of it, it’s a lot of money just to be spent at a shop like Guardian. So I open my cupboard (a place where I keep all stocks of toiletries / beauty products) just to check what things did I buy with the amount of money. Kept in place are bottles of shampoo, conditioner, shower foams, tubes of sunblock, facial foam, lotion, body cream, boxes contain hundreds of pantiliner, packets of sanitary pad, and many more. As a conclusion I have everything supplied for at least 3-4 months and some I don’t really need much. What a waste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly, I feel that I was too obsessed collecting stamps without realizing I was buying things I don’t really need / already have. I wish I could exchange the stamps with money instead, but I can’t… Uwaa… Sob… Sob…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enough is enough, no more stamps for now on. Stupid me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6514773715592918289?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6514773715592918289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6514773715592918289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6514773715592918289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6514773715592918289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/paddington-stamps.html' title='~ Paddington Stamps ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5940688652841094471</id><published>2009-02-01T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:33:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Aunt Flow ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aunt Flow made a decision to pay me a visit at the beginning of February..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I should try again, but this time harder!&lt;br /&gt;After all, there's a plenty of time for me to try.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young! And there's more!&lt;br /&gt;I can continue my sculpting workouts and that means more kilos to be shed off, Hoorey!&lt;br /&gt;Forget about Aunt Flow and start a new day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5940688652841094471?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5940688652841094471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5940688652841094471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5940688652841094471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5940688652841094471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/aunt-flow-made-decision-to-pay-me-visit.html' title='~ Aunt Flow ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-680731585971679610</id><published>2009-01-20T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:56:48.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ February ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't wait for February to come. Here's the reason:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Latest news of Aunt Flow - What's her decision?! To visit or not?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reduced weights after a month of exercising and consuming healthy food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much awaited vacation to Kota Kinabalu - It'll be my 1st visit to Borneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Latest news about bonus - How many months are they going to pay?! Big figures please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kittens - There's gonna be new additions into my furry friends' family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Latest episode of Heroes - More Peter Petrelli!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-680731585971679610?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/680731585971679610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=680731585971679610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/680731585971679610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/680731585971679610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/february.html' title='~ February ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-8468034344814937327</id><published>2009-01-06T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:52:02.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Move Your Body ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As promised, the body makeover has just started today! Even though it's still a long way to go but I'm willing to work hard so I can get what I want. It's quite hard to stop eating the unnecessary food but the image of those skinny jeans, curvy blouses and leggings have kept me disciplined. The new regime will be like these:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breakfast - consists of low fat milk with wheats / cereals / wholegrain bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In between meal at 11 am - consists of wholegrain crackers / biscuits / fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lunch - a cup of rice with a fish / chicken breast / meat / seafood with a lot of vegetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In between meal at 5 pm - consists of wholegrain crackers / biscuits / fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dinner - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a cup of rice with a fish / chicken breast / meat / seafood with a lot of vegetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Supper - consists of wholegrain crackers / biscuits / fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Weekend threat - consists of anything I want to eat such as pizza / cake etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; important part is a 30 - 45 minutes session of sculpting workout and exercise three times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-8468034344814937327?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8468034344814937327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=8468034344814937327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8468034344814937327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8468034344814937327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/move-your-body.html' title='~ Move Your Body ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-871729629548720583</id><published>2008-12-30T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:56:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Saya Gemok ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just realized that my shape is getting worse. My butt is bigger than two coconuts put together. My waist looks like a baobab tree trunk and the thighs are much alike a rhino's drumsticks! Worst of all, I cannot fit into my skinny jeans. I bought 2 pairs of jeans at Forever 21 in October with different cutting. I wear the first one and ignore the other one deciding to keep it for later. Last week, while I was doing some packing for a vacation in Langkawi, I tried on some clothes and found out a shocking truth that I couldn't pull the new jeans up to my hip! That's suck! It was just 1 1/2 months away.. Later I tried the other jeans and pants and they too couldn't fit into my bulging stomach and the bigger-than-ever ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I went straight to The Store and bought me a new pair of jeans from Voir. I promised myself to get back into shape soon enough so I can dress stylishly in my beloved (currently unfitted) Guess / Levi's / Forever 21 pair of jeans. Currently, for the fat moment, the local one will do.. Uwaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-871729629548720583?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/871729629548720583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=871729629548720583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/871729629548720583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/871729629548720583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/saya-gemok.html' title='~ Saya Gemok ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-8282051795380203813</id><published>2008-12-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:34:39.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 2 Become 1 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I merged my 2nd blog on blogger with the one on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;But still.. I'm missing my 1st blog, which has hundreds of entries back in 2003 up to 2005&lt;br /&gt;I was actively blogging at that time :)&lt;br /&gt;Feel stupid that I deleted them all..&lt;br /&gt;I even deleted the account back then.&lt;br /&gt;It's gone.. Kaput!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better it be that way, it was full with miserable stories, heartbroken and all.&lt;br /&gt;New title, new page, new url&lt;br /&gt;But it's the same old me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-8282051795380203813?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8282051795380203813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=8282051795380203813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8282051795380203813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8282051795380203813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-become-1.html' title='~ 2 Become 1 ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-32125460391618717</id><published>2008-10-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:33:15.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ MeLaWaN KeSePiaN ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the same day after I had a bad dream (refer to previous entry), I heard a song by Dato' Siti. It was played on the radio while I was on my way to town with hubby. I never heard this song before but considered that I was still emotional and not fully recovered, I cried for the 2nd time on that day. Hubby was worried and urged me to stop thinking about the dream. Here's the lyric:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Apa pun yang terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Berjalanlah tanpa henti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Air mata tertahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Waktu untuk dijatuhkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Nanti kita kan tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Betapa bijaknya hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Sepahit apa pun ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Pelajaran yang berarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga kepergianmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Tak akan merubah apapun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga mampu ku lawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Kesepianku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Nanti kita kan tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Betapa bijaknya hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Sepahit apa pun ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Pelajaran yang berarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga kepergianmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Tak akan merubah apapun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga mampu ku lawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Kesepianku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga kepergianmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Tak akan merubah apa pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga mampu ku lawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Kesepianku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga kepergianmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Tak akan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Semoga mampu ku lawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Kesepianku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Apa pun yang terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Berjalanlah tanpa henti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-32125460391618717?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/32125460391618717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=32125460391618717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/32125460391618717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/32125460391618717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/10/melawan-kesepian.html' title='~ MeLaWaN KeSePiaN ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2450215278042496174</id><published>2008-10-08T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:34:17.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A DeAd WiFe ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had this weird dream 2 weeks ago and it still haunts me somehow. You know how messy dreams might be but I could still remember this one with a vivid detail... It started with a scene where Haley and Nathan from One Tree Hill TV Series talking (I had no idea why they were in the dream...) and suddenly it changed to a scene by the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw a man sitting on a rock staring blankly into the calm water from afar. He looked sad and lost in his own thoughts. He didn't even realize when I came near him, so I said hi. He responded by turning his head and then back again gazing into the glassy water. I asked him why he's sitting there all alone. He cried and said, "My wife is dead, I miss her so much but I'm only left with the memories of her. It's so hard living without her, wanting to see her again but I know it's impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Without any respect for his feeling, I asked again whether he wanted to marry or maybe fall in love with someone new and he replied with a short answer, "It's not easy to forget her..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I left and by keeping some distance, I watched him for quite some time. I could feel the sorrow and deep down inside I wished to know him better and help to ease his pain. Then, I woke up in tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here comes the weird part. The man is actually my husband, Zul. He didn't recognize me and I myself saw him as someone that I didn't know in the dream.  I was in the dream but the talking and seeing  were through somebody's else body. Although people says dreams are just "mainan tidur" but still I can't help myself to stop thinking and replaying it in my mind over and over again. Does it mean that I die? Does the girl talking to Zul is someone new who will replace me?! It was traumatic to see his face crying over my death and that was the worst part of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despite of a bad dream, it made me realize to always think about death... Kita didatangkan dari Allah dan kepada Dia juga kita dikembalikan. So we need to cherish and spend time with our loved ones as much as we can because tomorrow is not a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May Allah bless both of us and our loved ones with healthy long life. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-2450215278042496174?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2450215278042496174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2450215278042496174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2450215278042496174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2450215278042496174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dead-wife.html' title='~ A DeAd WiFe ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-1806640648272477095</id><published>2008-08-11T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:25:03.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ A BuN iN tHe OvEn?!! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's a question most newlyweds need to answer once they've been married for more than 2 months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Dah ade ke?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's normal for some people, normally the old folks to ask this kind of question to the newlyweds months after the wedding. But for the opposite, it might be a sensitive topic which ends up with a slight smile as the only answer or a big-wide grin as a sign to a good news they've been waiting to announce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For me, the answer is still NO and I hope this will clear up all the question marks on everyone's head (friends who keep asking..) I'd love to start a family with the man I love right at this moment in order to make our life complete as a whole.. To be honest, I envy every new parents with their cute newborn babies cuddled in their arms. I can see and feel their happiness and I'd love to be one of them as soon as possible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But the timing doesn't really give me too many options. Being hundreds miles away from hubby has made me hesitate to be pregnant or should I say, I'm afraid to be one! It's not that I don't want a baby but for me, to be pregnant with a first child is a precious moment of your life both to the father and mother. We can't repeat the special moments of finding out that you're pregnant, the frequent visits to clinic with hubby tagging along, the eagerness of welcoming a new addition to the family, the window shopping for the baby stuff, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In simpler words, I don't want to experience my pregnancy with the absence of a husband, I want him to be with me from the very beginning until the end of it. I want him to soothe me after the morning sickness, rub my back when I'm not in the mood. How should he do that if we only managed to meet every 2-3 times a month?! I couldn't imagine how emo I can be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For now, the plan of expanding Mr Don's clan needs to be postponed until I completed my courses in Bangi by the end of 2008. InsyaAllah, with the God's will, 2009 will be a good year for us to start a family. May God bless us, Amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-1806640648272477095?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1806640648272477095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=1806640648272477095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1806640648272477095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1806640648272477095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/08/bun-in-oven.html' title='~ A BuN iN tHe OvEn?!! ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5316538176997270386</id><published>2008-06-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:23:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ JuNe: ThE pOsT mOrTeM &amp; A tOuGh BeGinNinG ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Note: This entry is closely related to the last entry, it's better to be read after the last one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.. May has ended and it's a wrap for all of the anticipated events that I listed before. Everything happened according to the plan and went so well the way they should be. Now, it's time for me to slow down and relax, look back and put it into words so I can recall some of the best moments / memories which have changed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   I've reported my duty last 2nd of May and I'm slowly adjusting and adapting to the new environment. I think I'm going to like it here and it'll not be a problem to work until I turn 58! Hubby wants me to consider a transfer to Alor Star but it'll take some time, it's a tedious and risky process after all. Meanwhile, I'm trying lobbying him to transfer to Penang / SP but for now we'll have to wait and see who's going to follow who in another 1 - 2 years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've got my new car on 29th April and being clumsy as I am, I already hit something resulted with very long and visible scratches. On the other hand, my driving skills have improved and finally I can give the driving license a good use! It's funny that I never pay much attention to traffic reports on the radio before but I do now, they really help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The greatest events are the Akad Nikah Ceremony followed by Wedding Receptions. Last 17th of May, I'm officially called Puan Ikhlas. Even though the sound of ‘Puan' is not as good as what I feel but I'm glad we ended married to each other after 5 ½ years being together as a couple. It's a greatest feeling of all time. Both wedding receptions were superb, but I slightly regret for not having much time to spend with all friends who came by on my special day. Being the bride and groom was a hell lot of fun and pressure too, people wanting us from every direction and it was a really busy day. Busy with smiling, waving, greeting and posing!! We have cool photographers that I consider as friends who made the photo sessions became less intense and more relax. There're thousands of shots Zul &amp;amp; I had to choose from before I continue with the editing and artwork. Yes, the bride does the editing by herself, HeHe.. Lots of thanks to Mr Arie Gaban (http://ariegaban.fotopages.com), Mikagami (http://www.mohdalhafiz.com) and Asmady (http://www.studioaston.com) for all the great photos! (Still waiting from Asmady for his great captures!). One more thing, Zul and I were proud to wear all the attires designed and tailored by Abah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our honeymoon / vacation were postponed to August since I can't get any leave and I'm going to be in Bangi for 2 months, away from hubby. I'm sure I'm going to be miserable for the whole 2 months starting next 2 days, Uwaaaaaaa!! I guess this entry is a way of saying goodbye to friendster too. I'm going to be inactive for the next couple of months and it really sucks. A really tough beginning for the newly weds, sob.. sob.. sob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think I'm ready for anything. Ready to be a good wife, ready to be apart from hubby, ready to discover a new life after marriage and ready to fully commit with my new job. All I need is to be tough and put a little more patience in me in order for better things to comes. Till then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5316538176997270386?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5316538176997270386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5316538176997270386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5316538176997270386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5316538176997270386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-post-mortem-tough-beginning.html' title='~ JuNe: ThE pOsT mOrTeM &amp; A tOuGh BeGinNinG ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3185471602492315135</id><published>2008-04-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:20:31.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ mAy: ThE LiFe-ChAnGinG mOnTh ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;April is coming to an end and I'm so excited for May to come. Why? Because it's a month full of drastic changes which will affect my so-called ordinary &amp;amp; boring life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm going to report my duty (new job, yeay!) by 2nd of May. Finally I'll become a government servant. Ops! almost actually, it's just a statutory body. To be honest I'm so excited about it, not about the work but the $$$, HeHe.. I know I sound stupid but previously, working in a small company for almost 2 years had made me envies others. My previous salaries were not high (the title of semi-senior audit / account sounds too good to the ears but the pays really suck!) and all I can say is, factory operators who work OT, days &amp;amp; nights can get almost the same as me. Upon arrival of the offer letter, I was pretty dumbstruck just by looking at the numbers, it's almost triple than I got paid before! Sungguh jakun saya kali ni.. Alhamdulillah rezeki nak kawen agaknya and berkat doa all of my loved ones! I feel relieved that I'll be able to provide a better life for mama + abah and also lessen the burden on hubby dalam bab nafkah zahir dan duniawi, HeHe.. Psstt!! Don, I'll treat you KFC everyday, u like them so much don't you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the 1st week of May I'm going to own a car for myself. Before this Abah was willing to send / fetch me everyday to / from work. In order to save money for the things I want, I buried down the thoughts of buying a car, yelah gaji tak seberapa kan.. When the parents offered, why not?! It's less hassle because I don't need to think about petrol and maintenance costs (sungguh jahat aku nih!). Starting in May, I need to work in Bkt Mertajam which is 40km from SP. Aiyoo, I don't drive often and the license has been too long hiding in my purse with complete ignorance. I really need to sharpen my driving skills and also learn to be independent ASAP (this is the bad side of being the only child, it's hard to be independent!). Petrol, tol &amp;amp; maintenance cost?!! Uwaaaaa, lucky me for not buying big and expensive car, it's just a Viva. We should support our national car, HeHe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The most important event of the month: I will marry the man I love on the 17th. There's no way I can explain how I'm feeling right now. We both are getting mushier by the days! Lovey dovey tak hengat! Even the last time he called mentioning that he just bought a family insurance for the two of us has made me touched and cried. I just can't believe that I'm going to be someone's wife in less than a month! Bahagia betul orang nak kawen nih, hopefully we'll last forever and this is going to be my own version of fairy tales for future-grandchildren! Contrary to the 'aahh I'm going to get married' happy thoughts, it's sad to think that our plan to decorate our house in Alor Setar is postponed to an unknown date. 1 year, 2 years or 3 years later?! A temporary solution is living separately and meet on weekends, me in SP with parents and hubby with his in AS. If we really miss each other, I guess we can meet during weekdays but it'll be tiring to go back and forth with long hour drive. I can't think of this it'll make me sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;End of May will be our first vacation together, it's the honeymoon! Our original plan is to go outside Malaysia, Bali perhaps but seem the plan need to be postponed too. How should I apply for leave when I don't even know whether I'm entitled for 2-3 days off before &amp;amp; after the wedding. I'm the junior, remember?! I'd be grateful if I managed to get a day off before and after the receptions. Thus, honeymoon will only take place on weekend a week after both receptions, We'll leave on Friday after work and be back on Sunday evening. Kinda a short vacation but it's OK, we'll plan another trip in December, hopefully I can get a week off. But for now we both aim for Langkawi, less time to travel, beautiful view and we also had good memories the last time we went there with friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In order to get a better life, better future and good career ahead for both of us &amp;amp; parents, there are things which need to be changed and sacrified. I think I'm OK with that, I'm willing to accept the difficulties and challenges living away from hubby. I also hope the process of learning to be independent &amp;amp; become tolerate, less stubborn will make me a better person in the eyes of my loved ones and also to others. May God helps me as always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3185471602492315135?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3185471602492315135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3185471602492315135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3185471602492315135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3185471602492315135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/04/may-life-changing-month.html' title='~ mAy: ThE LiFe-ChAnGinG mOnTh ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6917582852280149889</id><published>2008-03-20T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:18:17.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ThE eNd iS CoMiNg ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day is coming and I'm so thrilled!! Nope, I'm not talking about the wedding, it's the last working day at my current workplace. After almost 2 years everything's gonna end in less than 10 days. Should I feel sad? No. Should I feel happy? Hell, I am! Hmmm.. but maybe a bit sad to leave 1-2 good colleagues but the rest is a total freedom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody starts leaving after new year.. Izs, Mas and Rita have already started their new lifes, Tini will leave 2 days before me, 2 weeks after is TLK and YHK will follow in a month later. There's nothing much to loose if I choose to stay except the keep changing new faces and triple workloads that need to be covered when people resign. One more thing, l don't have to go through the busiest peak time ever of the year this coming April - August and that's a big relief, Yeay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm just worried if I don't get a new job ASAP or at least by June. Deep down inside I'm still hoping to get a job with LHDN eventhough getting it means being apart from hubby-to-be, but that's a sacrifice I'd make for a better career and future. If the result is out by April and I don't make it, I guess I really need to concentrate on finding a job in Mr Don's hometown. On the positive side there's no worries on being weekend husband and wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start making a to-do list so I can be occupied for the whole 7 weeks before the wedding!! Oooooo, I'm so excited!!&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/985874212119399997-6917582852280149889?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6917582852280149889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6917582852280149889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6917582852280149889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6917582852280149889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-is-coming.html' title='~ ThE eNd iS CoMiNg ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4787696446152625640</id><published>2008-03-01T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:17:00.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ PeOPle CaN bE sO wEirD ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why people sometimes like to be so judgemental and bias toward others?! It is more sad when they make conclusions based on the surface without knowing the truth or at least knowing the person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gossips, observation from afar, or should I say browsing someone's profile online wouldn't give you any justification. Although nowadays more people prefer less privacy by exposing their life through pictures and blogs entries on the virtual world, that wouldn't portray 100% of someone's life. There's a lot more in real life to be interpreted before you can label / judge a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After a long time, I did find out recently that the hatred might still be there. I thought by choosing to hide myself away / be low profile for the past 3 months would make someone stop saying bad things about me, but it didn't. I guess it'll never stop. It's not my right to judge that person either but I just can't stop wondering, what's the purpose?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nonetheless, I prefer to continue what I've done best for the last 3 months. I think I've made a very wise decision and my life couldn't be much happier. Lucky me to find out about this one thing (even if there's more, let it be..), at least I know that I've been on a clean slate long time ago and it's not my fault anymore if someone didn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4787696446152625640?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4787696446152625640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4787696446152625640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4787696446152625640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4787696446152625640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-can-be-so-weird.html' title='~ PeOPle CaN bE sO wEirD ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7274123295987991002</id><published>2008-02-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:14:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ iMaGinE by JoHn LeNNoN ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No hell below us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Above us only sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Living for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And no religion too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Living life in peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sharing all the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-7274123295987991002?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7274123295987991002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7274123295987991002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7274123295987991002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7274123295987991002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/02/imagine-by-john-lennon.html' title='~ iMaGinE by JoHn LeNNoN ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5190176546938439973</id><published>2008-02-09T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:13:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The 'No' and The 'Yes' ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What happen when the 'No' is actually means 'Yes'?! Does it called being dishonest? Does it give impact on our life? Does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If u asked me a few months ago, I'd probably say it is indeed being dishonest, in fact it really matters and will give impact on our life.. Nowadays, my perception has changed a little bit. I'd say it does not matter anymore. People always say things which are not truly from their hearts. They tend to say things depend on situations which sometimes are good and on the other hands it might lead to something bad. We can't blame these people or even ourselves since every one of us has our own reasons to do that. If we needed a clarification for everything we do or other people do to us, it will be an endless story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The important part is whether the truth should be accepted or not. If we knew the truth without even need to hear a 'Yes' or 'No' for an answer, just don't bother for clarifications why the 'No' is actually 'Yes' or why the 'Yes' means 'No'.. You see, truths will always be truths, a statement wouldn't change them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For my scenario, I got a 'No' for an answer which is supposed to be 'Yes'. But since I already figured out the truth, I decided to accept it because it does not matter anymore and it won't affect my life in future. Who cares when the 'No' is actually means 'Yes' since it's merely a statement.. The answer is with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5190176546938439973?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5190176546938439973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5190176546938439973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5190176546938439973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5190176546938439973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-and-yes.html' title='~ The &apos;No&apos; and The &apos;Yes&apos; ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-736294811710855442</id><published>2008-02-04T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:12:04.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Good and The Bad ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I'm better since da last emo entry.. It's been months now and no more emo, no more sadness, no more heart feeling.. Since I've made up my decision to take all those steps, now I'm finally at ease.. I shud haf started dat earlier, stupid me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is gud.. I'm counting da days till my wedding in May.. But to be honest I'm quite scared and sad.. Scared dat I'm not really ready to be a wife and sad to be living away from my parents soon enuff.. I noe I shudn't feel dat way bcoz I'll be only 45-minutes-away from them.. But still it'll be hard for me to live without them being around 24/7.. Being da only child has made me attached to them since I was young.. They're da reason I'm staying in my hometown.. I rather forget all the fun living in big cities bcoz being wif them already made me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's only one thing which is not gud in my life rite now, it's my job.. Actually da job is OK but I cudn't stand da politics and da bad 'aura' going around in my workplace.. I planned to stay for at least 3 years to get my professional qualification but at dis moment I cudn't see myself working here for another 6 months.. Huaarrrggggggggghhhh!! I hate it.. I'm totally stressed wif da workload and da negative aura sorrounding me.. I'm still confused wif what shud I do rite now.. May God give me da answers.. Amin..&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/985874212119399997-736294811710855442?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/736294811710855442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=736294811710855442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/736294811710855442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/736294811710855442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-and-bad.html' title='~ The Good and The Bad ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6721066419794613289</id><published>2007-11-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:07:14.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Freedom ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been emotionally unstable 4da past 5 months.. Kejap ok, kejap tak ok.. At one point I can forget but on da other it seems like I can't.. It was such a big blow 4me but yeah, I'm learning to accept it even tho it'll take some times. Da past is da past, let bygones be bygones.. I dun wanna stuck like dis 4ever, there's so much more to come. I better embrace what I haf and move on like nothing happened.. Future is more important compared to da past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ur head says dat u are absolutely recovered but ur heart may say no.. Da scar is still there, there's nothing can be done and no one to be blamed to.. I'm da one who has da power to stop it.. So I've decided enuf is enuf.. I've got the eliminate everything dats makes me annoyed / sad / angry / etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1st step, by setting my profile to private. I dun want any unwanted person dropping by and grab da oppurtunity to use it by scrutinizing every little thing I do.. It's so annoying, really.. I never haf an intention to show off when I upload any pic on my frenster, it's just 4fun and 4myself.. Never mind if I just go holidays around da neighbourhood or even abroad, but hey dis is my page.. As long I'm happy and never disturb others then what's wif da bitching?! I dun haf so much money 2go travel around malaysia, anything dat makes me happy I'll go 4 it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I haf my mistakes too.. Starting from now on, I will never wander 2places I shudn't be.. By doing dat it'll hurt me more, knowing people bitching and talk bad things about me.. Connecting to da related people who got me into dis mess wudn't do any better.. For my own good,  I made promises to myself &amp;amp; to him dat I'll help myself to fully recover.. for a better me.. I believe I can make it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6721066419794613289?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6721066419794613289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6721066419794613289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6721066419794613289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6721066419794613289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/11/freedom.html' title='~ Freedom ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-8637646964944326490</id><published>2007-11-21T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:05:05.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I'm Lost ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At 1st everything was so gud. Da eagerness was still there, da fresh feeling lingered in every moment of it. It was da new world to be explored, learned and experienced. I always stay calm and faced every obstacles wif patience, head held high. I remembered feeling on da top of da world when hard efforts being recognised and made me wanna do better. Being positive really did help me a lot.. Nowadays, all da glory and gud feeling is no more wif me. My ducks in a row haf been scattered along da way and I'm lost. Lost of hope, lost of confidence, lost of positive thinking and worse, lost of focus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My so-called perfect plan is not really workin' bcoz I can't see myself in future being someone dat I planned to be. Does 24 is too early or am I too late to change my future? It's good to see people around me started to get their pieces fit together but in da same time I'm so frustrated bcoz mine were still looping here and there. What to do? Fate is in God's hand but it is up to da person to change it for a better. Da question is, do I need to change da path dat I'm currently taking? Or shud I be patient and stay for a bit longer?! I'm so lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-8637646964944326490?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8637646964944326490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=8637646964944326490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8637646964944326490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/8637646964944326490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-lost_21.html' title='~ I&apos;m Lost ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5327727669470628457</id><published>2007-11-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:05:00.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I'm Lost ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At 1st everything was so gud. Da eagerness was still there, da fresh feeling lingered in every moment of it. It was da new world to be explored, learned and experienced. I always stay calm and faced every obstacles wif patience, head held high. I remembered feeling on da top of da world when hard efforts being recognised and made me wanna do better. Being positive really did help me a lot.. Nowadays, all da glory and gud feeling is no more wif me. My ducks in a row haf been scattered along da way and I'm lost. Lost of hope, lost of confidence, lost of positive thinking and worse, lost of focus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My so-called perfect plan is not really workin' bcoz I can't see myself in future being someone dat I planned to be. Does 24 is too early or am I too late to change my future? It's good to see people around me started to get their pieces fit together but in da same time I'm so frustrated bcoz mine were still looping here and there. What to do? Fate is in God's hand but it is up to da person to change it for a better. Da question is, do I need to change da path dat I'm currently taking? Or shud I be patient and stay for a bit longer?! I'm so lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5327727669470628457?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5327727669470628457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5327727669470628457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5327727669470628457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5327727669470628457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-lost.html' title='~ I&apos;m Lost ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5450168489022786979</id><published>2007-11-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:03:28.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ HeadLines ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The time is now or never, to fit the missing piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To take this on together, you make me feel complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We fall into the future, and through the looking glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The light shines over our heads, and so it comes to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To go beyond the surface, to reach into your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This love is not demanding, my heart has told me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hold onto my heroes, with faith enough to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The power to imagine, will keep this love alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's make the headlines, loud and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wanna tell the world I'm giving it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's make the headlines, loud and clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The best things suddenly happen when you are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if I lost my way you'd carry me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take me all the way to heaven, never leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And it's just like everything matters when you are near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And it feels so good every bells gonna ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your love is alive and it's making me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I could fly, wanna cry, want the whole world to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are together, come on baby let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And words yet to be spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will fall upon the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Spelling out true devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is all we need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's make the headlines, loud and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Say you love me and I'll say I love you too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wanna tell the world I'm giving it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Just remember what simple words can do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's make the headlines, loud and clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(All that I have I give to you my friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The best things suddenly happen when you are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Just remember friendship never ends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if I lost my way you'd carry me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take me all the way to heaven, never leave me alone (everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And it's just like everything matters when you are near (matters when you're near)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Say you love me and I'll say I love you too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's make the headline true this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Just remember what simple words can do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's no hiding from this magical state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(I feel loved with you, I feel loved with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if I lost my way you'd carry me home (I know, you take me, all the way to heaven)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take me all the way to heaven, never leave me alone (everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And it's just like everything matters when you are near (matters when you're near)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Everything matters, it really matters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lets make the headlines, loud and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(I feel loved with you, I feel loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lets make the headlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;‘Cause I'm giving it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah I'm giving it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5450168489022786979?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5450168489022786979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5450168489022786979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5450168489022786979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5450168489022786979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/11/headlines.html' title='~ HeadLines ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4397149078235773491</id><published>2007-09-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:02:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ HaTe ThaT I LoVe 2 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love dis song so much.. really like it.. I'm in da mood of love bebeh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"But I hate it.. You know exactly what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So that I can't stay mad at you..For too long that's wrong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"And I hate how much I love you boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't stand how much I need you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But I just can't let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I hate that I love you so.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it in ur heart dat I'll always be there.. I'll keep lovin' u even if one day u'd stop doin' da same.. No matter what happen I'll stay.. bcoz dat's my nature..&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/985874212119399997-4397149078235773491?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4397149078235773491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4397149078235773491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4397149078235773491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4397149078235773491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/09/hate-that-i-love-2.html' title='~ HaTe ThaT I LoVe 2 ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-1402130268875185529</id><published>2007-09-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:00:29.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ HaTe ThaT I LoVe ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As much as I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As much as I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I can't stand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Must everything you do make me wanna smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can I not like you for awhile? (No....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But you won't let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You upset me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And then you kiss my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All of a sudden I forget (that I was upset)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can't remember what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I hate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So that I can't stay mad at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For too long that's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I hate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So that I don't want to fuss.. and fight no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Said I despise that I adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (I need you...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (oh whoa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so (oooh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You completely know the power that you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The only one makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Said it's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How you take advantage of the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That I... love you beyond the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And it just ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (yeah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I hate that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Both:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And your kiss won't make me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeaahhh... Oohh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As much I love you (as much as I need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As much as I need you (oooh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As much I love you (oh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As much as I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (can't stand how much I need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I just can't let you go (but I just can't let you go no..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. so...&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/985874212119399997-1402130268875185529?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1402130268875185529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=1402130268875185529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1402130268875185529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1402130268875185529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/09/hate-that-i-love.html' title='~ HaTe ThaT I LoVe ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3706255183276341380</id><published>2007-09-25T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:58:53.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ BeYoNd ThE eXpEcTaTiOn ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've gone too far this time.. It's beyond my expectation and it's already considered unhealthy. I lost 10 kgs in less than 6 months and it's crazy. At first I thought it was an achievement, yep it was. I started at 53kg and my goal was to reach 46kg. Time passes by and the target achieved, but then the numbers keep dropping and now I'm at 42.5kg, I'm totally underweight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What I've done wrong? I didn't really notice that I keep loosing weight because I was happy enough to be at 45kg. I didn't adopt any unhealthy or strict diet, I did enough research so I won't get into those California, Atkins, etc. I eat anything I want, carbohydrate, fat, protein but of course in moderation.. What I do is to follow my workout routine which involve muscles training + weight lifting + skipping which I do 2-3 times a week, it's not considered excessive right?!.. The most important thing, I never throw up after each meal, that means I'm not having an aneroxia / bulimia problem, thanks God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've done this before but the total weight loss was only 8 kgs and not to forget I started at 55kg but it was 3 years ago.. Whatever it is I gotta find a way to gain some more, maybe 45kg so I'll look healthy again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's hard being a girl, it's not the issue on what people perceive on our look, it's just how our mind is working differently. We want to be pretty for ourselves, wanting to satisfy our own need which something can jeopardize something else.. I need to be normal again and not look like a skinny girl who has an incurable disease.. HuHu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3706255183276341380?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3706255183276341380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3706255183276341380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3706255183276341380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3706255183276341380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/09/beyond-expectation.html' title='~ BeYoNd ThE eXpEcTaTiOn ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-9024427967493483369</id><published>2007-09-08T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:56:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ThE HoPe HaS bEeN ShATteReD ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I've done wrong dat everything turns out to be like dis?! I haf a heart like everybody does, but why some people think it's up for a game.. They took it for granted.. Why they think I wudn't be touched wif wat happen around me, do they think my heart is made of stone?! How strong someone cud become, da heart will always remain a fragile thing.. It applies to any human beings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart broken can't be mend wif words,  neither can't be mend wif forgiveness nor actions.. Only time will heal.. In da meantime, how one will survive if there's no timeline given?! It cud be 1 minute, 1 day, 1 month, 1 year or maybe forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting wif my own will to go on wif my life even tho da hope has been shattered again and again.. May God gives me enuff strength to go on living.. Amen..&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/985874212119399997-9024427967493483369?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/9024427967493483369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=9024427967493483369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/9024427967493483369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/9024427967493483369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/09/hope-has-been-shattered.html' title='~ ThE HoPe HaS bEeN ShATteReD ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-1253964522374275783</id><published>2007-09-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:54:36.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ThE PiEcEs DoN't FiT aNyMoRe ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been twisting and turning in a space that's too small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been drawing the line and watching it fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You've been closing me in , closing the space in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watching us fading and watching us fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coz I gave it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if you leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's time to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, don't misunderstand how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coz I've tried, yes I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coz I gave it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if you leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's time to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You pulled me under so I had to give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well I'll hide all the bruises; I'll hide all the damage that's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coz I gave it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if you leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's time to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;** When will it end?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-1253964522374275783?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1253964522374275783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=1253964522374275783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1253964522374275783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/1253964522374275783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/09/pieces-dont-fit-anymore.html' title='~ ThE PiEcEs DoN&apos;t FiT aNyMoRe ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6778901419884201074</id><published>2007-08-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:52:44.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ThE PaInTeD CaNvAs ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The white canvas has been touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was painted with colors, mostly red &amp;amp; black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really want it to be blank, plain &amp;amp; white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Untouched in it's original state..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yet it has been unintentionally painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't reverse it so I  made changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I painted the whole canvas with white oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought I will feel better but it's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nobody wouldn't notice the differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yet I'm the one who holds the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's nothing I can do except learning to accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After all, black and red are a nice combination..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life without colors will not be called a life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aja.. Aja.. Fighting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6778901419884201074?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6778901419884201074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6778901419884201074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6778901419884201074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6778901419884201074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/08/painted-canvas.html' title='~ ThE PaInTeD CaNvAs ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4884055143330958152</id><published>2007-08-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:50:33.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 2 Separate Worlds ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's a lot of things going on in my mind 'n they made me feel dizzy. Do I feel sad? Yes.. Do I feel happy? Yes.. Which one I like the most? Both..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At some certain points in my life when things are always sunny, it is so bright dat I wish for some heavy rain to pour.. But when da days are too wet, I wanted so hard da sunlight to shine down on me again.. Weird huh?! I have my reasons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When things are not on da rite way, I have the opportunities to scream, shout, weep, angry, kicking ass and being moody as hell 'n I don't need to even care about others.. It is da time for me to be lost 'n alone into my own world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On da brighter day, I can be da other me.. Living life to da fullest, savoring every little taste of joy, laughing my heart out, 'n da best, being surrounded by the loved ones. It's priceless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yup, we should not live a life full with dark paths, neither we shud in a life full of gems.. A little bit of both, here 'n there will give us the perfect life.. Still, I don't want a perfect life, I just want to separate my world into 2.. for me.. 'n for my loved ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Complicated? Yes, I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4884055143330958152?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4884055143330958152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4884055143330958152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4884055143330958152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4884055143330958152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-separate-worlds.html' title='~ 2 Separate Worlds ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3642248670296784627</id><published>2007-08-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:46:53.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Gud Ol' Days ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really miss da gud ol' days back in school.. Da days when I was so young anything seemed so easy.. Forget all da puppy loves, crushes 'n fights, life is just easier without any responsibility.. They were da days I cud do anything without giving so much tots over it but still enjoyed them so much.. Any mistake was considered a lesson, later, life went on as usual and the lesson learned.. But when I get older, it's getting harder to act basically on my instinct anymore 'coz it's too risky.. There are others' feeling dat need to be taken care of.. Mistakes will eventually set the loved ones away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3642248670296784627?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3642248670296784627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3642248670296784627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3642248670296784627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3642248670296784627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/08/gud-ol-days.html' title='~ Gud Ol&apos; Days ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5964302037276802109</id><published>2007-06-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:44:41.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 4 iN ThE mOrNinG ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;br /&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in it's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' in everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till 4 in the morning and the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;And nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' in everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till 4 in the morning and the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you everything..&lt;br /&gt;Give you all of me..&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/985874212119399997-5964302037276802109?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5964302037276802109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5964302037276802109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5964302037276802109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5964302037276802109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-in-morning.html' title='~ 4 iN ThE mOrNinG ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-5290248224996611727</id><published>2006-10-07T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:42:22.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Recap ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It has been 1 1/2 months full with activities, events and stories. I think I better summarize them all in one entry rather than separate them by events. Here we go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Firstly, I attended my own celebration of achievement: my convocation on 11th of September! After 4 years of hard work and fun, I managed to achieve a second class upper degree! Congrats to myself, yeay! It was a memorable moment that I won't forget forever (the downside: it costs me a lot of money to buy souvenirs, photo and etc!) I had the chance to meet all of my frens especially the gud ones (sha, zeti, deana, fiesha, sop, and many mores), I realized how much I missed them to be around me :( I also met PK by a slim chance - he was already in the car to set off and I managed to stop him and snapped a picture with him. Hehe.. we always ym (after we left uum) but never been friends before. I like him, he's nice and cute, even my bf agreed with the compliment.. (PK, jangan perasan sangat yer!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A week later, I was outstationed in Penang for 4 days and I had fun too.. The hotel I stayed was right in front of Soho, but I'm not a clubbing person, so tak masuk la.. My nite activities with colleagues were shopping, hehe.. (girls will always be girls!) The traveling allowances that I'd get next month will cover the cost of my shopping spree, hopefully it will :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right after I came back from Penang I was tired, so I slept early and I forgot to call Zul on his birthday. He was the one who called me at 12.00 am asking me to wish and sing happy birthday to him.. Poor boy.. Sorry honey I didn't mean to forget your special day, I was just so tired.. And to make it worst, I was so busy for the couple of days later and I forgot to send any special sms @ friendster testi to properly wish him happy birthday.. Siannya kat Zul, seb baik dia tak merajuk.. I thought that was the worst thing I did to him but wait a minute, there's more.. Last week he came back to Kedah and he came to see me in SP. We berbuka with thai foods, sedapnya tomyam and sotong goreng tepung (our favorites!). Nak dijadikan cerita, lepas Zul dah hantar me balik and he went back to alor star, I did realize that I didn't give him any birthday card and I even FORGOT (again) to buy one!!! I called him and he said he was waiting the whole time if I would show some signs that I would hand him any card...Ooppss...I am a bad gf (only for this year!). Luckily a month before we had an agreement to exchange birthday presents in November. Kalo tak, ntah2 dengan birthday present pun lupa.. (gotta make a reminder to get the birthday present 2 weeks earlier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know what had happened to me and somehow I feel guilty towards him. So tomorrow I'm going out to buy a birthday card, hehe.. Dah almost 3 weeks past baru nak bagi card.. Kesian Zul.. I should buy the biggest card to undo my mistake (if only mistakes can be forgiven like this?!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok, that's what had happened during the past few weeks. I might skip some of the things which are not worth to tell.. I'm gonna make up to what I did to Zul. If I were him, I must be crazily mad.. Sorry honey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-5290248224996611727?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5290248224996611727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=5290248224996611727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5290248224996611727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/5290248224996611727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2006/10/recap.html' title='~ The Recap ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6139121092920096815</id><published>2006-08-26T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:34:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Pump Up The Balloon! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Zul had shortened his holidays due to his trip to Taman Negara and I'm left unattended since last thursday. We only managed to spend some time doing shoppings together in Penang last sunday. Last night, he called me to inform he got bitten by bees during his jungle trekking, luckily it was 1-2 bees! No worry, he'll be back in one piece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I weighed myself last night, instead of hoping to loose 4 kilos (I mentioned it in June's entry), I've actually gained another 2 kilos and that makes me 52 kg! Oh my goshhh! I did restrict myself not to eat more than I need and I was actually following a healthy diet by taking fruits as breakfast. Unfortunately, I got gastric early this month and my mom started forcing me to eat as much as I can, since then, eating has become my passion, hehe.. If I could gain 2 kilos in less than 1 month, I wonder how much I'm gonna gain in future?!! Tsskk... Tsskk.. Do call me 'pau' after this, that was what Zul called me 2 years ago when I ballooned myself from 47 kg to 55 kg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6139121092920096815?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6139121092920096815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6139121092920096815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6139121092920096815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6139121092920096815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2006/08/pump-up-balloon.html' title='~ Pump Up The Balloon! ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4936560948098878904</id><published>2006-08-25T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:32:42.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Sitting On A Hot Seat ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One of my chinese colleagues asked me a tough question today. She asked why I'm not wearing tudung while other muslim women do and she expressed her opinion that muslim women look prettier without tudung. Phewwww!! What a tough question to answer because I don't want to make her misunderstood what Islam is. I, myself bukannya baik/alim sangat, so I'm afraid I'd give her the wrong perspective of it. Wanna know what's my answer?! Firstly I told her, it's not about pretty or not, it's what the religion itself requires us to do. Then I said menutup aurat (covering skins and hairs) is compulsory in our religion but I can't comment further because it's my own choice not to wear it so it'll be between me and God. Besides, I also corrected her thinking that menutup aurat is only wearing tudung, so I explained to her about the scenario of wearing tudung with short sleeves shirt and tight shirt are also wrong in the context of Islam, but once again I said it's between the person and God.. If you choose the other way it should be then you have to deal with the sequences later. Then ada la I explained skit2 lagi..Phew!! I'm not ustazah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4936560948098878904?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4936560948098878904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4936560948098878904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4936560948098878904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4936560948098878904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2006/08/sitting-on-hot-seat.html' title='~ Sitting On A Hot Seat ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3778729281078524879</id><published>2006-08-20T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:29:54.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Beginning ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I failed to update more often than I did before, so I guess I shouldn't stop promise to myself. I'm gonna update this blog whenever I feel I like it, let it be weeks, months or years, as long as it's updated from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been working for almost 3 months now and it was quite an experience. I'm not gonna take back what I said in previous entry, working life is still suck but I think I'm starting to get naturally immunned to it (or should I say I'm starting to enjoy it??!!). My ego healed faster than ever, there's no laziness to go to office every morning even though waking up at 8 am is still a tough thing to do, I'm not feeling sleepy for the whole days, I don't have the eagerness to leave office at 5.30 pm.. Are they signs that I'm loving my job?? I guess so, hoyeaah!! As much as I like my job, I still can't prevent any bad day to happen, but who cares! Despite of some miscommunication with 1-2 colleagues, getting nagged by my senior, the 'not-my-dreamed-salary' thoughts, etc, everything is going fine. It's the experiences that count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3778729281078524879?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3778729281078524879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3778729281078524879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3778729281078524879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3778729281078524879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2006/08/beginning.html' title='~ The Beginning ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-7664699600911884790</id><published>2006-07-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:25:41.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Next Phase Of Life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It has been a month since the 1st day I started working and what can I comment is, this kind of life is not that easy compared to one I had while I was studying. Campus life is much more enjoyable and interesting because you can schedule your day without compromising any other things. It's not that everyday you have class at 8@9 AM and it does not take 8 hours a day to be in lecture hall. It's much more tiring to use your brain doing your work compared to use them in exams. By the time I left office at 6.30 PM, the first thing comes in my mind is dinner followed by my comfy bed! I cannot imagine how it's going to be after I got married and have children, hmmm it's going to be tough challenge I guess. Now I realize it's really hard to have my own income instead of being sponsored by parents. Besides, in office I am considered the newbie who doesn't know anything because I don't have the so-called 'experience'. After 16 years of getting ahead of everybody, scoring good grades and being amongst the top of the class, always being told that I'm good and smart, my ego has shaken a little bit. I don't mean to sing my own praises, it's just weird to be in this situation. It's really not comfortable when your colleagues keep explaining to you how to use Microsoft Word, Excel, etc despite of being told that I've already mastered the applications. I even took computer programming class and got an A for that and the last thing I want to hear is how to insert a cell in Excel! I didn't complain though, just assuming it as a revision :) I also kept my mouth shut when a mistype word in English had landed me an impression that I'm poor in that language! Haiyak.. I need to be patient, there'll be the time when I can shine again but right now I want to work hard and prove to myself and other people that I'm good. Maybe I have been in this comfort zone for too long until I forgot how to survive outside the zone. I have what it takes to be somebody who has great career with bright future lies ahead but the best is yet to come.. Time will show..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-7664699600911884790?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7664699600911884790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=7664699600911884790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7664699600911884790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/7664699600911884790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2006/07/next-phase-of-life.html' title='~ The Next Phase Of Life ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-4730896212885361656</id><published>2006-06-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:22:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Fat Me ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The ability of writing / expressing my feeling (on my blog) has started to wear off from my brain.. I've been out from dis world for almost a year now and it's hard to start all over again. Considered dat I've finished my study and now working 8 hours a day, the idea of updating my blog from day to day has become less important on my priority list. For my own sake, in other words, to maintain the fluent of my second language, I'm gonna try to be blogging-active :) Hmm.. Let's start.. I'm quite worry about my body nowadays, I've been eating everything for the past several months and the result is not as good as what I feel when eating.. I'm considering to be on diet as soon as possible so I can shed the extra kilos (4 exactly!) in 2 months. I'm gonna attend my graduation day in September with a slimmer body.. Right now I'm doing some reading in order to choose the best way to diet, but importantly not using pills! Gonna start soon, hopefully my attempt will show good results, amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-4730896212885361656?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4730896212885361656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=4730896212885361656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4730896212885361656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/4730896212885361656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2006/06/fat-me.html' title='~ The Fat Me ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-3012522912624776261</id><published>2006-05-19T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:19:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Damsel in Distress ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow!! Suddenly I get this urge to write again.. Maybe I'm having too much going on in my head I need to let it go or maybe, I just really want to write.. It's weird because my stories are always the negative ones rather than positive or happy thoughts. I guess things that make me happy are getting fewer and fewer nowadays. I have my loved ones around me yet I'm lonely and I don't know why from day to day I'm feeling that I've become a worst person than I was before and it's not a good sign, isn't it?? I'm having problems with myself or to be exact, my inner self. Couples of years ago I found a scratch on my dad's notebook (I'm pretty sure he didn't want it to be found but I keep it silent until now) sounded "I'm lonely even though I have you and your mother.." Honestly I was pretty shocked at that time and I didn't understand why he felt that way but now I know because I'm in the same situation. I feel lonely and isolated even though I have my family and my boyfriend around me all the time.. I don't know what I want but sometime I feel like I'm hopeless and too depending on others (mmm, actually others mean my boyfriend). I don't have many friends, I mean I have some but few that I'm really connected with. I'm not picky it's just that I don't feel comfortable with someone whom I don't share anything in common. Does getting older make me feels like this?? I'm only 23 and it's considered young and healthy.. but why I've become a girl or should I say a woman or a lady succumb to her own evil inner thoughts?? I keep having thoughts that I will be left alone and feeling suspicious that my boyfriend is not in love with me anymore. I have thrown a lot of tantrums lately for no big reason.. Am I a drama queen?? erm, I prefer damsel in distress.. I want to be somebody else, somebody who has a lot of money, independent, has great career ahead, many friends and live life happily but I guess it's hard to be the exact somebody with all the characteristics..It's just impossible rite?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-3012522912624776261?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3012522912624776261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=3012522912624776261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3012522912624776261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/3012522912624776261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2006/05/damsel-in-distress.html' title='~ Damsel in Distress ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-598968077671018503</id><published>2005-11-28T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:13:41.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Love and Hatred ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A quote said it takes a minute to haf a crush, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone, but it takes a LIFETIME to forget someone.. Yep! It's true but what if the person hurt you too deeply and made you want to forget him in any possible way?! It did happen when I broke up with my ex-bf 3 years ago. In order to forget him I forced myself to keep recalling and remembering every single bad thing he said or did to me. Even tho it seemed so harsh and cruel but the situation had left me to no choice which I gladly accepted adding to the fact dat I wanted so badly to make him go away from my mind. To no surprise, it really succeeded in some ways. Of course I can't totally erase him from my brain as to accomplish it I may need to loose my sanity but the important thing is how my mind portrays him. I no longer seeing him as the person whom I once loved but the person whom I loathe so much dat I want to kick him in the groin!! Till one point I was not able to remember any good memories wif him and to no regret I like it so much. I know it's no good to haf such a full of hatred towards someone it could haunt you for the rest of your life, but rite now my mind will absolutely backfires any attempt to accept him even as a fren. How am I going to be fren wif someone who cheated on me, called me stupid, said he was staying just because he pitied me during our last few months together, and even said to me I crashed his life?? Urghhh.. it's horrible to even typing these things. But there's one problem to dis, after all those bitter moments, painful break-up process, after-breakup arguments, he still wanna be fren wif me, he wanna stay connected to me just to tell me from time to time dat he misses me and he can't forget me. 3 years had passed and yet my world is still dawdle over him. Whenever I got one or two months quiet from him suddenly he'd send an sms, miscall or call me and it caused quite a disturbance to my life. It kept going like dat until 5 months ago where I totally put a stop to his behavior and managed to get more peaceful life. Today, we chatted thru YM and between a lot of rows we had while chatting he did tell me he has tried not to disturb me by deleting my number, my email and etc. Erm, dat's good and I hope he'll stick to dat. He always confess he still loves me as his first love.. I allow him to have dat kind of feeling towards me becoz I don't have power to make his feeling go away as long as he keeps his distance from me. If you read this Hafiz, I hope you'll note dat in mind.. Dat's all I needed for now and I'm very grateful to haf my heart opened again to Zul who mends everything and made me wanna live happily again and I can easily forget my ex-bf wif only a simple smile from a person who appreciates me.&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/985874212119399997-598968077671018503?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/598968077671018503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=598968077671018503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/598968077671018503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/598968077671018503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2005/11/quote-said-it-takes-minute-to-haf-crush.html' title='~ Love and Hatred ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-2827104482345025451</id><published>2005-11-27T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:13:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Boredom ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm starting to haf really weird feeling staying at home for too long.. When I got the news dat I was going to do my practical training in my hometown I was so happy I could jump high in the sky. At dat time the idea of staying at home for the whole 9 months seemed like heaven becoz I'm kinda mommy's girl and I always come home every weekends or fortnightly. But now I can totally see the difference by being back from time to time or staying for a long period.. To be honest dis is the longest time I'm staying at home in 7 years!! Started to attend MRSM since I was barely 16 had kept me away from home except for the weekends and school holidays. Later I continued wif matriculation and now currently pursuing my degree which also needs me to be away from home. As long as I can remember the longest time of me being at home was only for 3 months ++ and dat was after my SPM and during my semester breaks. The first 6-months was ok, I was so busy wif my practical training and couldn't care less to think about anything else. Despite the pressure and unhappiness at my workplace I thanked God to haf my parents around me. The good feeling started to wear off after I finished my practical because I haf nothing to do, no friends around me as always and no jalan-jalan after office hours with colleagues. Being the only child in the family has worsen my situation. I got bored wif my days, I barely go out and only got sunlight thru my windows, haha!! The best time is only on weekends where I can meet Zul or my friends. Kawan pun blaja kat macam2 tempat, so lagi susah nak jumpe.. What a boring life I'm living right now! I'm so eager to go back to campus by the end of December and meet all my friends there. Even though it's so weird to do assignments again, at least I haf something to do instead of doing nothing. The best thing is my friends will be around 24 hours and I miss them so much!&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/985874212119399997-2827104482345025451?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2827104482345025451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=2827104482345025451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2827104482345025451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/2827104482345025451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-starting-to-haf-really-weird-feeling.html' title='~ Boredom ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985874212119399997.post-6823837843315022024</id><published>2005-11-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:05:34.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Testing! Testing! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm.. It took me 5 months to start blogging again, I didn't know why but I guess the old boring page had been one of the reasons. At first I thought to change the layout of my previous blog but in the end I decided a whole new blog will do (I just deleted the most active blog I ever had.. Sob.. Sob..). So here I am with a new layout which is quite simple, new url, new title, new stories and everything is new except me.. Welcome friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/985874212119399997-6823837843315022024?l=dustypixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6823837843315022024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=985874212119399997&amp;postID=6823837843315022024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6823837843315022024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/985874212119399997/posts/default/6823837843315022024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustypixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/testing-testing.html' title='~ Testing! Testing! ~'/><author><name>Dusty Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062949645911644802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb-CuaOOFBY/Tb0pmPD6FdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/inLaASBNu8s/s220/163997_10150105508730132_517555131_8088643_8061328_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
