<?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-4095684782033471609</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:17:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pefect Life Fairytale</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-5189451917732629515</id><published>2009-07-30T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:16:43.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN WEBCAM-ING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I apologizes. I really have to delete my other blog because I can't always spend my entire free time doing blogging. So, this is the only blog that I will use forever, perhaps?  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here goes the conversations &amp;amp; webcam-ing at msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/msn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/msn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/msn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/msn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/msn5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/msn6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/msn7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, we are crazy. We got so bored so this is the only way for us to relieve our bored-ness.&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/4095684782033471609-5189451917732629515?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5189451917732629515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5189451917732629515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/ebuddy.html' title='MSN WEBCAM-ING'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-5989066381118471703</id><published>2009-07-29T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:58:15.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up this morning at 8.45am. I eventually force myself, to wake myself up before my brother came back home from work. If I were still sleeping, he would probably shout at my ears and said "POMPAN GILER, BANGUN LAH, TIDOR JE" or he might took a bottle of water spray, and spray at my face, and my phobia for waking up is water spray. Yes, it really pissing me off much. That's what my brother &amp;amp; mum will do at me. I go straight to the bathroom and washed my face and pee, of course. And brother just got home. Hah! And mum is leaving home to Tampines, she's practically wanted to buy something at wet market at Tampines Street 81. Wow, I missed that place, my childhood where I used to live, what I mean is the place there and not living inside the wet market. Hah! And brother off to sleep after a night shift of working. And I proceed to my room and go online. While I was online-ing, I display my status as Away because I'm away to shower. Fifteen minutes later, I'm back. And I check out my blog. Although I'm kinda pretty much seriously bored, so yeah, I chat with Mathilde. I forgot to mention, I helped her out in her blog, her blog seems too simple, so there you go, I change the template into a nice one, but still, she have not update some of her codes thingy, but exactly it is, just check her blog out. Anyway, I am still unemployed. I need to send in more resumes more to each and every companies &amp;amp; goverments. I need my Diploma asap. In order to get a diploma, I must work to pay the fees, morning to afternoon working, and in the evening to night studying. So, I do hope I'll get a job. And dad keeps praying to ALLAH, so that I'll get a job one day. Thanks dad for praying for me. Mungkin pada waktu ketika ini bukan rezeki kikin dulu, insyaallah suatu hari nanti ALLAH akan memberi kikin rezeki. 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/4095684782033471609-5989066381118471703?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5989066381118471703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5989066381118471703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-down.html' title='Going Down'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2913545856187222529</id><published>2009-07-28T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:44:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not my mirror, okay! Picture taken at my parents bedroom, so it's my parents mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on, clean the mirror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28072009251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean the mirror, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28072009252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aww, I've always managed to captures one and only the last photos so far. The only last images which could be always nice. I look skinny here. But I got fats in my tummy. Wanna know why? I ate too much of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28072009255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um, my latest photos so far. I am still not confident in taking pictures, but still &lt;em&gt;photography&lt;/em&gt; is in my blood. I'm still admiring all thoe &lt;em&gt;photography&lt;/em&gt; which have got to make me inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And oh, I almost forgot. I ride a cab at Century Square taxi stand, and I saw a touch screen which was out up at the car seat. I wanted to play with it, but I'm afraid it might cost, and I have to bloody paid extra cash. Nevermind. I've been wondering of taking a video of it, so yeah, here's the video. Note, video below here is private at my youtube profile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5II6UyC0Ws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5II6UyC0Ws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How cool was that? Um, am I kinda lame? Nevermind. Well excuse for a second. On the other hand, I'm feeling so excited of it. =.= JAKON UH!! So inspiring ...&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/4095684782033471609-2913545856187222529?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2913545856187222529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2913545856187222529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1523507039828941986</id><published>2009-07-25T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:28:57.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/359ec1y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2mzd1n9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/sm9739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I searched at Yahoo images and found only 3 photos that makes me impressed.&lt;/strong&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/4095684782033471609-1523507039828941986?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1523507039828941986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1523507039828941986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/vintage-fashion.html' title='Vintage Fashion'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/359ec1y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3341378854112073828</id><published>2009-07-25T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:03:30.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been two days, I never update anything. I'm kinda really having a 'no free time' as a matter of fact even though I do always stay at home all day, but that doesn't mean I absolutely have 24 hours of free time. No, big &lt;strong&gt;NO NO&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anywya, photos below here are ALL taken today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/25072009203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not my mirror. It's my sister mirror. She's kinda lazy to clean her mirror. Lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/25072009211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my hair. Its so long loose wave curly. Its natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/25072009204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate my computer back there. Its driving me insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/25072009207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, my make-up is natural. I can't believe it. I did it myself without any help from others. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/25072009208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Red Nails are beautiful &amp;amp; dashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/25072009210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See, this are the old times music cd's. Its the 80's &amp;amp; 90's. Which my sister &amp;amp; brother still keeping it.  We still got more ...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/25072009213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, this are the only thing which can help me update my blog. I post photos here and there to make it interesting, for myself &amp;amp; others as well. But sometimes, it lame &amp;amp; boring. Nevertheless, keep updated, Shikin!  :)&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/4095684782033471609-3341378854112073828?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3341378854112073828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3341378854112073828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_9767.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4517200311626780622</id><published>2009-07-23T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:35:58.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine . H1N1 latest case</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm improving much? I know I may get things not for granted, or might as well, love changing of blog templates. Just call me weirdo, whatever you want to. I don't really fcuking care. Basically, I really admire my latest &amp;amp; new blog template instead the previous one. The previous one might load pretty slow, and the navigations thingy, I hate navigations, straightforward. So yeah, I found a simple one at blogskins, and check this out, MY BLOG. Um, I still need to improve &amp;amp; upgrade more of things in here, but still, I don't really have much time. I know I'm a kickass girl who stay at home whole day, for some think I got 100% free time to do this and that, but no, I'm not like that. I have my own limits. I plan my own time, a routine for myself in using the computer. Frankly, the limit of using a computer is 2 times in a day, followed by the next day and so on. I am not like half of the people who uses the computer like entire hours for more than 4 hours. I don't wanna hurt my eyes, otherwise I will be rabun, I don't like wearing spectacles, so uncomfortable. Even though I'm addicted to online free games, I don't get so addicted to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 4.27pm now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And by the way, read this news at Yahoo &amp;amp; Channel News Asia (Singapore), click on the link!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20090722/tap-as-china-iphone-suicide-3rd-ld-write-bb10fb8.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20090722/tap-as-china-iphone-suicide-3rd-ld-write-bb10fb8.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A man who apparently commited suicide by killed himself after a prototype went missing, and Apple Inc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/444055/1/.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/444055/1/.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Singapore, two patients died on wednesday related to H1N1 swine flu case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going to NTUC Fairprice at Rivervale Mall later evening. Gonna do some groceries shopping with mummy again.&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/4095684782033471609-4517200311626780622?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4517200311626780622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4517200311626780622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/routine-h1n1-latest-case.html' title='Routine . H1N1 latest case'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-5112786584215799038</id><published>2009-07-22T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:01:34.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untrue Bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was touched by surprised when I heard this. The truth is that I still haven't get a job. Surprised much? And I have a little common, hardly surprising, since I had my hard time sending out my resume through emails, I completely can't stand this. But not exactly what I'd call a untrue bond. On the other hand, my nails. It's still red now. But it's kinda messy. Straightfrorward, I am no good in applying nail colour on my nails. But in order not to applied by ourselves, we can just go to a nail shop and do there, we'll we still need money eventually. Precisely! Therefore, another story about my past life, and that's something that scars someone for life and therefore cemented our friendship, they break the chain. Although, it doesn't consider to me much, but still, I managed to control my temper, lose a friend, you will get another one. However, if someone is painfully been hurt by a friend, he/she 's still won't forget that person, much as it as friends even though it hurts her/him. But to me, I don't let her/him think negavity to get them down. I'm conviced that friendship is much more important by anyone, if you and your friends keep moving on and all in this together, I assume it's going to work out great - whom we'll be giving up to, since it is, technically, breaking down. So read my advice, care your loved ones, and don't ever leave out your family.&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/4095684782033471609-5112786584215799038?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5112786584215799038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5112786584215799038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/untrue-bond.html' title='Untrue Bond'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8315756108563677117</id><published>2009-07-21T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:44:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quick French Twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-Fue-h1zlw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-Fue-h1zlw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love Quick French Twist. It's so neat. I'm gonna try it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXfR1WiJv6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXfR1WiJv6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUHrJYCSmYU&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUHrJYCSmYU&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More on how-to hair tutorial, visit this 2 websites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pursebuzz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.pursebuzz.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/binosusume/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/binosusume/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ta Jie bought for me Seventeen magazine (august issue) yesterday, and till now I have not read yet. Maybe I need a little of persuasion. Lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT A BLOODY JOB !!&lt;/strong&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/4095684782033471609-8315756108563677117?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8315756108563677117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8315756108563677117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-french-twist-this-is-what-i.html' title='French Twisted'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7180788860943452423</id><published>2009-07-21T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:28:08.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/19072009176-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got so boring while watching tv. So, I decided to take a snap. I love my red nails. So dashing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/20072009182-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/20072009185-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my current &amp;amp; latest photos so far which I captured a day ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More updates later afternoon ...&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/4095684782033471609-7180788860943452423?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7180788860943452423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7180788860943452423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8386299484297514521</id><published>2009-07-19T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:58:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/18072009162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I deleted the previous post. Its nothing much important. My red painted nails is so bloody nice. But my fingers are pretty short as, I have to cut it. I'm gonna keep it longer and it will look nice with painted nails. Today's sunday nothing seems to be much interesting, I guess. Um, why not I post my pictures of Fashion? And oh, downtown Fashionista? Yes, I finally got this idea. So, pictures of people in the Streets of Fashion plus me will be right up soon. I might be a little busy, and when I'm in a free time, I'm always lazy. So, just keep look out for my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stay tuned.&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/4095684782033471609-8386299484297514521?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8386299484297514521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8386299484297514521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-nails.html' title='Red Nails'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3302205899689594265</id><published>2009-07-15T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:39:20.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, I'm 100% or more than that addicted to MAKE-UP tutorials. Thanks to najiah. Haha. Thank you for all the videos. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, cool s***. I love the black glitters, looks like golden. But anyway, I still need to keep on learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8HxdHOHDBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8HxdHOHDBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love she do the braid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaZnrKAWpjM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaZnrKAWpjM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go here to view directly PurseBuzz Hair techniques site : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hair.pursebuzz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://hair.pursebuzz.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or her homepage :  &lt;a href="http://www.pursebuzz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.pursebuzz.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's awesome. She's got the style. She's got the look. She knows make-up tutorial. She knows hair-do's. She knows EVERYTHING. Impressive!&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/4095684782033471609-3302205899689594265?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3302205899689594265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3302205899689594265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-im-100-or-more-than-that.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7721880804840074298</id><published>2009-07-15T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:12:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/10sg4kh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, all this &lt;s&gt;while&lt;/s&gt; 3 years, my sister gave me her Vans Shoe, because she no longer fit into that shoe. As I wear, woah, cun-cun ah. I am so happy. I have this shoe. I'm gonna wear it one fine day. I got big problem wearing her shoes, as her feet size &amp;amp; mine, she's much bigger than mine, I mean her feet. Lol! My size is 6. I know small. Hehe. And hers, size 8 or 9. Giant! Haha. The so-called no problem is clothes. Us, we have the same size. But I'm taller than her. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yay, this coming saturday, my family except my brother, we are going to Johor Bahru, Malaysia. The place called, Gelang Patah. We're gonna visit my cousin. Oh, my nieces &amp;amp; nephews are celebrating their birthdays earlier because next month is the fasting month. Can't no longer celebrate. I miss BOTAK! I wanna kiss kiss him when I see him. My favorite nephew.  :)  The gondol one. Cannot tahan his gondol-ness. I feel like piat his ear. Oh no, I have to write that bloody white form to enter Malaysia, 4 of them, its all me. I have to write for my family.  =.=  &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/4095684782033471609-7721880804840074298?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7721880804840074298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7721880804840074298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/vans.html' title='Vans'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/10sg4kh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1881877401885572128</id><published>2009-07-15T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:16:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MDIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so excited. Yesterday, I was discussing about my Private Diploma on which school should I take up to. So, brother recommended me Management Developement Institute of Singapore (MDIS). Oh, yes finally. He showed me MDIS Directory of Programmes and Services July - December 2009. So, I read every single courses in Diploma that they had. Wow, I love them all. As my brother, he really wanna pursue his degree at MDIS Uni, and me MDIS Diploma. The siblings in MDIS. Haha. So yeah, I'm gonna work from morning till afternoon, and then, headed to school in the evening till night. I wanna save my money for my fees. Yes. But when should I enrol? The commencement of class is July, August, September, October, November &amp;amp; December intake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go here to view directly of the school : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mdis.edu.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.mdis.edu.sg/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, I am still thinking what courses should I take up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This are the courses which I really need to choose, only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MDIS Business School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diploma in Business Management (Incorporating Professional Certificate in Business Management)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mdis.edu.sg/ProgrammeDetails.aspx?pid=8000087"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mdis.edu.sg/ProgrammeDetails.aspx?pid=8000087&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diploma in Business Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mdis.edu.sg/programmes/business-management-diploma-singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mdis.edu.sg/programmes/business-management-diploma-singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MDIS School of Media &amp;amp; Communications&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diploma in Mass Communications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mdis.edu.sg/programmes/mass-communication-diploma-singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mdis.edu.sg/programmes/mass-communication-diploma-singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diploma in Mass Communications (Incorporating Professional Certicate in Marketing &amp;amp; Communications Management)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mdis.edu.sg/ProgrammeDetails.aspx?pid=8000063"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mdis.edu.sg/ProgrammeDetails.aspx?pid=8000063&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MDIS School of Tourism &amp;amp; Hospitality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diploma in Travel, Tourism and Hospitality Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mdis.edu.sg/programmes/diploma-travel-tourism-singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mdis.edu.sg/programmes/diploma-travel-tourism-singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diploma in Travel, Tourism and Hospitality Management (Incorporating Professional Certificate in Business Management)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mdis.edu.sg/ProgrammeDetails.aspx?pid=8000085"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mdis.edu.sg/ProgrammeDetails.aspx?pid=8000085&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So how, people? Confused huh? I still need to keep on reading what the courses do. But anyway, I am really keen interested in Mass Communications. Seriously!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HELP 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/4095684782033471609-1881877401885572128?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1881877401885572128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1881877401885572128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/mdis.html' title='MDIS'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6385073535375567513</id><published>2009-07-09T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:31:17.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Confident. Be Brave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fashion. I love FASHION!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fabulous! But the tatoos, eek. I don't really like those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/3314247028_4a3db37ecd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The drawings. Impressive much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/2112362015_7a644fd2d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not bad, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/2112362119_476a6b1ae1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see, I really am a fanatic of Fashion. Don't ask me why. You don't need to be afraid of wearing those ugly fashion. Be confident. And be brave enough. Every fashions, I support.&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/4095684782033471609-6385073535375567513?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6385073535375567513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6385073535375567513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_09.html' title='Be Confident. Be Brave.'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8665264484298632475</id><published>2009-07-09T12:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:17:54.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/3702600777_0743ddfbcb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/NitecClassPhoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, the first photo was taken last day of school in November before Final Exams in December. And the last photo was a Class Photo, some didn't turn up, so, memories to the Class Photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm kinda miss UO0801F (OF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could turn back in time, and spend most of my time with the crazy &amp;amp; noisy OF gangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As mention first photo above ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The girl with the up-do's hair, that's me. Yea! I love my hair highlight color. I wore spec's because my eyes are swollen. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The girl with the sad &amp;amp; boring face is Fahadah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The girl with black cardigan is Maii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The girl with a bag, and taking something out from her bag is Aisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lastly, the girl with the cute hair, which I thought she wore a wig, but exactly she cut &amp;amp; straighten her hair is Mages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This are the most important people in my life that I truly miss them (the friends &amp;amp; the close friends) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Siti Hajar , Fahadah , Aisha , Mages , Maii, Azimah , Diana , Afiq , Hambali , Kenneth , Nadia , Teng-Teng , Carol , Alicia , Fida , Nabilla &amp;amp; Ming Zhen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another post later afternoon ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-8665264484298632475?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8665264484298632475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8665264484298632475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember.html' title='Remember?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7358371593243449851</id><published>2009-07-08T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:03:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairstyles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am very interested in various types of hairstyles. I am really attracted to the many kinds of techniques in up-do's. So, here's are all for everyone out there to look out for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very Short Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/veryshort1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/veryshort2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/veryshort.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Short Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/short2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/short.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/short1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/short3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Medium Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/medium1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/medium2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/medium3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/medium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/normallong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/normallong1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/normallong2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/normallong3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Half Up-Do's Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/half-updo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/half-updo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/half-updo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/half-updo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whole Up-Do's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/promupdo-bun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/updo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/updo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Normal / Prom Hair (for the long hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="321" src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/prom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/prom1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wedding Brides (for the medium &amp;amp; long hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/wedding1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For more images, advices etc on hairstyles, visit :  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(1)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hairstylesdesign.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.hairstylesdesign.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(2) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehairstyler.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.thehairstyler.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(3) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hairstyleswatch.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.hairstyleswatch.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(4) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hairstyle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.hairstyle.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(5)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latest-hairstyles.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.latest-hairstyles.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Images as you see at the top, all were grab at ALL THIS 5 SITES above.&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/4095684782033471609-7358371593243449851?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7358371593243449851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7358371593243449851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_08.html' title='Hairstyles'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6763318706187347128</id><published>2009-07-04T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:24:19.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO BACK HOME poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its 10.12pm. I am sleeping right now. My timing to sleep is, by 11pm. I will probably log off later on. So yeah, I'm gonna update something now. I still got no other things to figure it out on what should I post 'another post' today. A little consideration to every single one of you out there. So why not write a poem? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its so dark outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can see the shining stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Moon strikes to a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is to light up the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awaiting for the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can no longer wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Find a good reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It can't be answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walking alone in the dark night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Strangers are everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Afraid or Scared is what we thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We find a crowded place for us to be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It cannot be surrounded by nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walking and Waited for a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;None seems to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take out a handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And call a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ride a cab and GO BACK HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha. Funny lah. Or I assume its stupid and lame, I suppose. Who's agree with me? Lol! Macam story telling gitu.&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/4095684782033471609-6763318706187347128?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6763318706187347128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6763318706187347128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-back-home-poem.html' title='GO BACK HOME poem'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3218914008266123717</id><published>2009-07-04T16:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:46:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Sultan . Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Headed to Jalan Sultan yesteday noon. Go to a shop called Ignite Pro. Closed. Headed to Arab Street, Kampong Glam Cafe and eat. Go back to Ignite Pro, still closed. Call the owner of the shop, he's on his way. Went inside and I seat at the sofa. Sister &amp;amp; Niza planned to customize their Metal shirt. One hour later, off we go back to Textile Centre carpark, go back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know about SAF 21-year-old chinese men was run over by Land Rover at Seletar Camp yesterday morning? My brother was called and rushed to the scene. The men was sent to CGH, but he was pronounced dead at 1.07pm. The men was a very nice guy. He didn't smoke, drink &amp;amp; go clubbing. He was run over by a 1-2 tonnes Land Rover. I nearly cried heard that news. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't like Panadol Extra. So hard to swallow it. And its big. But mum force me to eat as I got high fever just now. She gave me a flu, fever etc ... medicine. So many lah. I said "Are you trying to kill me? What if I overdose?". Lol! And now my fever is down to 38.3C from 39.8C. Hehe. But I feel my body is shaking, I'm feeling weak. Ah, don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was so embarrased just now. I was seating down at the sofa watching tv, I have not shower yet as it was 11am. Lol! So then, I saw a cute chinese guy walking along my corridor. I just ignore him. Then, he saw me and said "Hello! I'm from NUS. I am here would like to collect old newspapers, clothes. Do you have any of those?". And I said "I'm sorry. I don't have any right now". He said "Okay. Thanks. Goodbye!". I feel like crying cause I got a 'just woke up from bed' look &amp;amp; hair. My hair is so messy macam singa lapar. Malu nye aku. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ... baru bangun dari tidur katekan. I don't know why I woke up late today. I feel so weird. I usually woke up at 7am. Helped mummy with housework. Haha. Nevermind. I feel like going to Arab Street again. So much fun there yesterday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I need to re-start again on my Photography &amp;amp; Editing. I really need a high quality camera like those Photographer used. I really need that. I wanna borrow from anyone. I must go out take photos ... but I need people to accompany me and teach me. I need a tutor to teach me Photography. He/She has some experience in any relevant education courses or jobs. You don't have to be professional, do you? Lol! I wish I am holding onto Photographer camera one day ... I need help based on this.&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/4095684782033471609-3218914008266123717?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3218914008266123717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3218914008266123717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/jalan-sultan.html' title='Jalan Sultan . Photography'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-5763681131790853343</id><published>2009-07-02T11:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:06:09.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast . Scary . Creepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Transformers - Revenge of The Fallen is hugely awesome. Damn, the cinema I went was a crazy blast, it's called THE GRAND CATHAY with so comfortable big seats, big cinema, wide screen, cool fantastic sound effect &amp;amp; there's curtains presenting the movie. Lol! I incredibly enjoy the movie. But the worst thing is, I was attack by a serious flu while watching the movie. Even though I got this flu, but still, I managed to concentrate on the movie. There's many funny parts that I laughed. There's this old-timer robot who was exactly an evil robot last time, but now, he kicked to Autobots side. He's so nice. And the twin robots. They are so cute. And btw, Bumble Bee so mean - when the twin are fighting (you know siblings) Bumble Bee separate them away. And Bumble Bee push the twin. Haha. Bumble Bee so funny. Who said Optimus Prime died? Yes, he was really dead while fighting with Megatron and his slaves (lol!) and to protect Sam. At the final part where location takes place at Egypt, Sam brings Optimus Prime back to live. I don't wanna explain every single thing to you. You gotta watch it. Urgh, there's this girl around 14 years of age seating next to me, I hate her, she can't seat still. Fcuk you! Psst: I bet there's gonna be Transformers Part 3. Coz the ending part was not really finished. And the evil Megatron is still alive. I wish I can killed Megatron. Lol! Wait, the old cartoons has now its own movie but what about Captain Planet, Captain America? Please make a movie of those! :)&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/4095684782033471609-5763681131790853343?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5763681131790853343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5763681131790853343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-blast.html' title='Blast . Scary . Creepy'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2994816155441846006</id><published>2009-07-01T15:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:06:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor Travels Faster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wake up to pounding. At first I think the pounding is just coming from inside my head. I don't know why I feel so tired today. Instead for some reason, I'm always tired. My body is getting weak. I open my eyes, not recognizing where I am for a few moments. And though I can't believe what I'm seeing, and I'm positive my tired, hungover eyes are playing tricks on me. No, No, that's really true. Then my vision clears, and I see what I had originally taken from pink sassy walls. Truthfully, it's way hard to find a guy who is nice, easy-going, independent, trustworthy, honest &amp;amp; gentlemen. Most guys I've seen that surrounded me was like 'pimp', 'womanizer' &amp;amp; 'flirting'. And oh 'hook-up'. Fyi, I don't hook-up. I'm just a girl who loves her boyfriend if he's not a pimp, wominizer, flirt &amp;amp; hook-up. So the fact I'm saying is, it could not be last-long, like I said 'flirt' seeing other girls. Still, this doesn't change anything. I kindly enjoys family bonding. But my mind. Okay let me tell you a true story about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first crush when I was Primary 2 (8 year-old). Yes, too young to have a crush on someone. But you know at that age, you don't know anything about love. So then, when I was in Primary 5 (11-year-old), I found another crush someone, this time my classmate. So, I just pretending not to like him. Okay, when I finally enter High School in Secondary 1 (13-year-old), I never yet found or had a crush on someone. And I know High School is important, at the end of my fourth year where I am sitting for my GCE 'N' Level exam, it's way partly important. During my High School years, usually I had a crush on someone, he has to be older than me, so its my senior. And I know I was really a nerd, like seriously, no lie! So, I later change my mind, I promise myself not to have a crush on someone till I'm 21. But that's kinda lame, anyway. Finally, I managed to enter ITE College East, and found my 1st ever crush in ITE. If ya wanna know, I have 4 crushes (had a crush on him) in the same school. And no, I don't wanna like my classmate as a matter of fact. You can't promise yourself not to like or had a crush on someone with the stopped. You can't do that. What comes around, comes around. And what bygones, is bygones. So, now I nearly had a crush on someone, this time, its different. You shouldn't have to know. I keep thinking and wondering should I go through the motions or just halfway. And guess what, I decided to stop. Psst, you can't split Me &amp;amp; Robert Pattinson, for now. Hehe. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there you go, you already know my true life. And oh, The City which will be shown in MTV, well, that's sucks. They said its a true story. While I said, NO! So fake. They're acting like, example - A cameraman follows them everywhere they go. And you, there should be a privacy/personal part where you don't want anyone else to know, right? But then, they yet show it. Isn't that so fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Headed up to The Cathay - Dhoby Ghaut tonight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's hot!&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/4095684782033471609-2994816155441846006?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2994816155441846006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2994816155441846006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/rumor-travels-faster.html' title='Rumor Travels Faster'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-9173233450294431245</id><published>2009-07-01T11:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:03:15.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers - Revenge of The Fallen TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again. Eh, wrong phrases. Should be "Tonight will be the night that I'm going to watch Transformers - Revenge of The Fallen". Go on laugh at me for still not watching Transformers. But this time it must be the hit time. I &amp;amp; my siblings will be watching at The Cathay, Dhoby Ghaut. Woot. Big cinema, more comfortable seat, big sreen, huge loud powerful sound effect &amp;amp; there's curtains, grand cinema la - presenting Transormers in action, I mean on the screen. Lol! But the cost of the tickets expensive siol. Lol! Nevermind. Watching Transformers must have those, so it will be gerek, baby! I heard from someone that Optimus Prime died while protecting Sam. Is that true? Omg, I really like Optimus Prime. He's the leader in Autobots, but he died. Anyway, sister gonna fetch us here from her workplace at 6pm+ or 7pm+ and off we go straight to The Cathay. Gggaaaahhhhh, tak sabar la! I can't wait to meet my new boyfriend, guess who? It's none other than Bumble Bee. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;End of this July month, next movie Harry Potter and The Fcuking Voldemort Attacks Hogwarts Wizards of the Waverly Place. Nyeh kidding! It's Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. Lol! Later evening, I have to pack my stuff's and put inside my bag with this items - 2 handkerchiefs (in case I got flu at the cinema) , 1 vicks (is a must!) , thick jacket (its way cold inside the cinema) , make-up (common thing) , comb (common) , wallet (not important for today!) , MP3 (maybe) etc ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't wait New Moon (hottie Edward Cullen) &amp;amp; Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince in the upcoming movies ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday, brother wants me to send him one song through bluetooth, and he said "Lagu ape ah ni, nyanyian dia gini - "Forget yesterday, we will make the great escape". And I was thinking what song was it, I know its so obvious that the title of the song was clearly mention and I still don't know what is it. Kental. Then, I remembered. I said "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh, The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls". He said "Eh oh, send aku!". And I bluetooth to him. Haha. And this morning, he just got home from work night-shift, he throw his smelly shirt at me. Wtf kan? Then, he went off to sleep as he was very tired. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister recently called me. Here's the conversation between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*pick-up the home phone call*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister : Edward mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : *shocked* Huh, really no lie? Don't play play ah. I know he's not dead, and you bedek me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister : *laughs* Hahahahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Kalau Edward mati, macam mane dia nak berlakon New Moon, lagi pun sekarang diorang tgh preparations acting for New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister : Tukar orang ah. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Tak nak ah tak best Edward tak de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister :  Kite ade tak Seventeen magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me :  Ape month issue? I got July nye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister :  Ah okay then I no need to buy. And CLEO ade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me :  Ade la ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister :  Got meh ...I thought you never buy. Buy already then never tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me :  I tell you already but you bo-layan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister : Haha. K bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : You call me just because of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister : Hahahahahahaa ... play play also cannot meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Cannot. Don't like! *laughs* K lah bye ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*put down the phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gonne eat now. Lapar la. Naik jugak badan aku. Lol!&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/4095684782033471609-9173233450294431245?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9173233450294431245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9173233450294431245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-revenge-of-fallen-tonight.html' title='Transformers - Revenge of The Fallen TONIGHT'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3705733359406751832</id><published>2009-06-29T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:07:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's really good. He is Thaqif. I'm attracted with his voice not the person. Truly, he has an amazing voice. I wish my future boyfriend has amazing voice like him. Lol! I don't know this guy here. But I think I know this guy by the name of Thaqif. He seems very familiar to me like I've seen him somewhere before. Um. I can't remember. But anyway, go here &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/thaqif123"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/thaqif123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt; to check his videos at youtube. Incredibly awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4095684782033471609-3705733359406751832?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3705733359406751832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3705733359406751832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Music'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4160658830142301977</id><published>2009-06-27T22:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:52:30.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampong Ubi CC . Geylang . Vivo City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, here comes the story that you've been waiting for. On the day of 25th June, the day King-of-Pop Michael Jackson died, um, where didn't know he's dead, so got to know he's dead the day after. Lol. On that day itself - 25th June, Aisha &amp;amp; Me gone to Recruitment Fair (private) at Kampong Ubi CC. Okay, I'm gonna tell you what happen before we head over to Kampong Ubi CC. I waited for Aisha at Eunos Interchange, and seated opposite facing Eunos Mrt Station, waited for her almost 1 hour. So, I see humans walking, cat-walking, jay-walking. Lol! Oh, I seated next to a grandmother, not my grandma lah. She's wearing a white scarf wrap around her head (tudung), white dress. As I was about to seat next to her, I feel abit awkward, my skin hair is freaking me out. I didn't thought that she was a ghost or something, but she seems scaring me. She seat all alone next to me. About 30 minutes later, she stood up and walk-away, I thought of looking at her while she was walking plus looking at her feet whether is her feet touches the ground, as I turn my head to the right, she was gone, like vanished just like that. Omg! Is she a ... probably! Nevermind. Then, Aisha's came 25 minutes later. We walked to Kampong Ubi CC. Before entering the hall, there's a temperature screening. Hate it. Soon, she gave us an application form. There are various types of jobs recruitment, so, we find a place to seat to fill in our forms. Unfortunately, we don't have a pen. So, we decided to find a pen outside. We walked around outside CC to find a pen shop, but nothing seems to be found. ZZZzzZZzzzZZZzzz. So, we went back to the CC and waited outside the office, Aisha saw a man holding a pen. So, she gave it a try to borrow a pen from him, thank god, he let us borrow his pen. We fill-on our forms. And finally, I gave it back to the man, saying "Thank you sir *smile". And walked away. We enter the hall and go to Healthcare. We waited for our turn to be interviewed individual. Alamak, I hate the interviewer. She's so bloody rude. Fcuk you! I was talking, and she didn't listen attentively, like looking elsewhere. I feel like showing *middle finger* to her. Then, its Aisha's turn. She also said that the interviewer was also rude. So then, we headed to Geylang to eat, walked all the way to Geylang Food near Payar Lebar MRT. So, then we decided to go Vivo City. And yeah ... cam-whore ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_46831-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_46831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4676.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_46771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Kaki aku cramp lah, abeh ade semut-semut jugak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you spot my 'boncet' tummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Really Really need to do work-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sit-ups, important, must do regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/100_4739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see, the photos was not originally by Aisha's camera - I mean it was original but the editing, I edited it. I love it, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;K bye ...&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/4095684782033471609-4160658830142301977?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4160658830142301977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4160658830142301977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/kampong-ubi-cc-geylang-vivo-city.html' title='Kampong Ubi CC . Geylang . Vivo City'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1024770591300292871</id><published>2009-06-27T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:18:10.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) The person who asked me to do?&lt;br /&gt;` Janet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him or her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Friends since Secondary 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Your first impression on him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Quiet girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Your most memorable moment with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` High School days. Fun indeed. But only spent 2 years at the same class. And the other 2 years, different class.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) The most memorable thing you said to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` What ah? Idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) If him/her becomes your lover? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` No. We can't. And we are not lesbians.  =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) If him/her becomes your lover, what would you like him/her to improve on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` No. We're just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) If him/her becomes your enemy, what will you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` No, she will not be my enemy. And I know she's the nicest person I ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) If him/her becomes your enemy, what will be the reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` There's no other reasons for me to spit it out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Um, maybe we should hang-out some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) Your overall impression on her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Nicest &amp;amp; Quiet girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) The characteristic you love most about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` About me now. How do I love myself? Tell me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13) The characteristic you hate most about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Selfish-ness. Depending ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14) The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` I wanna be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15) For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` The ones I care are Aisha, Siti Hajar, Fahadah &amp;amp; Janet. No one likes me. As if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16) Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Siti Hajar&lt;br /&gt;2) Aisha&lt;br /&gt;3) Janet&lt;br /&gt;4) Aiiri&lt;br /&gt;5) Fahadah&lt;br /&gt;6) Azimah&lt;br /&gt;7) Irzah&lt;br /&gt;8) Syaza&lt;br /&gt;9) Sahar&lt;br /&gt;10) Najiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Go to her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18) Is 9 a male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19) If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Nooooo. They are both females, and they can't be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20) Where is 2 studying at the moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` She just like me. No schooling atm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21) When was the last time you had a chat with 3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` A few hours ago through our own blog. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22) What kind of music does 8 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23) Does 1 have any siblings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Yes. Younger brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24) Will you woo number 3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Your head. My friend, Janet. I'll not woo her. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25) How about 7? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Your head again. She's my senior, and I treat her like my 1 year older sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26) Is 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` How would I know. Ask him. Go to his blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27) What's the surname of 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` We muslim's doesn't have surname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28) What's the hobby of 5? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` She seems into various types of sports. And she love singing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29) Do 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` No. 9 is in a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30) Where is 4 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Serving NS la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31) Say something casual about your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Big eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32) Have you tried developing feelings for 5? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` You have got to be kidding me. No way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33) What colours does 4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` I only know he likes black. Is it true? Idk la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34) Are 5 and 1 good friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Kinda. And they know eachother very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35) Does 7 like 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` You head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36) How did you get to know 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` ITE College East (Simei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;37) Does 1 have any pets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;38) Is 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Don't ask me. Ask her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39) How is 4 related to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;40) Describe 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Eh, why so many questions about number 4? Why don't ya ask him how does he wanna describe about himself.&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/4095684782033471609-1024770591300292871?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1024770591300292871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1024770591300292871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-person-who-asked-me-to-do-janet-2.html' title='Quiz 1'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3269193087394709889</id><published>2009-06-27T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:24:29.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful . King of Pop .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know who's this cute baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aawww, I love her brown-grey eyes. Guess, is she a caucasian baby or mixed baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/DSCN1910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look, she smiles. So cute and chubby. Cutest baby ever in the whole wide world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/DSCN1916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still guessing is she a caucasian baby or mixed baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's a Mixed-Blood baby. Her dad is Indian &amp;amp; Malay. And her mum is Bengali. She's my niece. See I told ya, Mixed-Blood babies are the cutest &amp;amp; prettiest ever. Those pure ones are ugly. Tak cute langsung. So, if you want your baby to be like so-called look-alike like her, big eyes, find a mixed-blood husband or wife. I'm 100% sure, your kids will be beautiful. Oh that pictures above were taken in 2006. She was born on September 2005 at Johor Bahru, Malaysia. But I think you guys should find an Indian husband or wife. At least he or she a mixed blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is her, at the age of 4 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009038-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009039-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, let's talk about Allahyarham Michael Jackson, he's muslim name is Mikaeel. The biggest moment of 2008 has arrived. Michael Jackson, the world-famous musician, former African-American, possible child-molester, well-known for his plastic nose, squeeky voice, shiny clothes, and metrosexual dance moves, has finally found God in Allah. Michael Jackson's conversion to Islam came as a surprise to many of us. Some would have thought it would've been Barack Hussein Obama, with his Muslim-sounding name, to announce his conversion to "the religion of peace." Although some conspiracy theorists still cling to that hope, it's highly unlikely that any politician who voted twice for infanticide takes religion seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Semoga ALLAH mencucuri rahmat-nya dan ampuni dosa-dosa nya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;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/4095684782033471609-3269193087394709889?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3269193087394709889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3269193087394709889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful . King of Pop .'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-369644230836406571</id><published>2009-06-24T15:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:09:45.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul Whisp'rings are Abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't take long for the press to figure out what am I suppose to post on what right now - though of spending a little time playing online games instead of online. In no time word was out all over town that I, as a girl who's not even a lady yet, was thinking and thinking. The next thing I would probably share some things is ... I don't know! Not that either I don't wanna share some things right now but I just can't figure what should I &lt;s&gt;write&lt;/s&gt; type. Um. It could never be done and that I was going to do other things instead of blogging. Ggrrr. As a daughter &amp;amp; a &lt;s&gt;student&lt;/s&gt; unemployed person, I should not staying at home all day. I must get a job. But you know, most jobs ... I don't wanna spit it out here. Which some company(s) I appreciated, calmly not making me excited. Except it wasn't. Okay, lets's 'say out' what's on my mind now. I will be watching Transformers - Revenge of the Fallen on 1st July 2009 at The Cathay even though it already displayed today 24th June 2009 in Singapore. The best &amp;amp; big cinema in Singapore, to me. The sound effect, the screen, wow, I'm amazed definitely. I just can't wait to see Bumble Bee. I miss him. He's so cute. You know Transformers, I assure alot of idiots will be watching (who doesn't know what is Transformers all about, those kental ones especially the cine). Lol! But anyway, let's just talk once about jobs, I emailed to many companies - those kinds under Healthcare, Corporate Officer, Patient Service. They replied. They asked me to email them my resume, and I emailed it to them. So now, waiting for the notices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This makes brilliant sense, of course. I know perfectly well. Okay. But still I hope the job if I gotten, I'll try to make it last long. Eerrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woot, I love Malay Peribahasa. I am now reading this book called - Teman Setia Anda Bahasa Melayu untuk Sekolah Rendah. I know it's for the bloody Primary School kids, but I still keeping it for the future. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Someone pissed off just now. Okay, this morning I woke up at 10am. Oi, lazy pig! Then, I found out my mum's going out to Tampines. So then, I'm thinking should I meet her at Tampines later on. So, I go get showered, get changed. And suddenly, the weather changes. It is so cloudy. So, I bring along my umbrella. Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh. Stop it, Shikin. Then, I walked to Compassvale Pri bus-stop, and waited for bus 27. And bus 27 arrives soon after. So then, I am trying to be kiasu for boarding the bus quickly and find a seat. Seriously! No lie. Haha. Yea, I managed to find a perfect seat near the exit door, so that I could alight easily. I called mum, wait for me at Tampines Regional Library bus-stop, I'm coming. Okay then, she waited. Oh, I finally arrived Tampines, meet mummy, off we go S-11 to have our lunch. I ate Mee Kuah also known as Mee Bandung at the Indian shop. So delicious yet spicy. The proceed to Sing' Post. Then, proceed to Century Square, walked around at BHG, oh I found something interesting makes my eyes sparkling. It's the accessories ... I bought 2 pair of earings &amp;amp; 1 headscarf. Total cost $21.70. Then, we're decided to go back home. Oh, it's raining heavily. We were standing at Century Square taxi-stand, mum's thinking should we ride cab home. And I said up-to-you. But actually, I really wanna take a cab home. So then I asked her "Naik taxi sudah, mak". And she said okay, with her face pissing off. Lol! And the taxi so comfortable. I know I hate taxi drivers but I still wanna ride taxi. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7 days to Transformers - Revenge of the Fallen to be watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One last final words, "I want nobody but you". Inspired by a true story.&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/4095684782033471609-369644230836406571?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/369644230836406571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/369644230836406571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/foul-whisprings-are-abroad.html' title='Foul Whisp&apos;rings are Abroad'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6753798868626009914</id><published>2009-06-23T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:32:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importantly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesteday night, I was out to The Cathay, Dhoby Ghaut to purchase Transformers tickets on 1st July. So, me &amp;amp; sister are kinda kiasu. Mum just tag along. Um, the carpark at the The Cathay, I hate it. Guess who I saw at The Cathay at the movie tickets 1st floor, Suhaila Salam. Lol! As I turn behind, she was there standing right behind me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel like going out this week. So yeah, Imma stay at home, send resume to every companies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And what the heck they have not called me since 3 months ago. Urgh. I know I'm still 17+ not even 18 yet, but as long as I'm 18 this year what. Why can't you take me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bored of sending resume to companies, and they are not replying. I must get my diploma as soon as possible by 2012.&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/4095684782033471609-6753798868626009914?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6753798868626009914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6753798868626009914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/importantly.html' title='Importantly'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4893363340567683513</id><published>2009-06-22T15:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:07:55.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniquely Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, here's what I'm gonna tell you, I'm gonna share some pictures &amp;amp; details about Singapore. This is only applicable to foreigners/tourists who haven't been to Singapore before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first thing when you arrive Singapore, there are 4 terminals at Singapore Changi International Airport (Terminal 1,2,3 and Budget Terminal). Go to this link to view the Official Page : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.changiairport.com/changi/en/index.html?__locale=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.changiairport.com/changi/en/index.html?__locale=en&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terminal 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Terminal1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terminal 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Terminal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terminal 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Terminal3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Budget Terminal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/BudgetTerminal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having accumulated over 250 awards, Singapore Changi Airport is recognised as one of the best airports in the world. With 80 airlines serving more than 180 cities in over 50 countries, Changi Airport has established itself as a major aviation hub in the Asia Pacific region. Changi Airport now has an annual handling capacity of more than 70 million passengers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The second place that you're looking for something like to do fun things here is ... Visit this link at : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/index.html/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/index.html/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, need accomodation or hotels to stay? Singapore offers a wide variety of accommodation types to suit all budgets and preferences. They range from backpacker, budget and youth hostels to boutique and five-star hotels. Most hotels come with standard facilities like International Direct Dial (IDD) phones, internet and cable, room service, mini bars, data ports for modem, no-smoking rooms or floors, and business and fitness centres furnished with the latest equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="0006"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To find the perfect accommodation for your stay in Singapore, use our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="bodytextturquoise" href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/where_to_stay/search_accomodation0.html" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accommodation search engine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="bodytextturquoise" href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/where_to_stay/hotels_at_a_glance0.html" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Hotels Directory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. All accommodation categories listed in this website will provide full information such as rates, contact details and facilities. Location map and fact sheets are also provided for your easy reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="0003"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RATES AND RESERVATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All rates listed in this website are published rates, furnished by the respective hotels. As most hotels have promotional rates available from time to time, we recommend that you check directly with the hotel before making any reservations. Alternatively, you can search for current accommodation promotions through our booking online link. We strongly advise you to make advance reservations to avoid disappointment. Most major credit cards are accepted and you may be required to leave a credit card imprint or number upon check-in. Please note that rates are quoted in Singapore Dollars and maybe subject to a 10% service charge, 7% Goods and Services Tax (GST). If you arrive in Singapore without prior hotel reservations, the SHA counters at the Singapore Changi Airport can help you with hotel bookings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daily opening hours of SHA counters at Terminal 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;East Counter: 1000 hrs - 2330 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;West Counter: 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daily opening hours of SHA counters at Terminal 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;North Counter: 0700 hrs - 2300 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;South Counter: 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="0004"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GETTING TO YOUR HOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can reach every corner of the island with Singapore's modern public transportation system. Taxis are abundant and affordable, the bus network and Mass Rapid Transit (MRT) rail system are both efficient and reliable. Detailed information on bus routes, MRT stations and fares can be found in the TransitLink Guide, a copy of which can be purchased at bus interchanges, MRT Stations and major bookstores. Alternatively, check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="bodytextturquoise" href="http://www.sbstransit.com.sg/" target="_blank" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.sbstransit.com.sg/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="bodytextturquoise" href="http://www.smrt.com.sg/" target="_blank" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.smrt.com.sg/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Another convenient way to travel to and from Singapore Changi Airport is to take the MaxiCab, a six-seater taxi shuttle service operating daily from 0600 hrs to midnight. The shuttle service stops at Concorde Hotel Singapore, Crown Prince Hotel Singapore, Excelsior Peninsula Hotel, and Marina Mandarin Singapore. The shuttle offers a flexible routing system between Singapore Changi Airport and almost all hotels within the city. Bookings can be made at the service counters at the airport's arrival hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="0005"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OTHER USEFUL INFORMATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This practice is optional but always appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hotel Phone Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most hotels offer in-room International Direct Dial (IDD) telephone services. However, some hotels may charge a minimum 30-cent successful call transaction surcharge. As there are different IDD service providers in Singapore, rates and access codes are dependent on the service provider used by hotel. Generally, local calls are charged at 10 cents for every three minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you're thinking on watching theatres, dramas ... no worries, there's a place called Esplanade - Theatres on the Bay. Visit here at this link : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esplanade.com/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.esplanade.com/index.jsp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Esplanade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esplanade – Theatres on the Bay is one of the world's busiest arts centres, officially opened on 12 October 2002. This architectural icon with its distinctive twin shells, is sited within Singapore's civic district, just by Marina Bay at the mouth of the Singapore River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esplanade aims to be a performing arts centre for everyone, and its programmes cater to its diverse audiences. Its programme line-up spans all genres to encompass music, dance, theatre and visual arts, with a special emphasis on Asian culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esplanade houses world-class performance spaces, supported by a comprehensive range of professional support facilities and services. Its two main venues are the 1,600-seat Concert Hall, with acoustics by Russell Johnson of ARTEC Consultants, and the 2,000-seat theatre, an adaptation of traditional European opera houses in horseshoe form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanna take a ride at our Singapore Flyer? And see Singapore with the beautiful sceneries from the capsule. Visit this site at : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporeflyer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.singaporeflyer.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Flyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Flyer1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Singapore Flyer is the world's largest observation wheel. Standing at a stunning 165m from the ground, the Flyer offers you breathtaking, panoramic views of the Marina Bay, our island city and beyond. There's also a wide range of shops, restaurants, activities and facilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Singapore Flyer offers a breathtaking panorama of the shimmering Marina Bay waterfront and historical landmarks dotting the city skyline. Find details of our facilities, sights and sounds to explore, dining and shopping – everything you need to know to make your trip to the Flyer a successful and memorable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanna go and take a walk at a forest? No worries. There's a place called Pulau Ubin also known as Ubin Island. Visit this site at : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildsingapore.com/ubin/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.wildsingapore.com/ubin/index.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulau Ubin (Ubin Island)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/PulauUbin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/PulauUbin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/PulauUbin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pulau Ubin is in essence, the last 'kampung' (village) in Singapore. A stroll through Ubin takes you back to Singapore in the 1960's with the simpler pleasures of life. The slow lane starts as soon as you join the queue for the bumboat at Changi. As you arrive, all cares are left behind. Ubin is a great day trip spent walking or pedaling through rustic roads under swaying coconut palms, exploring shady trails in overgrown rubber plantations, checking out secluded beaches and flourishing mangroves. On Ubin, the food tastes better, air is fresher and sights and sounds so soothing to the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still thinking on Shopping? There's a place for you always. A bigger shopping places that you will always wanna go. For more info, visit here : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orchardroad.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.orchardroad.sg/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) , &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/what_to_do/shopping/where_to_shop/shopping_in_orchard.html#pagetop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/what_to_do/shopping/where_to_shop/shopping_in_orchard.html#pagetop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) , &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://infopedia.nl.sg/articles/SIP_721_2005-01-03.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://infopedia.nl.sg/articles/SIP_721_2005-01-03.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Orchard.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orchard Road is a road in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Singapore" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that is the&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Retailer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retailer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;retail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Entertainment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entertainment"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hub of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="City-state" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City-state"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;city-state&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It is regularly frequented by the local population as well as being a major&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tourist attraction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tourist_attraction"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tourist attraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Often the surrounding area is known simply as Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The immediate vicinity of Orchard Road, Orchard Planning Area is one of 55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Districts and places in Singapore" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Districts_and_places_in_Singapore#Urban_Planning_Areas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;urban planning areas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as specified by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Urban Redevelopment Authority" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_Redevelopment_Authority"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urban Redevelopment Authority&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Commerce" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commerce"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;commercial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; district. It is part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Central Region, Singapore" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Region,_Singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Central Region&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and Singapore's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Central business district" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_business_district"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;central business district&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Central Area" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Area"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Central Area&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="National Day Rally" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Day_Rally"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Day Rally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Speech 2005, Prime Minister&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lee Hsien Loong" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Hsien_Loong"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Hsien Loong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; said that he would create more landmark buildings to create more fun in the district, partly to keep up with vibrant cities around the region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard Road recently underwent a $40 million revamp, with the addition of new street lamps, planter boxes, urban green rooms, street tiling, and flower totem poles, excluding three new malls under construction as of April 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still looking for a place that has air-conditioner for you to shop around? No worries. Here comes ... Visit this site at :&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vivocity.com.sg/home1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.vivocity.com.sg/home1.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/VivoCity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/VivoCity1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/VivoCityinside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/VivoCityplayground1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/VivoCityskypark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/VivoCityrooftop1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/VivoCityrooftop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;VivoCity is the largest shopping mall in&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Singapore" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, located at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="HarbourFront" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HarbourFront"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HarbourFront&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; precinct. Opened on 7 October 2006, it marked the completion of the main structure by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Topping out" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Topping_out"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;topping-out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ceremony on 18 April 2006 and was officially opened on 1 December 2006. Derived from the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="wiktionary:vivacity" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/vivacity"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivacity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, VivoCity, according to Mapletree Chairman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Edmund Cheng (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Edmund_Cheng&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edmund Cheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, "evokes a lifestyle experience that is modern, stimulating and accessible to everyone, a place bubbling with energy and flowing with vitality". At the end of the first week of operations, the mall had received nearly a million visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;VivoCity was built on the site of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Exhibition hall" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exhibition_hall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhibition halls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of the former World Trade Centre, now the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="HarbourFront Centre" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HarbourFront_Centre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HarbourFront Centre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. VivoCity has 1,500,000 square feet (139,000 m2) of gross floor area and 1,100,000 square feet (102,000 m2) of retail space, larger than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Suntec City" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suntec_City"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suntec City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ngee Ann City" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ngee_Ann_City"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngee Ann City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, the former of which was the largest prior to VivoCity's opening. It was designed by the renowned Japanese architect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Toyo Ito" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyo_Ito"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toyo Ito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Mapletree Investments is the developer of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Singapore dollar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore_dollar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;417 million complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The shopping mall opened officially on December 1, 2006 after its soft launch on October 7 that same year. The official opening included a six minute&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Firework" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firework"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fireworks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; display, a concert by American band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="String Theory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/String_Theory"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;String Theory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for the general public, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stefanie Sun" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stefanie_Sun"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefanie Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; concert at the mall's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Amphitheatre" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amphitheatre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amphitheatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at the Sky Park on the third floor. The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Guest of honour (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Guest_of_honour&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guest of honour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of the event was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chairman" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chairman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chairman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Temasek Holdings" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temasek_Holdings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temasek Holdings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and former&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cabinet of Singapore" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabinet_of_Singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cabinet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; minister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="S Dhanabalan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S_Dhanabalan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S Dhanabalan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. During its first month of opening, it attracted 4.2 million visitors, equivalent to the population of Singapore, and attracted 7.28 million visitors in total before the grand opening. The String Theory concert included a giant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Harp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with strings stretching to the third floor of the mall. The concert was held at The Promenade and lasted ten days, starting on December 1 and ending on the 10th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Barricade" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barricade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barricades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; were put at the boardwalk blocking the front portion of the boardwalk which is facing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Keppel Harbour" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keppel_Harbour"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keppel Harbour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="CISCO" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CISCO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CISCO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Auxiliary police" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auxiliary_police"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auxiliary police&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; were deployed for the opening, with the food court on the third floor and the whole Sky Park (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Roof garden" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roof_garden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roof garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) closed to the public for the day. Parts of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Car park" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Car_park"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;car park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; were closed for the invited guests as well. A giant&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Projection screen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Projection_screen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;projection screen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was put at the main entrance of the mall, this screen was to show the concert of Stefanie Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lastly, if you are looking for a nice place beach to relax and have fun or maybe go for a underwater world to see mammals under the sea. There's a place called Sentosa Island, an island which means and comes after Pulau Belakang Mati. Sentosa Island is located at the south of Singapore across Vivo City. Visit this site at : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.sentosa.com.sg/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/SentosaGateway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/SentosaMerlion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/SentosaBeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sentosa Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking at Sentosa today, it's hard to imagine the island was once a fishing village known as Pulau Blakang Mati. It later became a British military fortress until 1967 and was handed back to the newly independent Singapore Government. In 1968, the Government decided to develop the island into a holiday resort for local visitors and tourists. The public was invited to suggest names for the island and "Sentosa" – meaning peace &amp;amp; tranquillity in Malay - was eventually chosen for the island resort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasked with overseeing the development, management and promotion of the island, Sentosa Development Corporation (SDC) was incorporated on 1 September 1972 as a statutory board under the purview of the Ministry of Trade and Industry. It also oversees the maintenance of nine other offshore islands south of Singapore – St. John's Island, Sisters' Island, Pulau Hantu, Pulau Biola, Pulau Jong, Lazarus Island, Kusu Island, Pulau Seringat, Pulau Tekukor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sentosa Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, Sentosa is Singapore's premier island resort getaway with multi-faceted appeal, teeming with events all year round. Just 15 minutes from the city, it is a unique blend of leisure and recreational facilities including family attractions, sea sports, golf as well as hotel accommodation and retreats. A canopy of secondary rainforest covers 70 per cent of the 500-hectare island and is home to monitor lizards, monkeys, peacocks, parrots as well as other native fauna and flora. Sentosa has a 3.2-kilometre stretch of white sand beach, and is the only location in Singapore to offer beachfront accommodation and over 670 hotel rooms with full facilities. Accessed by cable car, bus, taxi or car, the island is open for 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Since the island's inception in 1972, S$420 million in private investments and another $500 million from Government funding have gone into developing the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering a variety of experiences for all ages, Sentosa is a must-visit destination for tourists and a popular recreational playground for local residents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for the many upcoming exciting initiatives, SDC re-aligned its corporate structure and transferred its day-to-day operations of the island to Sentosa Leisure Management Pte Ltd, a wholly-owned subsidiary. Another subsidiary, Sentosa Cove Pte Ltd oversees the development and management of Sentosa Cove, Singapore's first marina resort and residential project. Moving towards a more pro-business course, SDC and its subsidiaries are now known as the Sentosa Leisure Group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there you go, a fun places to enjoy in Singapore. And we are Clean &amp;amp; Green. Uniquely Singapore! Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again, thanks again for reading my post about Singapore. So, if you wish to come to Singapore, come on, lets have some enjoyment here. :)&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/4095684782033471609-4893363340567683513?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4893363340567683513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4893363340567683513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-heres-what-im-gonna-tell-you-im.html' title='Uniquely Singapore'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8838478167193529119</id><published>2009-06-22T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:11:25.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leg To Stand On Will Get Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to laugh. I even thought that the Life's a Beach party, we take photos, but in the end, none were taken (like a photos of us). But I only mananged to take photos of a helicopter carrying Singapore Flag preparing for the upcoming National's Day on 9th August. But anyway let's talk about the Life's a Beach party at Siloso Beach, Sentosa on 20th June 2009. So yeah, we reached Sentosa at 3pm, I guess. Then, sister park her car at the Basement of the Beach Station. So, we then queue to ride a beach tram. So, we surprisingly alighted at the wrong stop. We alighted next to stops. Haha. Then, we realized. All we have to do is to walk all the way to the 98.7FM that took place far end. What a terrible walk, my legs are aching, with sands on my feet. Finally, we arrived at the place. So, we went to take a look at one of the games. One of the games is like 'throwing a ball, and the ball must shoot at the basket', if the person gets to shoot the far basket, he/she won a BLACKBERRY phone. Wtf? And the winner is this caucasian dude. What a lucky guy! Psst, I saw my favorite dj's, MUTTONS. Lol! And I saw Shan Wee. Wow, so damn tall. I take a close look at him. So cute. Then, we proceed to Cool Deck a bar place to relax. Seated for 4 hours &amp;amp; 45 minutes there. We drink, We eat &amp;amp; We relax. Wow, I'm so relieved, finally I could relax my feet for awhile, not to be panicked, there's toilets near to us. Awesome! Then, about 4 hours later, we saw Shan &amp;amp; Rozz walking towards Cool Deck, hehe. I get to see Shan again and again and again. Okay, it's almost 7.45pm, we decided to watch the concert. All we could see is A Vaccant Affair &amp;amp; Mark Bonafide. Electrico, eek, not interested at all. People are moshing, grinding &amp;amp; body-serving. I'm really scared, and I'm afraid if anybody knock me down while they were moshing &amp;amp; body-serving, so I stand far away, as well as my siblings. Lol! And I saw, Mat Rep with those ang-kongs on their body. Omg! I hate them. I tak pandang diorang langsung. Okay, its 10pm, off we go home and ride the mini bus to beach station, finally got an aircon. Phew! Yay, finally reached Beach Station, walked straight to the carpark, go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So in all, everything is going pretty much according to plan.&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/4095684782033471609-8838478167193529119?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8838478167193529119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8838478167193529119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/leg-to-stand-on-will-get-around.html' title='A Leg To Stand On Will Get Around'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1341527820394993499</id><published>2009-06-19T17:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:08:32.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 5.18pm now. And I do not know what to do. Well sometimes my computer is okay while sometimes not okay. I don't know what's happening to my computer. But I just hope I could get a laptop one day. I must be patience. And I know I'll get own one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologizes if I always make any changes like kept changing the blog skin. As I was pretty boring, so, all I would do is to do some silly things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I desperately wanna go to Life's a Beach party tomorrow. Yay, brother comfirmed! My sister, My brother &amp;amp; I are going to the party tomorrow. Ggggaaaahhhh !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I heard a news about Robert Pattinson. He was hit by a taxi after running away from teenage fans. Go &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20090619/ten-entertainment-us-pattinson-ent-db3f2d5.html"&gt;*here*&lt;/a&gt; for more details! Uh, my handsome boyfriend was not seriously injured. Lol! He's the Hot Vampire. Hotty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This 'Pitbull - I know you want me' song, sounded like those interests especially to the Minahs/Mats/Minah Reps/Mat Reps. But still this song is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And btw, just now I was on my way back home, somewhere at Tampines, you know outside the United World College of South East Asia new campus that is still under construction, that junction of the road, there's a collision between a taxi &amp;amp; a car. Ass0, I hate taxis. Taxis is the cause of the every accidents in Singapore. They think they are the driver and no need to claim, so they just easily drive on the road/expressway like their father's road, left/right turn &amp;amp; changing lanes without signals. So they are the one causing accidents. Like just think, if the taxi drivers was driving on the road/expressway, the first thing they thought is this "Okay, I'm a taxi driver. I can do whatever I want to. Like woah, I can hit/knock down someone or vehicle, and I can claim them". Fcuk you! You are the one causing traffic accidents. Mentah kau taxi driver, abeh nak besar kepala. Babi. Senang-senang je nak claim orang, padahal sendiri yang salah, mengaku je lah. Like wtf can they passed their fcuking license? Argh! Taxi drivers driving me insane all over again! I was once got a near death experience on the zebra-crossing, I was crossing, and this stupid taxi driver just run over. Alhamdulillah nothing happens to me. And everybody there was like shocked, they said "Are you alright, miss". And I just said "I'm okay". I regonise that taxi driver. If I seen you somewhere, you know what I will do to you. So beware! Fcuk you!&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/4095684782033471609-1341527820394993499?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1341527820394993499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1341527820394993499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-good.html' title='Helping Hand'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2891530663993553047</id><published>2009-06-19T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:25:56.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push To The Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a dream last night. It was pretty cool dream, I guess. Guess who I dream of? Duh, it's Miller the Indonesian actor. I know to you it's rather lame. Like omg, he's so cute in my dream. Psst, in my dream, he was my boyfriend. Lol! In my dreams how I wish he was mine. Haha. Anyway, I woke up this morning feeling so tired yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay let's talk about yesterday. Well, I met Nurin &amp;amp; her sister at Compass Point at 1.45pm. Then, off we go to the nearest bus-stop to ride bus 27 straight to Tampines. So basically, we alighted opposite Tampines Regional Library. We walked to Tampines Interchange. Oh, what a beautiful hot &amp;amp; sunny day. Damn, my make-up almost melting. So yeah, we met Aisha, Fahadah &amp;amp; her sister at Tampines Interchange, instead of waiting Hambali &amp;amp; Kenneth, we headed to Tampines Mall to get fresh, aircon la. And so, we go to the movies, we don't even know what we should watch. A few minutes later, Hambali came. Then, we all decided to watch Land of The Lost. Kenneth is late. So, we bought 8 tickets including Kenneth. Then, we proceed to LJS to have our lunch. I didn't ate anything, so just bought Iced Milo. Eh, I got eat. They surprisingly gave me some of their fries, chicken nugget &amp;amp; chicken. Wow, they're so nice. Lol! FREE-OF-CHARGE, no need to buy. Then, Kenneth came. After eating, we went straight to the movies. And we watch Land of The Lost at 4.15pm. Like omg, the movie is freaking hilarious. I laughed. Not me either, everbody in the cinema laughed. Oh, I sms-ed my sister to come and fetch me as I was lazy to take bus ride home. And she said "Okay, but your must buy for me Aunty Anne roti, I want 2 original. At 6.30pm wait for me at the zebra-crossing next to Tampines MRT". I said "Okay". Yay, finally I don't need to ride bus home. I ride my sister car. So relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Me &amp;amp; Friends forgot to take pictures. Haha. Anyway, later off to the CPF building at Tampines. ZZZzzzzZZZZzzzZZZZzzz. And tomorrow, I don't know whether should I go to 98.7FM Life's A Beach Party at Sentosa. I wanna go. But ...&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/4095684782033471609-2891530663993553047?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2891530663993553047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2891530663993553047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/push-to-limit.html' title='Push To The Limit'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2397365145227679192</id><published>2009-06-18T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:32:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I don't know what topic(s) should I post now. So I came up with something interesting, Fashion Photography. It's not mine either. And yes, all of the photos below were grab by &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at Google.com through the images filter. And of course, I find the Photography editing isn't that good enough, so, I create &amp;amp; edit the quality of the photography to make it more interesting using Picnik. Psst, the last photo is one of my favorite latino singer Frankie J. He's hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/7d1efe5aec8ebc89874e46fe785c51bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/fashion4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/2515116477_820de7ca35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/michael-muller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/sfjksfyjjjh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/3423042484_cb7195b354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/554201404_f6470620c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/A_MENS-STYLE-WINTER-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/ronald_n_tan_mens_fashion_and_beaut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/victornox_mens_fashion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/frankiej.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later off to Tampines Mall to catch a movie with the my friends. Waiting for my Lontong now. And gonna get changed afterwards. But too bad, I can't no longer use my hp camera, cause when I'm trying to transfer my photos to the computer, the PC Suite doesn't pop-up. So yeah, I have to bare with it. The only think I can take photos is Aisha's camera. Haha.&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/4095684782033471609-2397365145227679192?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2397365145227679192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2397365145227679192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/entertaining.html' title='Entertaining'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-351612935730498580</id><published>2009-06-17T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:59:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sources of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He just had such a nice smile - not to mention really, I couldn't help falling for them. He is Miller &amp;amp; Mike Lewis. Do you know them? I guess you don't exactly know them. They're an Indonesian actor. Haha. But sometimes, they really had this 'evil' face look when they get mad, a little not too over them, but still when they smiles, oh, I melt. Lol! So the fact that they has a title of 'nice smile' to me and an estate are really just frosting on what's already the most delicious cake I've ever tasted (in my dreams). Unlike to see a guy wearing simple clothing like maybe to sloppy, and no, I really don't like the way they dress. I like a guy who dressed-up well, smart &amp;amp; confident. But I'm sure he'll end up being hugged/cuddled by me. Lol! I just have to figure out how I'm going to handle this next part - called 'in a relationship'. Yes it is. Well basically, as you wanna know, I never had in a relationship before, so that makes me a little uncomfortable and nervous or maybe shy. So, he has to make me comfortable with him &amp;amp; make me smile all day. Can't he? Idk! Only god knows, jodoh ditangan tuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I enjoyed reading this book called 'MEG CABOT QUEEN OF BABBLE IN THE BIG CITY'. So entertaining. I am looking forward to tomorrow's outing with the ITE mates. And I know we all got along great when we were staying still. The gravity of the situation didn't really hit me until something happens for once in my life. Still don't get it? Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now addicted to Make-Up industry like how to put on this and that. I just love having Dolly eyes. And definitely try to keep my Make-Up look more matte. Everytime, I enter at any stores, the first thing I would do is to hunt for Make-Up items. I got 3 types of brands like MAC, Bobby Brown &amp;amp; Silky Girl. Gaaaahhhhh, I love Make-Up!&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/4095684782033471609-351612935730498580?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/351612935730498580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/351612935730498580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/sources-of-happiness.html' title='Sources of Happiness'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4556690625438809902</id><published>2009-06-17T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:44:56.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great People Talk About Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's my own fault, really. For not updating posts frequently. Not that I ever mistook them for actual historical fact, or anything. But I did grow up believing that for every girl, there's a prince out there somewhere. All she has to do is find him. Then it's on with the happily ever after. So you can only imagine what happened when I found out. That my prince is no longer with me. Not 'no longer', it's just I don't have one either till now. No, I really mean it. I am still single. And why people thinks that I have a boyfriend now. Unbelieveable. But in the case of my particular 'crush on someone', I am no longer had a crush on someone. Like a 'crush', in the end it 'crash', probably through intense and prolonged litigation. And today, I woke up by something really pissing me off, truly. I was sleeping at my parents bed, like I said I got my own mattress to sleep on, but then, when my parents have woken up in the early morning, I moved to my parents bedroom and continue with my sleep. As I was sleeping, I terribly hate it when my brother wake me up. He uses he smelly socks and hit me. So, before he leave for work, wearing his ****** uniform, he shout at me and said "OI pompan giler, bangun la, anak dara mane boleh bangun lambat". And I just ignored him and continue back to sleep. And so, he hit me with his socks. So, I scream out loud and said "Kanina chao chebai. Pergi sane la". But in the end, I woke up immediately, I'm afraid he might use something else to wake me up. Haha. And I know, I am still a virgin. Don't have sex before marriage. Lol! Oh yeah, I am still haven't shower yet. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now, ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen. I'll be showing you my photos when I was a little. But the photos were captured using webcam. So the quality isn't that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got fractured right leg. Awesome! Um, this picture when I was 3 year old. With my sexy ultraman top &amp;amp; short. Location : Tampines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo2009617351199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so cute. I wear baju kurung. "Siapa kata gadis kecil ini tak menawan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo2009617354768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boncet tummy. How cute! Clockwise : *I'm with my brother* . *I'm with my mum &amp;amp; brother* . *I'm with my brother &amp;amp; cousins* . *I was a baby with my family &amp;amp; cousins* . *I'm alone*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo2009617358912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clockwise : *My 6th Birthday* . *I was 4 year old* . *I was 7 year old* . *I was 4 year old* ... Middle photo : *I was 5 year old*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo200961743984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was born on 1991. And mostly all of the photos above between 1992-1998.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-4556690625438809902?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4556690625438809902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4556690625438809902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-people-talk-about-ideas.html' title='Great People Talk About Ideas'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-9061324290973778569</id><published>2009-06-14T15:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:40:41.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Videos below here in 80's and 90's. In 90's, by the time I was a little girl. But still I remember them. I love the songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmN-Fese2qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmN-Fese2qg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminin - Kini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-time favorite girl band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUuZ2LKtnxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUuZ2LKtnxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lela - Bidadari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This indian boy here is so cute &amp;amp; handsome during his younger days. I don't know what happened to him now as he vanished just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMiy_CXP1Wc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMiy_CXP1Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4U2C - Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the way they dance ... hahahaha ... zaman kental la. Lol! Still remember AC Mizal, he's an ex-4U2C. He's in this video here. Watch, if u see a chinese-look guy, yup that's him. Haha. I know you were wondering there's so many boys in this group. Haha. Don't ask me why. The boy named Adek, he's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQDTe_u7uoY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQDTe_u7uoY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elite - Tamparan Wanita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song la! "Aaaahhhh ... Ooohhh ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QeQ_F2JyAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QeQ_F2JyAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era Fazira - Pasrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to this song. I feel like crying ... seriously, no lie! It's like the sacrifice of every girls, ladies &amp;amp; woman have done for their men, but the men dump them away. It's good to listen to this song ... Era Fazira used to be Awie but they broke up. Then, she with Hans Issac. They are a very cute couple, perfect couple. But then they broke up. Era &amp;amp; Yusry KRU, they got married. And they divorce. And now, she married with Engku Emran and have a baby. I hope they live happily ever after ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-9061324290973778569?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9061324290973778569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9061324290973778569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/videos-below-here-in-80s-and-90s.html' title='The old times'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2936428231707173554</id><published>2009-06-14T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:58:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to yell "Hey!" in an eraged voice and stomp out of something in a huff, since I perfectly understood that I'd just called myself 'once in a life time'. But on the other hand, all of this photos below were likely back from year 2008. But again I manage, for once in my life, to keep my mouth shut, in order to show some respect. I miss 2008. The best year in my life that I possibly got the chance to be grateful of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spot me in my 2008 ITE class photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hint : I am sitting at the front row. The only person who doesn't cross my palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_225302974l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right? Hehe. I realize it when I received my class photo in mid-November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hu hu hu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, this are my high school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nazrah, my junior. Nurinzawany, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_428407485l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_534786370l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_562938027l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woah, thank god I close my thigh tightly, if I didn't, you can see my short inside. Bluek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_303844150l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's me being retarded for awhile, jumping so hyper-ly and not wearing a shoe. Bare-footed la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_208295009l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worst. Look at the way I jump. Pretty high. High Jump &amp;amp; Standing Broad Jump is the most hated by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_677589075l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Help! Help! Call 995 for an emergency ambulance. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_942295286l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During the BEG make-up test. And my eyes. So mesmerizing! I didn't wear any contact lenses, okay! It's natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_266295873l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_472328278l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my hair! The day after I highlighted my hair to dark brown. But it looks light brown though. Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_730136879l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH! I love my hair color!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_890875297l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_963183180l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Break fasting at Geylang with my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/1_872346965l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss 2008 so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Memories*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-2936428231707173554?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2936428231707173554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2936428231707173554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-were-days.html' title='Those Were The Days'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4740796377561176438</id><published>2009-06-13T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:38:45.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you want me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, my computer spoilt. Woohoo. Siao. And now, I have to use my sister's laptop for once in a while. My sister's laptop is the only one I can depend on. I can't upload my photos in here at my sister's laptop, if I were to bluetooth it, still the same. Useless laptop. I need to get my own laptop like asap! And one more thing, photos? I will bluetooth my photos to my friends, and ask them to upload it then send me through email. Yeah! As I mention above, my USB cable sucks. Sometimes working, Sometimes not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in love with this song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I know you want me, You know I want you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The song reminds me like a Mat &amp;amp; Minah Rep song. Haha. But cool song anyway. I feel like dancing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But no matter what ... Frankie J is mine !!! He's way hotter ... =.=&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/4095684782033471609-4740796377561176438?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4740796377561176438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4740796377561176438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-you-want-me_13.html' title='I know you want me.'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2466756071299249114</id><published>2009-06-13T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:16:32.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A One Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got a bad flu again yesterday. Non-stop sneezing. Plus I got asthma too at the same time. Mum gave me Panadol Extra &amp;amp; Flu medicine, then I go to sleep. Yet again, sneeze always. I open my eyes to see the morning slanting across the window directly shining towards the beautiful heart-shape box at my computer desk, and for a few seconds, I don't know where I am. Yes, that was the time I woke up this morning. Then I remember. And my heart swells with giddy excitement. No, really. Giddy. Like, first-day-of-school? And not just because the beautiful heart-shape box? It's real. Although it is, and not a fake, like I had in my dorm room. An actual original custom-made work by someone back in high school life. How sweet. Which I couldn't actually believe at first. I mean, how often do you walk into someone's bedroom and see an original beautiful heart-shape box on your computer desk? Um, never. At least if you're me. Okay, seriously. I have just shower just now. I'm so fresh now. Lol! How can I stay in bed, eh not a bed, a single-matress where I slept on the floor, by the way, totally comfortable. But something's didn't make me happy. I don't have a fan &amp;amp; an aircon. My sister got her own fan while me? No, I don't have either, like seriously. Every night, I slept without a fan. And I'm sweating every night. My sister got her own queen-sized bed, I don't want to share a bed with her, so uncomfortable. You know we slept next to eachother, they way I sleep, so nasty, and they way she sleep, nasty too. Like our pillows thrown somewhere. It seems so weird to say that ... to even think it. And that's why I prefer to sleep on the floor. Not that any of those things have happened to me. More than once. And I'm not just imagining it, either. I feel a spurt of irritation now. I always nagged at mum, "I want a baby fan to put behind me that there is a switch so it's easily to put on". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the weather is changing from hot &amp;amp; sunny to cloudy now. I hope it will not rains. By the time I got home, you can come heavily as you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Rain, please understand! ; )&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/4095684782033471609-2466756071299249114?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2466756071299249114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2466756071299249114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-got-bad-flu-again-yesterday.html' title='A One Time'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4990951101978692609</id><published>2009-06-13T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:03:27.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so yesterday was a boring day ever. As in the weather was really hot &amp;amp; sunny, oh, gonna get sunburn for sure. But anyway, my lotion came to the rescue. Lol! Well since yesterday was a 'bored' day, I follow my sister to Compass Point around noon. I wore simple and usual clothing. I never put on my make up. And my hair, you should know. So, the first thing we enter Compass Point carpark is to go to Cars International wash. Sister wants to polish, wash etc .... her car. It only takes 1 hours 30 minutes or so. Then, off we go to the 4th floor to the salon shop as she wanna wash her hair while waiting. So, only left me all alone, I went all the way down to the 1st floor heading to Interchange waited for mum to come. A few minutes later, mum came. Then, I asked her "Mak, kikin tak bawak duit uh, mak boleh kasi kikin duit, kikin nak beli air soya bean kat Mr Bean?" And she gave me the money. I bought 2 super soya bean (warm &amp;amp; cold). Then, go to OCK bought 3 Curry 'O'. And we seated outside HSBC bank, and eat our food. Then, off we go to Best Denki to walked around. All I wanted to see is Nikon D5000 camera &amp;amp; a laptop. My eyes are sparkling when I see it. But the price, wow, so 'cheap', as if. The Nikon D5000 is $1,299, I guess. I desperately want that camera la! Then, I see laptops. Wow. So gorgeous. I love it so much. I feel like grab it without paying. Haha. Macam betul je. Then, sister called she has done doing her hair, we met outside Best Denki, and off we go to Banquet. Nothing to buy then heading to Mcdonalds. I saw my friend brother working there. Haha. He's so tall now. Taller than me, you know! I'm like older than him, and he's taller than me. Lelaki mah. And off we go to the Cars polishing and off we go. Mum wanted to buy 'pisau belit' for dad, so we go to Tampines Street 81, yay, my old house. I miss my old house. Its where I belong and I was born. I got so many friends there. Ever since I moved to Sengkang in 2000, not much new friends here. Sickening! I kept staring at my house from under the flat. And off we go home ... I deperately wanna move back to Tampines la. Any parts of Tampines as long there is Multi-Storey carpark. Open-carpark, yucks! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, I woke up this morning, and it's raining ... so good to sleep ... syiok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I dream last night? I dream that I bought a laptop for myself. How cool is that? But wait a minute, when can I get one? Nevermind. Later noon, off to Aljunied Crescent. My cousin's wedding.  And only Me, Mum &amp;amp; Dad have to attend. So basically there's only a bus that goes straight to there. It's the bus 80 from Sengkang Interchange. We have to alight outside Geylang Methodist School bus-stop. But before boarding the bus, I need to buy Super Soya Bean at Mr Bean at Compass Point again. Addicted to it. And I can have my lunch in the bus secretly. Haha. I hope there's Nasi Briyani, Achar Timun etc ... at the wedding. Glutton mah. Should I take a picture of myself again later on? Idk! Don't ask me, ask OCBC.&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/4095684782033471609-4990951101978692609?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4990951101978692609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4990951101978692609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-in-while.html' title='Once in a while'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6826164827399375771</id><published>2009-06-11T13:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:08:34.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curly Hair, ILY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got so boring throughout for today's. And I don't know what to do. Here's are the latest photos of mine. Attention, although there are no make up were worn &amp;amp; no editing, I just love to be myself. Don't wanna wear make up just for the sake of my own look. Wearing make up is faking my own look. So why not be a natural beauty, right? Its the naturally me. Hehe. I look effing werd without make up to me while others might say I look okay. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo200961154216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo200961156754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo200961159382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo200961155478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo200961158419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo2009611510163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo2009611511146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo2009611511152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, as you can see my hair, I don't wear extensions AT ALL. I didn't know I look okay with curly hair. Its my natural curly hair. I don't create them okay unless I straighten them. Now, I love my hair. Okay lame. I wanna keep it even longer. Woo hoo ... I wanna dye my hair again!!!! Maybe highlight to light brown or blonde, who can sponsor? Hahahahaha. I always had bad hair day like everyday. So, I'll just apply some hair treatment to keep it flowing, shining and soft all day. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M IN LOVE WITH MY CURLY HAIR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NATURAL CURLY HAIR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT SO MUCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look way good in curly hair instead of my fake straighten hair. Coz, straight hair sucks! Curly hair rocks! I don't wanna straighten my hair anymore unless my fringe only. Hehe. Weeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-6826164827399375771?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6826164827399375771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6826164827399375771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-so-boring-throughout-for-todays.html' title='Curly Hair, ILY!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8085114933740689686</id><published>2009-06-10T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:15:23.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I will travel to Kuala Lumpur one day with sister &amp;amp; brother. And next destination, maybe Thailand. But I assume Thailand could be my first travel destination besides JB. I already travel to Johor Bahru &amp;amp; Malacca many times. What's next? I wanna go KL, and see the places there. I wanna visit and see the twin towers. I wanna see everything in KL. But I really need money so that I can travel anywhere. But most importantly, I really need a job. Save money. Buy a laptop and pay as installment. Then, save again to go holidays. Then, save again to buy Nikon D5000. My dream camera. Oh I wish I have it now. I wish I have CPF now, when I turn 21 or so, I will buy a new house for mum &amp;amp; dad, and put my name as the first owner of the house. I have plans for my future now ... yipee ... !!! I will make my parents proud &amp;amp; happy. 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/4095684782033471609-8085114933740689686?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8085114933740689686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8085114933740689686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6485050297235876554</id><published>2009-06-10T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:05:25.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Avoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so frustrated when I found out I'm all alone at home. Not all alone, but my brother is still asleep. ZZZZzzzzZZZZ. Mum secretly went out to Geylang with her gang members. Haha. I don't know what to do for this moments. Maybe watch dvd's? Uh, so sick of watching. I really can't spend my whole time rotting at home. I wanna go out but I'm lazy. Like come on, look at the weather, so hot &amp;amp; sunny. And I'll assure you my make up will melts once I take a step under the hot sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talking about sun &amp;amp; hot weather. Ever since this weather appears out of nowhere, I am absolutely gonna take good care of my skin. Like duh, the hot weather will gives me a dry skin and so I have to apply a lotion gently onto my skin to protect against the sunlight. Its not a sunscreen block protection. Its a Eversoft UV protection hand &amp;amp; body lotion leaving it my skin so smooth &amp;amp; moisturise. Well its an intensive, non-greasy hand &amp;amp; body lotion that deeply moisturises and softens skin to restore its moisture balance throughout the day. Its UV Filter gives your skin daily protection from damaging UV rays on the outside and working in synergy with Sakura Extract &amp;amp; Lipo-Vit C whiten skin from the inside. Transform your skin into fairer, luminous and even-toned complexion in just 2 weeks. This is to avoid sunscreen to shine on your skin that makes your skin even darker. And it will protect your skin against it. How cool is that? Try it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm starving now. Alhamdulillah, there's lotsa food inside the refrigerator and I can cook it. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum called me recently. Here's the conversation between my mum &amp;amp; me. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*ring ring ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum : Hello, tengah uat pe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Hello, tengah main computer la, ape lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum : Oh, nak makan ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Nak makan gado-gado la. Kikin nye favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum : Lain tak de. Dah jawa, jawa jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Ala, tak kan mak tak tau, mak sendiri jawa. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum : Ye lah ye lah. Nasib baik bapak kau mama (indian). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Tapi kikin pun suke makanan mama (indian) jugak. Kata race indian. Tak kan nak buang darah dan keturunan sendiri. Kikin bangga race indian. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Mak cepat balik la. Kikin dah lapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum : Eh kau ni kau ingat aku ni boleh terbang. Atau kaki aku ade spring. Makan la ape yang ade kat dalam esbox dulu, kan banyak makanan ade. Kau kate nak esbox macam mat salleh, ade banyak makanan, ah tu lah kite kan ade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me : Ye lah. K lah bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum : Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The translation to english, uh, lazy to type. Go ask any of your Malay friends. And you will know from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Should I celebrate my 18th Birthday at St James Powerhouse? I don't feel like clubbing this year. I want to be a good girl. Can anybody change me with the way I am? Please come forward and appoach me. Change my life. I will love you forever deep down my heart. I'm not gonna lose you. Please change my life. I want somebody to change me. I don't want to go clubbing if I have a bf. I will go clubbing to have fun if I'm single. And if I have a bf, we can go clubbing. If he wants to. I don't mind.&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/4095684782033471609-6485050297235876554?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6485050297235876554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6485050297235876554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-avoid.html' title='To Avoid'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6347160631891798805</id><published>2009-06-09T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:24:18.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Big Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, Mum &amp;amp; Me had to do some groceries shopping again just now. We go to NTUC Fairprice at RM, not Ringgit Malaysia, its Rivervale Mall. Hehe. I got so happy &amp;amp; excited about this. Pompan giler going shopping! Please get rid of her or she will turn you into a giler like her. Lol! And now, our refrigerator is full of foods, fruit juices etc. Wow, awesome! And the total cost for today's Groceries Shopping is $95.00. Alhamdullilah, we don't need to take out our own cash to pay, thanks to NTUC Fairprice vouchers. Woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um, I enjoyed watching Breaking The Magicians Code. This guy here who doesn't want to show his real face, well exactly its all about breaking the code. He tells everything that ALL magicians are not real, so fake. And he shares us all the performance of every single individual magicians to make people believe him/her. Well, I respect him. He's the man. Now, I know all Magicians in this whole wide world are not real, the way they did to make people believe them. There are not doing all those things because of black magic, satanic pocessions, BIG NO NO. For ***damn sake, they are fcuking not real. Like for example, the magicians I know are David Copperfield, David Blaine &amp;amp; Chris Angel Mind Freak, I do not know if they are real or not for some reasons. Maybe they are real, Maybe they are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday. What should I do for tomorrow's?&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/4095684782033471609-6347160631891798805?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6347160631891798805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6347160631891798805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-big-thing.html' title='The Next Big Thing'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8198401094811268166</id><published>2009-06-08T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:19:52.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see, I change my skin again. From a template to a classic one. I'm getting ill these days. And the most illness I hated so much is my FLU. Urgh! Driving me insane. And I can finish a box of tissue in 1 day. Serious! Mum nagged at me. Lol! And oh, I got this dizzyness, and I couldn't possibly handle all the things. I need to get some rest. When is this H1N1 Swine Flu case gonna end? So troublesome, you know. Wherever I go, there's this temperature check. So much of crisis going on such as economy. Wait, bad weather in Singapore? How come. Its so hot &amp;amp; sunny here. Apparently, I enjoy seeing Channel News Asia online especially the latest news etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my grandparents. The only grandparents I get to meet in person is my grandma, mum's mother. She passed away in 2000 when I was only 9 years old. I never get to see my grandpa, mum's dad ever since I was born till now. I never get to see my grandparents, dad's parent ever since I was born till now, but grandma only I was so little, a few months old, still a baby, how could I remember that? Nevermind. I miss them so much. I am more close to my mum's side. They're the best of both worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I dreamt of ... I don't know who's that person is. He seems I never met before. I was many times dreamt of dead people. Truthfully, I don't really know who they are. Alhamdullilah, it was not a nightmare. Just a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna watch Hannah Montana The Movie. Anyone wanna bring me to watch that?&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/4095684782033471609-8198401094811268166?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8198401094811268166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8198401094811268166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/buzz.html' title='Buzz'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-511517365519099014</id><published>2009-06-08T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:06:53.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hot DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw Shan Wee 98.7FM dj after Pussycat Dolls concert. He was sitting down outside SIS. Omg! Firstly, when I saw him I don't really regonize him, I was thinking "Erm, this guy looks familiar to me, but who is he anyway?". And then but when I walk halfway, I realize it was him. Asshole, wanna take picture with him, but he already went back to somewhere. Alamak! He's so fcuking damn tall &amp;amp; handsome. So hot! The british born &amp;amp; chinese-british guy, Shan is so hot. Lol! I just can't imagine if I were to stand next to him, woah, wondering I am standing next to a lamp post. Haha. So tall. At that time, I was walking right infront of him, silly me, don't regonize him. I see him with a blur sotong face. and he look at me like 'shy' face and then smiled, I was like "Eh how come this guy smiled at me like that". Cair aku dibuatnye. Then I remember it was him. Ah, asshole. But too bad He &amp;amp; Rozz are in an open relationship. Never get to take a picture with him. I wish one day I saw him somewhere, I wanna take a picture with him. And if I saw Muttons to Midnight also, I really keen to take a picture with them too. Plus Rozz too. My favorite 98.7FM DJS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sister will be arriving Singapore tonight!&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/4095684782033471609-511517365519099014?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/511517365519099014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/511517365519099014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-dj.html' title='A hot DJ'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2895186284732210501</id><published>2009-06-07T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:03:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got home from Compass Point. Mum dragged me as I was lazy to go out. And so, I wear simple clothing, no make up &amp;amp; my 'kembang' hair. Bad hair day! I want to get a loose curls hair. Please! Okay, mum wanted to buy 'pisau belit' for dad at Cold Storage. But don't have. And we never bought anything there. Haha. Sian go Cold Storage. Fresh Food People meh? I like NTUC Fairprice, cheap-cheap mah. Hahahaha. Then, proceed to Four Leaves bought Cheese Friend. Then, proceed to LJS, oh, long time no eat. Okay, the malay guy who serve at the cashier, I asked him "2 set of 2 piece chicken meal. Drinks coke. And give me 1 cheese. Take away". But in the end, he didn't gave me MY CHEESE. Argh !!!!! I am so angry with him. He is so forgetful. He is so tall. I have to look up and order my meal. Lmao. Feel like wanna complain to his manager. Nevermind. Kesian plak dia. I pity him, who knows he might get fired because of me. Tak pe kasi chance. Kesian dia nanti. You should be happy to have a customer like me, patience customer. I'm so sad I ate without a cheese. Cry out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My hair is stupid &amp;amp; weird today. So the 'kembang' &amp;amp; 'dry'. Need to apply Loreal hair treatment. Hehe.&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/4095684782033471609-2895186284732210501?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2895186284732210501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2895186284732210501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheres-my-cheese.html' title='Where&apos;s my cheese?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4543672558486481316</id><published>2009-06-07T17:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:53:59.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free like a Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My left eye is swollen again. And this time I got worst eyebags too. I need to apply whitening for eyebags, so that it could lighten it. But literally, this will takes time. Sometimes, if I don't wear make up, I have to wear my spec for protection so that I could cover up my eyebags. Uh, wearing spec's is so uncomfortable. Tomorrow sister is coming back to Singapore. She went to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia just to accompany and support her Metal mates. And sister ask me to listen Metal songs. My ears gonna burst soon. Okay, I support every concept that everyone are into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ramai kawan-kawan ku yang lama dan sekarang dah berpunya. Rabak sak korang. Kata nak jadi single ladies. Kurang asam, korang. Tinggal kan aku jadi single lady. Haha. Tak pe, tunggu nanti! Merajok ah. Nanak kawan korang ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job. I think I just have to work Part-Time first. Does anyone can recommend me your job? I am free this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am waiting for New Moon. I wanna watch New Moon. So romantic. But when is the movie gonna released? New Moon is getting more of Romance. Sweet ... !!! And desperately waiting Transformers 2 (Revenge of the Fallen) on 24th June. Tak sabar lah ...&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/4095684782033471609-4543672558486481316?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4543672558486481316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4543672558486481316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/free-like-bird.html' title='Free like a Bird'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7977076636234568119</id><published>2009-06-07T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:30:51.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku memang MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nowadays things don't really work out that well. I don't regularly msg-ing my friends this days unless I'm close to them. Old friends kept saying that I'm MIA. Like who cares. And fyi, I'll always be MIA. I like it that way as a matter of fact. I top-up my prepaid to my handphone, and I get 180 free sms. Cool s***! And now, down to 93 free sms left. Starting 2 weeks ago and last week, I often msg-ing my friends. And that's why my free sms is going down. Oh, I wanna top-up my prepaid card to my handphone again. I know I'm crazy, kept topping up my handphone for no reason. I just wanna that fcuking many free smses. Hell yeah! I don't intend to break out my own words like "Fcuk you!". I have to stop speaking vulgar languages to people now. Some people might see me as a 'nice &amp;amp; decent girl' but thats from the outside. The real me, you wouldn't wanna know from the inside. Um, when I enter ITE College East, I feel different. I am very happy to have UO0801F classmate. Especially my close- friends, they changed my life. I appreciate them so much. I love ITE College East so much. The best ITE in Singapore that change my life. Even though there are full of mats &amp;amp; minahs, gangsters, pai-lang etc ... But still we keep moving on! Okay lets just don't talk about this no more. Anyway, stop asking me whether I have boyfriend or ex-boyfriends. I don't have any either of them. I just can't find a nice guy for me. It's hard to find one in Singapore. I don't have any criminal records, okay! But I got hospital records. Fractured leg, ankle, hips &amp;amp; wrist. Cool or what! Haha. And yesterday someone driving me insane at Toa Payoh Interchange. You know there's a queue at 88 berth. I queue behind this bodoh chinese guy. He suppose to go inside and queue but he cut the queue, so I thought the place he stand was the queue. Then, I found out he cut the queue. Chebai! And so, I go queue at 88. Infront of me there's this nyonya, she's like gonna had a fall, and so I helped her out. She speaked mandarin to me, I can understand abit, and I answer her in mandarin. Then, behind me is her son. So, I asked him "Why not you stand infront of me and help your mum". He said "Thank you. I'm afraid she might had an accident. You know she's old". I said "Nevermind. Its alright. I understand the situation, you may cut my queue". He said "Thank you, Miss. You're so nice &amp;amp; grateful. May god bless you". I said "You welcome *smile*". Then, bus 88 arrived, thank god its not double-decker. I hate bus double-decker. I prefer a single-decker. Don't know leh. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum asked me to change my hairstyle. I want !!!    ; )&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/4095684782033471609-7977076636234568119?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7977076636234568119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7977076636234568119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-memang-mia.html' title='Aku memang MIA'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1017502516137917151</id><published>2009-06-06T22:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:00:14.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussycat Dolls @ Singapore (Doll Dominition) 4th June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I promise ya'll for the Pussycat Dolls photos. As you realize they are only 4 of them from The Pussycat Dolls, Jessica didn't attend the concert as she fractured her bone. I hope she will be okay soon. And here are the photos ... Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere at Bukit Batok road otw to PIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112007454331_1651253174_27377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The people waiting outside SIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112007534333_1651253174_27377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Niza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112007654336_1651253174_27378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Aini (sister)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112007734338_1651253174_27378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Shikin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273783_1738193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Niza &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273788_2337584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &amp;amp; Aini (sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112007934343_1651253174_27378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aini (sister) &amp;amp; Niza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112007974344_1651253174_27378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008054346_1651253174_27378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha macam paham, they expect me to take their photos. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008254351_1651253174_27379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Pompan Sewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008294352_1651253174_27379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Next Pussycat Dolls Singapore Season 1. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008414355_1651253174_27379.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look shocked here. Trust me! As I turn my head, and my sister took a picture of me. I look silly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008334353_1651253174_27379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another macam paham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008374354_1651253174_27379.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, I know &lt;s&gt;REAL&lt;/s&gt; FAKE SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008534358_1651253174_27379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112012054446_1651253174_27388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thinking of who? So what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273807_4804879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay the extras behind. Niza &amp;amp; Aini (sister).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273883_8100168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aini (sister) &amp;amp; Niza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273805_5812090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aini (sister) &amp;amp; Niza. The guy next to Niza, is freaking crazy! So hyper. The way he dance ... fulamak, kalah Pussycat Dolls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008854366_1651253174_27380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so proud of Singaporeans, Singapore PR &amp;amp; Foreigners, they are so supporting. The crowd like watching a football match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112008974369_1651253174_27380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay, THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112009254376_1651253174_27381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kimberly, Nicole, Melody &amp;amp; Ashley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112009334378_1651253174_27381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112009414380_1651253174_27381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112009614385_1651253174_27382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112009654386_1651253174_27382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The crowd are getting WILD !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112009974394_1651253174_27383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112010134398_1651253174_27383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112010614410_1651253174_27384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112010734413_1651253174_27385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112011254426_1651253174_27386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112011494432_1651253174_27387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112011534433_1651253174_27387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4526_1112011574434_1651253174_27387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273821_6719413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273823_1710527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1651253174_273830_6571262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, that's all for the photos for today. I still got many photos left, so if ya wanna see, check them out at my Facebook (only applicable to people who are on my Facebook friends list).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehe. If ya wanna see, add me then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Off to sleep now. So sleepy and effing tired. Gonna eat Panadol Extra now. My legs hurts alot. Its like I can feel my broken bone inside is coming out soon. I used to fractured my leg when I was a little. So yeah, I can't run anymore. Or else its gonna hurts alot, and my doctor will scold &amp;amp; nag at me. Serious, no kidding! My doctor forbid me not to run, eat chocolates, eggs, prawns, jumping &amp;amp; kick-boxing. But I stubborn mah, don't wanna listen to his advise. Kepala batu! =.=&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/4095684782033471609-1017502516137917151?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1017502516137917151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1017502516137917151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Pussycat Dolls @ Singapore (Doll Dominition) 4th June 2009'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3842860597756572768</id><published>2009-06-06T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:43:34.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, I have the Pussycat Dolls photos &amp;amp; videos with me at my thumbdrive. But I can't upload it here now, I'm tired. Maybe later when I got home from Toa Payoh or tomorrow. I just got home from Tanjong Pagar Railway Station and later I'm off to Toa Payoh. My legs are aching. I just wanna give up but still I have to bear with it and must tahan. Anyway, I, Mummy &amp;amp; Brother send Sister to Tanjong Pagar Railway Station just now. She's going to Kuala Kumpur, Malaysia with her Metal friends, there's gonna be a Metal gig there. She will be back this Monday. Like omg, when I reached at Tanjong Pagar Railway Station, I felt like I'm at Malaysia. Trust me, the place you will find so exactly like in Malaysia. Haha. Okay, then Brother send Me &amp;amp; Mummy home. We were travelling along Ayer Rajah Expressway going towards East Coast Parkway Expressway, and we came across and found Makam Habib Noh, and I read Al-Fatihah prayers. Then, we enter Kallang-Payar Lebar Expressway and exit Buangkok Drive. Damn, the journey is so freaking long and the speed limit approximately 7o, must not more than 70. Lame sia. I kept asking my Brother, "Faster lah, just speed". And he said "Siao ah you, got speed camera". Haha. Now, I'm wearing Black Top with Pussycat Dolls printed on it. Woot. Okay later Mum, Me &amp;amp; Daddy gonna take 159 from Sengkang Interchange all the way to the end journey at Toa Payoh Interchange, then take 238 to Lorong 8 Toa Payoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay that's all I have to say ... I will be back and upload Pussycat Dolls photos &amp;amp; videos either in the evening/night or tomorrow. Till then, bye!&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/4095684782033471609-3842860597756572768?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3842860597756572768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3842860597756572768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-journey.html' title='What a Journey'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7344663638269995636</id><published>2009-06-03T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:02:03.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secrets Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was searching and surfing the net to look out some interesting creating avatar or something. And I found this cool webiste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dovehairtherapy.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://dovehairtherapy.com.sg/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to create your own hairstyle. It's free. Check out my new hairstyle! Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um, I look like a little girl in these. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/379_8mzAYno3tn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um, this hairstyle is rather okay. But I still think it's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/380_AOTloOZC5W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um, and woah, I look horrible in these. I don't like short hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/381_bL41Zth355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And hey, this is the real me. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201849_1698060-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter what, I still wanna keep my hair longer. I don't wanna cut unless I wanna trim abit. I look fine with long hair, but short hair, yucks! Straightforward, I HATE girls, ladies &amp;amp; womans with short hair. To me, its like a guys hair. What ya think about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I've got new topics for today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'NEVER BE BROKE AGAIN'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone had a little shopping weakness. Here's the secret to beating yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You're the Emotional Shopper ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you feel stressed, shopping can be an instant pick-me-up: It offers excitement (new stuff) and immediate gratification (taking a purchase home). But the rush is temporary - and can create more stress later when your wallet is empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SOLUTION: Go to the mall and try on whatever you like - but leave your wallet at home. You'll get the escape from boredom and stress without spending money. And if you still feel down, try working out. It releases feel-good hormones called endorphins (they're free!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You're the Label Queen ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, it can feel like the only way to keep up with trends is to dress in designer clothes from head to toe. But celebs and trendsetters share this secret: Instead of giving in to every temptation, they buy only a few splurges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SOLUTION: Each season, pick out one major piece that you love and that looks good on you. It's not bad if "stuff" makes you happy, as long as it's not the only thing that makes you happy! Then, fill out the rest of your closet with afffordable basics that will make your splurge really stand out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You're the Free Spender ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you start your week with $30 in your wallet, then realize by Tuesday that it's gone - and you have nothing to show for it? That's what happens when you spend as you go instead of planning ahead of what you really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SOLUTION: For one weel, record everything you buy in your phone's memo pad, or on your computer. You'll see where your money goes and how to make it go further. If you realize that you're spending, say, $2 a day on candy, you could switch to a multipack and end up saving hundreds of dollars a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of the secrets tips are from SEVENTEEN, Singapore in April 2009 issue.&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/4095684782033471609-7344663638269995636?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7344663638269995636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7344663638269995636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-searching-and-surfing-net-to-look.html' title='The Secrets Revealed'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2647257687207392894</id><published>2009-06-02T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:45:02.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever is getting higher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up this morning, I realize something unusual about my face. My left eye is swollen. I don't feel like going to see doctor, but my mum force me to. Well, I'm still 17 not yet 18, mum accompanied me. And of, I have to wear my specs to cover up my swollen eye. How cool. I thought today might not be so many poeple. But when mum &amp;amp; me have reach Sengkang Polyclinic around 9am+, there's temperature screening at the entance. Damn it, I hate temperature screening. And so, that person checked my temperature, its 37.1C. Woot. Then, proceed to the registration, wait for my turn. Thirty minutes later, my number called. The person asked me to go and check my height &amp;amp; weight before waiting outside consultation room. Yes, I got asthma at that time. Uh, my weight down to 42kg from 45kg. Argh!!! Then, proceed and waited outside consultation room. Waited for almost 2 hours. ZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzzZZZZzzz. I saw my mum talking to a malay dude. Tak de keje. Mum approached me and said "Anak angkat aku baru. Aku tak kenal atau tegur dia, dia yang tegur aku, peramah orangnye". Lol! I see him, he kept touching his tummy, mum said he got stomach cramps and having diarrhoea. Oh how sad. Okay, 1 hours 57 minutes later, my number called. I knock the door and open the door. I sat on the chair. My doctor says "What's your problem, miss?". So I said "My eye is swollen. I got running nose &amp;amp; cough". Then he examine my left eye. He check my fever temperature, wow, its going up from 37.1C to 38.5C. Awesome! Siao. Luckily I don't need to wear the mask. Troublesome ah. And he said "Do you wear contact lenses? And do you wear specs often?". I said "I don't wear contact lenses and I don't wear specs often unless if I got swollen eye, I'll wear specs to cover up". He said "Okay". Then, he asked me to see his finger moving whether or not I could follow his finger. Yes, I managed to follow his finger. He said "Oh, you got virus on your eye". I said "Hah, what!". Then, I keep it quiet. So he gave me medicine. The medicine are Eyedrop, Eye Oint, Running Nose, Tablet to suck when coughing, Cough Syrup &amp;amp; Asthma. I said to him "I got asthma?". He said "Yes, I can see the way you breathe so loud and I can hear you wheezing, your asthma is getting worsen". Haha. Thank god, he never ask me to go hospital. So, he gave me the prescription slip and I got take my medicine. Around 12pm+, I go to Burger King at Compass Point wanted to buy Double Whopper with Cheese meal for my brother, guess who I saw? My doctor. Lol. He's eating burger king. Kata doctor nak kene jage kesihatan tak nak makan makanan berlemak. Haha. Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And off me &amp;amp; mum go to Interchange and off we go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I ate my medicine already recently, of course. Right now, I'm having breathe difficulties. Its gonna be okay later on ... breathe in, breathe out ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My neck is so painful. I couldn't look down and look upwards. So rather painful. My temperature is still 38.5C now. Ahhh... gonna go for Groceries Shopping at NTUC at Rivervale Mall  later evening. And pass my illness to everybody there. Haha.&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/4095684782033471609-2647257687207392894?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2647257687207392894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2647257687207392894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/fever-is-getting-higher.html' title='Fever is getting higher'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-9067274556683465337</id><published>2009-06-01T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:57:09.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I know you want me. You know I want you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You said move on, but where do I go?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Thinking of you, what you would do if you were the one who was spending the night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh I wish I was looking into your eyes. I think you should know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I hope you know, I hope you know. That this has nothing to do with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We've got some straightening out to do. And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But I've got to get a move on with my life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, the sentences above, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt; must forget him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People usually hook-ups, but I don't hook-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate 'hook-ups'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want a last-long relationship. Insyaallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I adore this phrase "I love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But till now I still have not found my Mr Right yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its really hard to find nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's bunch of bad guys I've seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad guys always says "Are you open-minded?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh no. I am not open-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That words sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friends kept asking me "Have you found your Mr Right/Prince Charming yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I'm so hating this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's not evade this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have learn new things for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to go on with my life and go through the motions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I must not encumber my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope this June month, I must change myself. My life has to go on even though I'm facing difficulties and struggling with things that I would never do. I'm a Big Girl now. I am no longer a Small/Little Girl now. I am going to be a Lady in 3 years time. No more growing pains. Stop being filthy and luxurious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-9067274556683465337?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9067274556683465337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9067274556683465337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-you-want-me.html' title='Life&apos;s Changed'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3687504641187299841</id><published>2009-06-01T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:47:37.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Bad Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay let's repeat the story about yesterday. I had a good time spending 9 hours at my sister workplace at Bukit Batok. But unfortunately something is making me insane, its my bloody bad flu. I kept sneezing all the time from 8.30am-5.30pm. Damn! I ate my medicine but still not working at all. I spend a few hours surfing the net at the back of my sister counter, there's a big room, full of chairs, documents, tables etc ... So then, I gave up surfing the net. I sat at one corner. All I could hear is Susan fighting with her customers. Lol! She rocks! I hate customers even though I so-called a customer too, but I am a good &amp;amp; nice customer. I don't always complain. Haha. Well, yesterday sister &amp;amp; her colleagues got not much customers as it was TGIS (Thank God Its Sunday), suppose to be TGIF. Lol! So, we all slack. Okay, as I was saying I got a serious bloody bad &amp;amp; worst flu, so basically, I go out from my sister office then proceed to the sunny light and stand under the hot sun for 30 minutes, I'm so gonna get a sunburn for sure. I sat like ah-peks do. Haha. But guess what my flu isn't working, and not curing yet. Ah, damn it. Then, its lunch time. Well, Me, Sister &amp;amp; Susan decided to go out for a lunch and takeaway, we went to West Mall. Sister asked me what do I want to eat. So I said I want Macdonald's. She bought Nuggets Meal, the drink change to Hot Coffee. Finally we went back to their workplace and eat and eat and eat. We are eating while watching chinese drama. I so like chinese drama instead of the malay drama. I just don't know why. Like wtf, I drank Hot Coffee, my flu is not cured yet. Aiyah. Stubborn flu. If you were next to me, I'm sure you will leave. Yes, its true. I sneeze and shout "HhhhhaaaaaaChiuuuuuuuuuu". Blah Blah Blah. Lol! Then, Susan gave me a medicine called Zyrtec. So I eat it. Hhhmm, sounds okay to me. Its curing slowly and way better. Then, its 5.30pm. OFFICE HOURS CLOSED! I sat in my sister car at the front while Susan sat at the rear, we sent Susan at Bukit Batok MRT Station, then off we go fetch Brother &amp;amp; Mummy, then off we go to Town. What! I sneeze again and again. Sister is spending her money mostly on clothes. Oh, we all got tired, so I &amp;amp; Sister decided to buy Fried Mars Balls at The British Takeaway at Far East Plaza, we sat at one corner and eat. Yay, we finally go home afterwards. Go to the carpark and ciao. So, when I got home, I quickly go to the bathroom, wash my feet &amp;amp; face. Then go get changed. Eat my medicine. Off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uh, I'm feeling so good this morning. So fresh!&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/4095684782033471609-3687504641187299841?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3687504641187299841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3687504641187299841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloody-bad-flu.html' title='Bloody Bad Flu'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3211027060691647817</id><published>2009-05-31T09:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:36:37.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit. Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sitting at my sister workplace at Bukit Batok. I woke up at 5.30am today morning. So, I will be sitting here throughout till 5.30pm doing my resume, printing out my resume, posting resume for recruitment. And I'm having bad flu right now. Worst. Luckily I bring my Panadol Extra &amp;amp; Panadol C. All I have to do here is to do my resume, play online games, chatting etc ... gonna sleep for awhile later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn, this computer is so old-school. I can't play games. Sick and Bored. Uh, when is my flu gonna cured. I gotta sleep now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't wanna stare blankly at this computer or else I will rabun. I don't want to be a spec-wearer. I'm wearing a jacket now to keep me warm. I need somebody to talk now. My sister &amp;amp; her colleague are serving their customers and I'm all alone at the back.&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/4095684782033471609-3211027060691647817?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3211027060691647817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3211027060691647817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/sit-and-do-resume.html' title='Sit. Sleep.'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2384520412974895779</id><published>2009-05-30T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:45:44.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some said "Hey Shikin, you look tall".&lt;br /&gt;Some said "Hey Shikin, you're average".&lt;br /&gt;While some said "Hey Shikin, you're short".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care with my height. I'm fine with my 160cm height. I don't wanna get so tall othewise I will look like bapok. In my photos, I may look either short or tall. Please don't practically judge me with the way I am. You don't know me. And you haven't met me. So please stop all the rumours passing around messages especially gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have medium long hair. I got dark brown highlighted hair which soon to be either light brown or blonde. I love to shopping depends on the situation I'm into or if I have some cash with me. I enjoy seeing sales especially on clothes, bags &amp;amp; shoes. I don't shop everyday. I don't go with rich guys. I don't see rich guys and spend their money over our stuffs. I am not the one. I am just a girl who knows bad &amp;amp; good things. Just be aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a pure either malay or indian girl. I am mixed. I am not a racist like so proud of my mixed blood. I'm like a multi-cultural, making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so hate people like criticsm other people with the way they look, dressing up etc ... Like come on, ignore them. Let them be with the way they are. Don't always said "She's/He's ugly" , "She's/He's fat" , "She's/He's skinny ... I hate all this things that came up from your mouth. You're ruining everything. Look at yourself, don't ya have any weird things on your body? I know you should have one. Everybody have its own ways. Still don't get it? Meaning you're the one who always criticsm and spoilt. Literally, being sarcastic is always what we always do. In public, people walking passed by eachother. Some might said "She's/He's hot! Get over it. Pretty, Hot, Beautiful, Gorgeous &amp;amp; Handsome doesn't give happiness. You can be like them. But the only thing that is the most important of among all is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiritings were done by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shikin&lt;/strong&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/4095684782033471609-2384520412974895779?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2384520412974895779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2384520412974895779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-said-hey-shikin-you-look-tall.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6701060947069211945</id><published>2009-05-28T21:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:07:39.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Photos / Trip to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The First 6 photos were captured at my parents room. I got nothing to do coz I just got home from somewhere. So yeah, instead of changing my clothes to my home home clothes, I am getting ready to take photos of myself. Okay, thats lame. Its been a long time I've never take photos of myself. And now I'm Syiok Sendiri. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/27052009057.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/27052009058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/27052009062.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/27052009066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/27052009064.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/27052009069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay starting photos from below here, all of them were captured at Town. The day was on 28 May 2009. Well, I suppose to go to school to meet my former ITE friends plus do my resume in school at the MLC. So, I wore my school uniform Maroon Polo T to school. Okay, lame. I am no longer a student from the school, I am now the alumni of the school. Haha. Initially, I meet Aisha at Tampines Interchange. Damn, I waited for her nearly 1 hour. I kept messaging her "Where are you nw?". Lol! I waited for her outside small Macdonald's next to the bus 31 queue. Seating down all alone. Looking &amp;amp; Staring at people walking &amp;amp; running going towards bus interchange &amp;amp; the MRT. Haha. So, I listen to my MP3. About 1 hour later, Aisha came. So yeah, we proceed to bus 31 queue. And the bus arrived soon after. So, meet up with Fahadah first at Cafe 1. Then, went back to Cafe 2 to eat and meet up with Siti there. I ate Chicken Chop, I've been waiting for so long for this, and finally I get to eat my Favorite School Chicken Chop. Yay! And oh, we proceed to the MLC computer lab. I am showing off I'm the student of ITE College East. Haha. Mepek ah kau! Then, we helped Siti with her tasks. And oh, I decided not to do my resume. Yes, I am lazy. So then, we plan to go out to town. I ate again at Cahaya Restaurant at Far East Plaza. Omg, this time its Fried Rice Chicken. I'm starting to make fun of my tummy. Aisha &amp;amp; Siti laugh so hard. My tummy is looking to be exploded soon. Haha. Large tummy with fats in it and NOT a foetus. Haha. And here are the photos ... Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/28052009090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4710_1071531750770_1300413918_30201.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201787_242906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201789_5343343.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201837_1086152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201839_3264143.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4710_1071531870773_1300413918_30201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4710_1071531910774_1300413918_30201.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201852_3098507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4710_1071541031002_1300413918_30201.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201838_771359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4710_1071547791171_1300413918_30201.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201841_5685612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201849_1698060.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201850_7743752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201851_270303.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/n1300413918_30201858_3484901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a great time with you girls. Thanks so much. Hope we could go out sometime again in June. IMY!&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/4095684782033471609-6701060947069211945?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6701060947069211945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6701060947069211945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Fun Photos / Trip to Town'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8639178354214552338</id><published>2009-05-27T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:33:30.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got home from going to Century Square, Nokia shop to repair my brother's handphone. Damn, that Phillipine lady, I just don't know what is she talking to me. She speaks English to me, and most of the speaking are Tagalog, fcuk! This type of employee you shouldn't hired. Don't even know basic english, ade hati nak keje kat Singapore. So, my brother's handphone will be fixed in 2-3 working days. So, after that, Mum &amp;amp; Me walk-walk around Century Square, lazy to go Tampines Mall, I know it just next to it, so basically we're lazybum. Gosh, I go to BHG, I saw shoes. OMG! My eyes are sparkling. I love this gorgeous heel but it cost &lt;b&gt;$59.90&lt;/b&gt;. Wow, so expensive. Nah, nevermind. And off we go home. Urgh, my leg hurts alot. Blame the bus 27 taking so long, I'm waiting at the bus-stop standing for an hour, no empty seats, bloody hell. So, 35 minutes later, I find so many people are going to board the bus, so I just being a kiasu standing infront so that I could board the bus first, well indeed I am. There are not much empty seats left. I saw an empty seat next to a chinese dude, so I just seat outside. A few bus-stops later, the bus was crowded with bunch of idiots. Worst. I hate bus 27. And what the heck they start the first journey from Hougang Interchange, last it used to be in Sengkang Interchange, I was so happy but then it changes to bloody Hougang. Orang hougang sibuk ah, gi mampos ah korang! Macam tak de bus lain nak naik, boleh boleh bus 27 nak naik. Geram nye aku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay, tomorrow I am meeting friends in my former ITE College East school. I miss them. I am sorry if I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MIA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I always like that. Apologizes. Anyway, I have not clean away my make-up now, coz I'm afraid if sister would call to follow her to somewhere.&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/4095684782033471609-8639178354214552338?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8639178354214552338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8639178354214552338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/left-behind.html' title='Left Behind'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7964674822018541577</id><published>2009-05-26T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:07:33.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans are Rotting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am listening to an indonesian band song, &lt;b&gt;Cerita Cinta&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Zorro&lt;/b&gt; from Sensasi Channel. Omg, I'm in love with the song. Okay this week plans is rotting. Its either confirmed or cancelled or postponed. Sister wants me to accompany her to Vivo city this friday, just to buy new clothes, shoes etc for wearing in the Pussycat Dolls Live. Okay lame. And tomorrow, I've to go to Nokia repair shop to fix my Brother's handphone. Anyway, I've been dreaming all day. I don't know know what or who am I thinking. I miss Popeye biscuit, so delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9 days to PUSSYcAT DOLLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I can feel my tooth is falling soon. I hope the vampire-look tooth shall fell. I look horrible with the vampire-look tooth. And that's why I've been smilling like that without showing off my teeth, it's because of my ugly vampire-look tooth. I need to visit my dentist soon, but I'm afraid of dentist. You wouldn't wanna know how come I'm afraid of them. When I was a little, I was force to go and see my dentist during my Primary School days, so Mum &amp;amp; Bro drag me to the dental. I scream out loud. Haha. That time I was only 7 years old. So cute. Dream on! Until now I hate to go to the dental. I really hate the 'plucking sharp thing' which the dentist happens to use to remove the bacteria especially the yellow thing in your teeth. Haha bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna go to the gym to do some work-outs on my tummy to make it flat. But cannot uh, its getting bigger than ever, fyi, I am not pregnant. I got fats on my tummy. I eat whatever I want especially fast-food that have lotsa fats. Wow power! And now, worst. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Babat Boncet perut aku&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sis &amp;amp; Liza (her colleague). We are so gonna wear high-heels to PCD. Dress-up abis punya! We plan to be the first 3 to be arrive at Indoor Stadium. Haha. Cannot make it uh! So, on that day itself, Sister &amp;amp; Liza is working. So, it would be late if Sister fetch me from home. So, I have to meet them at Bukit Batok MRT. And off we go to Indoor Stadium. And Sister purposely wants me to take a cab from home to Indoor Stadium. I don't know how to go there lah. I will confirm lost! I still remember I lost at Marina square, I don't even know how to go home. I read the signage, so just follow. But then, I ended up at the same place. I keep on searching where is Citylink Underground. Finally, I found Citylink. Anyway, the journey from Bukit Batok to Kallang, wow. So far away.&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/4095684782033471609-7964674822018541577?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7964674822018541577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7964674822018541577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans-are-rotting.html' title='Plans are Rotting'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-9057592867748058203</id><published>2009-05-25T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:34:04.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of 2007 &amp; 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lets go back to the year of 2007 &amp;amp; 2008. It was such a memories. Here's are the 2 photos which I found at my photobucket so far, flipping back to the old times pages. I had a good time. The first photo captured ending of WWE, at the Singapore Indoor Stadium in 2007. I had my cute short afro-look hair, I was 15 years old at that time not yet 16 only a few months to 16. And the last photo captured the ending of THE CONDENDER ASIA 2008 at the Singapore Indoor Stadium last year when I was only 16 not even 17 yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/11.jpg" /&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/4095684782033471609-9057592867748058203?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9057592867748058203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/9057592867748058203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-go-back-to-year-of-2007-2008.html' title='Memories of 2007 &amp; 2008'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4768748329338786442</id><published>2009-05-22T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:01:03.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush Hush, A Love Game</title><content type='html'>I am hereby would like to inform you that I will be seeing The Pussycat Dolls LIVE in Singapore at the Singapore Indoor Stadium on 4th June 2009 at 8pm. Sister &amp;amp; I suppose to purchase $128 tickets, but unfortunately, it was sold out. So, literally we had to purchase the $98 and sister finally bought it at Sistic. And I heard rumors that Lady Gaga is coming to Singapore? OMG! I wanna see her. But when is she coming here? Anyway, less than a month to 98.7FM Life's a Beach party. Woo hoo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Night at The Museum at Downtown East E-Hub! Looking forward to that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm addicted to Facebook games now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-4768748329338786442?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4768748329338786442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4768748329338786442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-earthlings-i-am-hereby-would-like.html' title='Hush Hush, A Love Game'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7935551081102933029</id><published>2009-05-21T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:35:46.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush Hush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay, I can't wait to see Pussycat Dolls in Lion City (Singapore) at Singapore Indoor Stadium on 4th June 2009 at 8pm. Sister bought $98 each 2X, that gives a total of $196, well we plan to purchase $128 each 2X, that gives a total of $256, but it was selling fast and left only 1 seat. So too bad. At least we can get to watch them and see them dancing. Cool. I love PUSSYCAT DOLLS. But at least not $68, or I will be seating way far behind or maybe try-outs the rooftop. Haha. Yes, finally $98. Quite near to the stage but a little too far. Sister, you have done so many things for me, you bought me this and that. I promise one day when I have a job, I will pay you back meaning I will treat you Swensens etc ... I promise! And the thing you making me jealous is, you're the first person in our siblings to ride an airplane. Not far. I've never ride an airplane before. Hehe. Insyaallah, one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what's in my mind now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-7935551081102933029?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7935551081102933029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7935551081102933029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/hush-hush.html' title='Hush Hush'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3713863456410287486</id><published>2009-05-21T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:22:55.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's so good being a ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far, Kris Allen won American Idol XIII, its worth it. Just think if Adam Lambert won, do you he still continue to be gay as he used to be last time? Who knows. Nevermind. No matter what, I still like &amp;amp; support Kris Allen even though he's gay. But I like where he got the sense of rockstar after all. I am so amazed. Kris Allen reminds me of Jason Mraz, like a slow singing, except Adam Lambert, he got the moves. But still, I admire both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now watching Ellen Degeneres. Omg, what exactly fcuking wrong with her hair? And I know she's a lesbian. Her lesbian partner is so pretty from Aussie. What's so good about being lesbian &amp;amp; gay? Like I said, do you still remember T.A.T.U from Russia? They used to be a lesbian, kissing in the part of All The Thing She Said video scene. One of them already married with a guy and had a baby. Some said they are not lesbian while Some said they are lesbian. I am confused. I don't really care who the fcuk are they. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not gonna apply jobs at this precious moment, I got alot of things to do this May &amp;amp; June month. So, on 20th June onwards, I will find a job. Its so freaking hard to find a job as there are many foreigners coming in here in Singapore and get the permit job to work here. Go away! I want a job &lt;s&gt;now&lt;/s&gt; not now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay bye, I wanna watch dvd's all alone now. So boring. Tomorrow is the day NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2.&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/4095684782033471609-3713863456410287486?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3713863456410287486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3713863456410287486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-so-good-being.html' title='What&apos;s so good being a ...'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6209849731407854400</id><published>2009-05-20T16:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:56:13.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look weird. Where am I looking at? And I'm &lt;s&gt;smiling&lt;/s&gt; making stupid faces again. Okay weird. And Shiirah is hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at her smiling at the sky? Mimin is the Photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4483_83383191621_652711621_1932713_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I finally smiled. The Swensen Waiter is the Photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4483_83383206621_652711621_1932716_.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I am short among the people standing. I am standing at 160cm okay! The Swensen Waiter is the Photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4483_83383221621_652711621_1932719_.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on Shikin, please smile sincerely! But do I look okay with the smile like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/4483_83383201621_652711621_1932715_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Camera : Amirah&lt;br /&gt;Photographers for this photos above only : Amirah , The Swensen Waiter &amp;amp; Mimin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Models (eeek, no way!) : Reza , Mimin , Khairi , Zihah , Amirah , Me , Shiirah , Liana , Zainab , Adeq &amp;amp; Nurin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am looking forward to NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2 this Friday will be watching with my Sister &amp;amp; Brother. Woohoo ... I am so can't wait for the PARTY on 20th June at Sentosa! You should know. ; )&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/4095684782033471609-6209849731407854400?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6209849731407854400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6209849731407854400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/camera-amirah-photograhers-for-this.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7365940734807032709</id><published>2009-05-19T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:12:25.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>su-kia OR kia-su?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya Allah, its not my rezeki, maybe. I've tried various types of jobs, unfortunately, none of them take me as their employee. What you still don't believe me I am turning 18? For god's sake, yes I am. I know I may look like a 15 year old kid. But why are not letting me? Give me another chance. I don't have any criminal records. I don't suffer any serious illness. I never go to the Court. What do you want from me exactly? Nevermind, maybe its not my rezeki. Patience is what I will do for now. So I don't want to look out for jobs at the moment. On 20th June onwards, I will hunt jobs them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm off to Downtown East later to buy tickets in advanced. Kiasu sia us. This is what Singaporeans are. Being KIA-SU is the best!  =.=&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/4095684782033471609-7365940734807032709?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7365940734807032709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7365940734807032709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/su-kia-or-kia-su.html' title='su-kia OR kia-su?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6809735146367866481</id><published>2009-05-19T10:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:12:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Come On ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/18052009052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, this is my newest &amp;amp; latest photo of myself. I know you were laughing. As I purposely applied my lipstick with light colours, so called like a brown shiny, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am still looking out for jobs. I need to get my minds on &amp;amp; hands on to check out sites on career thing in Singapore. This days, its way hard to find jobs in Singapore as there are more foreigners are coming in and working here, getting more each day. How about our Singaporeans? We're more educated than them. We have this and that. What do you want more from us? Those like foreigners, they are not educated enough, but they are easily get jobs in Singapore here. That is so not fair. Like come on, their own countries have own local jobs, like duh! And what the fcuking are you migrate here just to get a job? Your own country has everything you wanted. But why our country? I know our economics, education, blah blah ... are getting good, and the salary is high. So please, let our fellow Singaporeans get a job for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marah nampak! Marah nampak! =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I seriously need my own laptop urgently so that I can spend my entire free time doing my thingy. Lol! And my useless computer is driving me insane all over again. Keeping from a nice soft-spoken (eek) into a heartache retarded that I would wanna scream out loud. I am really hungry now. Please ah, I am so sick of staying at home whole day. Does anybody willing to recommend me his/her job to me? I am 17 at the moment, gonna turn 18 this coming october. Urgh!!! Gonna be warded to Institute of Mental Hospital soon. Haha. I am becoming more frustrated each day.&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/4095684782033471609-6809735146367866481?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6809735146367866481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6809735146367866481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-come-on.html' title='Like Come On ...'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1407470777313802056</id><published>2009-05-17T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:19:46.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, I had this weird dream last night. And I still remember what is it all about. Basically, I can't tell you what my dream is all about. So, I'll tell you something strange. In my dream, I received a text message (sms) from someone, I don't know who's the sender recipient is. As I didn't see who was it from. The message says "23rd May is the day where something will happen to you". So I quickly woke up, and I still remember that message. Erm, may I know what will happen to me on that day itself? I hope tonight my dream will be continue.&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/4095684782033471609-1407470777313802056?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1407470777313802056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1407470777313802056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-strange.html' title='Something Strange'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8739703936500141868</id><published>2009-05-17T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:56:35.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Back the Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was Laina's 18th Birthday. So we celebrated her birthday at Swensen, Marina Square. But before that, we had our lunch at Burger King, Marina Square. Oh, I ate Rendang Double Meal. So sedap! Than, off we go to Swensen, secretly celebrating Liana's 18th Birthday, so Shiirah, Zihah &amp;amp; Amirah secretly order a ice-cream cake. And this waiter, a dude, serve us. And he help us out with the celebration, cool. So, he light up the candle and signal us, and we sing Liana a birthday song. Haha. Erm, before the cake arrives, Shiirah &amp;amp; Liana was so clumsy that both of them scream out loud because of the table that nearly fell. Mangkuk! Everybody sees us. So, we laugh so hard, oh, my tummy hurts alot. Luckily, the glass plate never fell, or else you girls have to pay for it. Lol! And we get our hands on, celebrate Liana's Birthday. So, after celebrating, the rest went to 7-eleven to buy ciggrattes to smoke. I am trying to avoid them by standing way far, I can't stand the smoke. Yucks! And by the way, I don't smoke unlike them, smoking is healthy, to them. Weird. And I heard bikes coming along the streets. There's so many of them. They planned to go ka-rao-ke. I didn't follow them. A few mintues later, sister called me asking where am I. So I say I'm at Marina Square. And she said, you saw bikes riding along the stretts? I say yes. And she said there's Motorcross next to Singapore Flyer. Mat scrambler, babe! I like, so hot! =.= Thought of going there, but unfortuntely, mum asked me to go home. So yeah, I took a train all alone from City Hall to Woodlands. So, I met mum &amp;amp; sister at Causeway Point, sister wanted to eat KFC, then off we go home. Mum nagged at me for being late and not going home early. Blah blah blah ... Okay, here's are the photos so far, just a few photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/16052009045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I forgot her name) , Nurin &amp;amp; Me. Okay, I look horrible. Blame me for not smiling sincerely. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/16052009046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nurin &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/16052009049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zainab &amp;amp; (I forgot her name).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/16052009050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE BIRTHDAY GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/16052009051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, DEAREST LIANA. MAY YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, she's a mixed of Caucasian &amp;amp; Malay. Her dad is Malay &amp;amp; her mum is Caucasian from Aussie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nashiirah, Nazihah, Amirah, Me, Zainab, Nurin, (the girl who I forgot her name), Khairi, Mimin &amp;amp; Reza. And thanks so much to the waiter dude from Swensen who help us out alot. Thanks for the service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095684782033471609-8739703936500141868?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8739703936500141868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8739703936500141868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-was-lainas-18th-birthday.html' title='Bringing Back the Memories'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2160897947390575616</id><published>2009-05-14T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:52:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy, don't force me to sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sleepy. I am forcing myself to continue surfing the internet. I can't just follow my eyes. I can't sleep now otherwise I can't sleep at night, which gives me spending my whole time waking up, and I can see many mysterious thing in my house. That's creepy anyway ... Me &amp;amp; My Sister have seen many mysterious things in our house especially in our room. It scares us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm hungry. I feel like eating KFC now. Can anybody buy for me?  I want Fillet Burger Meal, the whipped potato changed to cheesefries. Thank you! If you buy for me this, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.      =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can anybody bring me out someday? I'm just bored at home. Okay, I am lame.&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/4095684782033471609-2160897947390575616?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2160897947390575616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2160897947390575616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepy-dont-force-me-to-sleep.html' title='Sleepy, don&apos;t force me to sleep!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6678293394181211486</id><published>2009-05-13T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:46:42.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got no plans for this coming weekends. Ooops, got lah. This saturday off to have a group dates with high school friends. Nah, kidding! Just a normal outing, kinda a reunion, I guess. Yeah, we will be celebrating our dear friend, Liana, her 18th Birthday at Swensen's, Marina Square. I am not pretty sure with the celebrating venue thing, but I comfirmed will be meeting up with them at Dhoby Ghaut MRT Control Station at 2.30pm. I don't wanna reach there early, coz , I am so sick of waiting people. I am always the punctual one. Luckily there's a straight train from Sengkang to Dhoby Ghaut, no need to change of train. Hehe. So yeah, I will meet Nurin at Sengkang, Compass Point than off we go take the train. I'm broke now. Mum said "Itu lah kau belanja lagi, kan sekarang kocek kau dah koyak". Haha. Funny sia her. ILY! Guess what, mummy gave me $20, I think, for me to spend this saturday. Mum, I don't spent alot, okay. The things I spent was the necessary things for me, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That morning, mum bought for me Mee Rebus. And brother literally said "Kau gi cari laki jawa, aku tengok kau ni asyik makan, makanan jawa je, ape kene dengan kau sekarang?". Transalate "You go find javanese guy, I've seen you always like to eat javanese food, what exactly happen to you now?". Haha. And I said "Aku nye pasal lah, bapak kau punye bini kan jawa". Translate "I like what, your dad's wife is javanese what". Hahahahahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After watching REMP-IT with brother &amp;amp; mummy just now. We surprisngly started to talk like those rempits. And yes, we are crazy. Just trying to be weird. Lmao!&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/4095684782033471609-6678293394181211486?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6678293394181211486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6678293394181211486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-may-not-know-it.html' title='I may not know it'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-3398716675266744162</id><published>2009-05-10T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:56:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once of every Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been waiting for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting for your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that I never want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Need you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I guess, we are nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really know other girls are good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But exactly you don't chose wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love music more than I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my family more than I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate you when you ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate you everytime I see your text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate you when I see you texting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate you when I see your name appears at my contact list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like deleting your number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the while, I couldn't face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that I know, all guys are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They treat their girls nice in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they dump her at the final moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And they always go for the pretty ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't be too fussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;See her sense of humour, intelliegence, nice, respectful ... that is the most important thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys always thought 'Why do girls go for bad guys?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coz girls knows bad guys are nice but instead of the good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The good ones tried that are simply nice and they can do whatever they wanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We girls are the most compatible and lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We love our guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We love our boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We treat them nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But why I missing you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gotta let you outta my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get outta my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am happy girls are digging you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are a gold-digger &amp;amp; pisau cukur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just go ahead. I don't really fcuking care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm the one who treat you nicely but you just avoiding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever come to me to rescue you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever think we will be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever think we belong together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever catch my wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wait for you all this while, but you don't seems to realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not gonna give you another chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't cherish me that I always help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can see if you're trying, I will find a way ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well basically, I got nothing to do for today, so all I have in my mind is writing a lame poem, surprisingly, some of the sentences was hilarious. Nevermind. This poem may comes to be real, he's kinda disrespectful, anyway.  And I am still single. Sometimes can be a lil' too complicated. I am just lame. I was kinda stress with things. I got advice with 1 of my boy-friend, he said "You are not ready to be in a relationship atm". He knows who I had a crush on. He's the one I can shares my problems. He advice me alot. He also had a girl-friend, but she's not ready yet. He's kinda same as me, problems of things are not working out well. Haha. We're friends what. Friends should help eachother in every ways. That's what friends are for. Friendship! Thanks anyway, mate! I hope the girl your telling me, the both of you will last long relationship. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Writings were done by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NurulAshikin&lt;/strong&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/4095684782033471609-3398716675266744162?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3398716675266744162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/3398716675266744162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-of-every-poem.html' title='Once of every Poem'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4362328300758689930</id><published>2009-05-10T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:10:52.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am still sleepy, I can't stand my eyes opening wider any longer. I have bathe, apply smooth Jericho scrub from Israel, apply smooth &amp;amp; soft shower cream, wash my face with Follow Me facial cool cleanser, brush my teeth and wash my teeth with listerine &amp;amp; shampoo my hair. What exactly is happening with my eyes? I have done many things in the bathroom to keep me awake. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erm, I want to get a belly piercing. Should I? My sister says its not rather painful at all when they pierce on her belly. She get her belly pierced at Far East Plaza at the so-called tatoo &amp;amp; piercing shop. I've seen her changing to a new piercing accessories. It looks so pain, but she doesn't feel any pain from it. I'm afraid if I get my belly pierced, my mum will kill me for sure if she saw. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to get a piercing but I don't want to get a tatoo. I know Islam don't allow tatoos, otherwise, when we're dead &amp;amp; have been buried, our own grave won't accept us &amp;amp; the 'malaikat' will beat us, do you know that, when the 'malaikat' beat us, the pain is worsen than you have seen at the jail, 10000000000000X painful-ness. So yeah, I don't want to get a tatoo. Jangan main-main ah. Kubur tak terima tau kalau ade tatoo. A single tiny mini tatoo is worsen, what if you have all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;over you body? 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 times WORST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abis ah korang. If you are willing to remove your tatoo, it is so painful than ever when you get a tatoo. So, think twice before you get a tiny mini tatoo on your body. Only to the Islamic. Some might say "Cool what have tatoo, so that people scared of you". YOUR HEAD!!!&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/4095684782033471609-4362328300758689930?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4362328300758689930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4362328300758689930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-twice.html' title='Think Twice'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7219505999264005782</id><published>2009-05-09T20:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:30:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids, headache?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I am very happy I finally get to see my nephews &amp;amp; nieces today at my cousin's wedding at Bedok North Street 2. Here's are the videos of them at the playground. All videos &amp;amp; photos were captured by me. Too bad, so sad, they are Malaysian. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-efb01a84e5e061d8" 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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defb01a84e5e061d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BA0D68E48DC49B3800F9744C2AE312E30FB541F.B75E083796BE11681FFFE56F519D85C3A61177F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defb01a84e5e061d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0b7-8BrtTF5RK1vsVpqbjE7r_Rw&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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defb01a84e5e061d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BA0D68E48DC49B3800F9744C2AE312E30FB541F.B75E083796BE11681FFFE56F519D85C3A61177F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defb01a84e5e061d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0b7-8BrtTF5RK1vsVpqbjE7r_Rw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hamzah is the MOST active toddler. He can be a strong man when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a1d877ea2dbd7fb" 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://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a1d877ea2dbd7fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E0A5A31E35F2C24FBD757398AE6A9F71B0EB7FA.3D76D963095A8AB4603AE21A91224ADA68CFA656%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a1d877ea2dbd7fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFqO9VXfh-y-hSZCvaEWsY9tXa7M&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://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a1d877ea2dbd7fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E0A5A31E35F2C24FBD757398AE6A9F71B0EB7FA.3D76D963095A8AB4603AE21A91224ADA68CFA656%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a1d877ea2dbd7fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFqO9VXfh-y-hSZCvaEWsY9tXa7M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this lil' toddler, Aliff is the so-called 'chengeng'. But he is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a175f809b34599" 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://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05a175f809b34599%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47C8A09CB4FE1E08CA151B9CA111BECDBA919AF3.7A13B5DAB13067A289F83194E4CEF54E79A0580C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a175f809b34599%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0ymTnS8keU9a0Si7g5chv5C8yQQ&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://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05a175f809b34599%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47C8A09CB4FE1E08CA151B9CA111BECDBA919AF3.7A13B5DAB13067A289F83194E4CEF54E79A0580C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a175f809b34599%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0ymTnS8keU9a0Si7g5chv5C8yQQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, this lil' toddler girl here. Minachi pakai sari baru mai dari India mari. Haha. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She is Trisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, photos come to action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oi, look here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello Lulu! Smile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when she said "Get outta my life you psycho papparazzi's! Ah, tunjuk mata kau belolok tu, aku korek biji mata kau baru kau tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vanekem! Saya Trisya. Lol! Minachi, apa lu mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Achi Achi buka pintu, bangun pagi hai pukul satu. Achi, saya mahu rempah ikan satu. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am tired of taking pictures of him, Hamzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Uh, aunty could you just carry me till the top, I can't reach, I am still THE HULK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cengeng &amp;amp; gatal. When this Aliff kid here sees a pretty lady, he will giggles. Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kecik-kecik dah miang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aliff, tengok sini lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/09052009044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Toddler Models&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trisya, 4 years old (siblings with Hamzah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hamzah, 3 years old (siblings with Trisya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aliff, 2 years old (siblings with Lulu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lulu, 1 year old (siblings with Aliff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trisya &amp;amp; Hamzah have an older twin sisters who's aged 16 years old. They are Singaporean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am an aunty of 4 niece's &amp;amp; 2 nephew's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was shocked yesterday when I saw ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THAT SILLY MALAYSIAN DUDE who tries to spilt a bulk of water at me during cousin's wedding at JB, he purposely. So, I ran all the way do the nearest bus-stop at Gelang Patah, he chase me sia. Giler sak dia. He said "Oi, mane lu mau pi?" I said "Jangan simbah aku air tu eh!". He said "Ye lah ye lah". And he take my hand and dragged me to my counsin's bungalow. That time we were playing some stupid games, he always aims me. Wtf! I said to him "Don't touch me!". He said "Oh sorry!".  =.=  He touches my hair and making it messy. Gi mampos ah. Than, while walking, he spilt the bulk of water at me! Argh!!!!!! So, I take a revenge by smashing a mud at him. Tau pun lari. He ran, so I chase him again. Playing catching gitu-gitu eh. Yes, finally I throw mud at him. Woo hoo. I laugh and laugh at him. Padam muke kau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just imagine he looks like the singer, Pasha from UNGU. So clone. Same same mah. He is 23 years old, I think now. When I saw him yesterday, so I just smiled at him, and he smile at me back. And trying to avoid him, who knows he will be doing that at me again.   =.=&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/4095684782033471609-7219505999264005782?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a1d877ea2dbd7fb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a175f809b34599&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=efb01a84e5e061d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7219505999264005782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7219505999264005782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-headache.html' title='Kids, headache?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-39356654643546022</id><published>2009-05-07T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:36:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uh, I want more sleep again. After watching Ghost Hunters at Star World at 12pm-1pm, sleep afterwards, can't stay my eyes longer. So, I conquer the sofa. Haha. Don't wanna go back to my room. At around 4pm+, I woke up myself and find myself all alone at the living room, with the television was on, dad at the bathroom, mum go out to shop &amp;amp; bro went out. Argh! I'm hungry. And I don't eat anything today, just drink a plenty of hot tea &amp;amp; coffee to keep me awake a little longer. I partially need to spare my little time with my friends but somehow I always postponed the date. Anyway, what sould I eat now? My small &amp;amp; large intestine is empty, I need food to fill them in. There's nothing much at the kitchen, as the food was selling fast, lol. So yeah, I shall find something unique that I can basically filled them in FULL. Should I eat MAGGIE ASSAM LAKSA? Maybe uh. So delicious. I feel like eating Chicken Baked Rice at Swensen. Aku mengidam makan Chicken Baked Rice lah. Can anybody treat me? Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay yesterday I was fcuking clumsy in the bus. I accidentally hit my forehead many times at the pole. Kental right. Than, the drinks that I bought, the plastic was torn, and everything fell. Wow, cool sia. Luckily there's someone came to the rescue. Thank you to the unknown nice stranger chinese dude. Paisey for what. I don't care wan lah. Than, I nearly fell while alighting. Alamak, ni budak nak kene rembat jugak ah, clumsy betul. Go on laugh out loud at me. I don't really fcuking care. I miss MEE BANDUNG at Tampines S11. Surprisingly, whenever I wanted to order foods at this indian muslim shop, the uncle said "Mee Bandung kan?". Haha. So well, I was so malu that I asked my mum to order for me next time and forever while I order drinks. Nak makan! =.= The Rojak there very the nice, you know. Don't ever think every Indian shop in Singapore sell Rojak is dirty or something. Just eat lah. I don't care wan lah. If the stall grade is A (excellent), B (very good), C (good), D (satisfactory), E (unsatisfactory/poor), F, G etc ... I just continue eating. Eeee, pemotoh nye kau! No lah, see depends on the stall cleaniness and if the grade is A, B or C, I will definitely eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, I dreamt of my old Tampines Street 81, Blk 826 house just now while sleeping. I miss my house. I wanna move back to Tampines, don't care which part of it as long its called TAMPINES mah. =.=&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/4095684782033471609-39356654643546022?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/39356654643546022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/39356654643546022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-66682131114103972</id><published>2009-05-07T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:53:44.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, mum woke me up at 4.45am today. Well, sister was surprisingly use her phone alarm clock to wake us both up, but unfortunately, I never hear any of it. I was sleeping so soundly that I couldn't possibly hear anything. Lol! Alarm Clock no use to wake me up. Haha. But anyway, I immediately go to the bathroom and bathe for about 10 minutes. Okay mepek. Than, get dressed just a normal lah. No make-up. Messy hair. Than, leave the house at 6am, proceed to Changi International Airport Budget Terminal. Damn, so freezing. Arrived at the Departure at 6.15am, waiting for sister friends. About 5-10 minutes later, they finally arrived. Than, they went to the departure counter to check-in, as Mum, Me &amp;amp; Bro headed to Macdonald's to have our stupid early breakfast. I ate nothing except hot tea, to keep me warm. I saw this cute caucasian baby, omg, so cute, chubby. Than, came by sister &amp;amp; her friends. They also having their breakfast before boarding the plane. I find this many groups of cisco people, weird. Oh, sister is departing at 8am. Bye bye sister. Have a safe journey. IMY!&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/4095684782033471609-66682131114103972?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/66682131114103972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/66682131114103972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/imy.html' title='IMY!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8621944968235718609</id><published>2009-05-06T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:28:47.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fact is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No point of changing HTML template into a Blog skin, I still have to add something onto it, so its better for me to stick with this template till to the future. Should I still keep on using Blog when I'm getting older? Yes, I should. So that I can keep my life things throughout on these blog just in case I wanna check my blog out. And I know my hand are very 'itchy' of reverting to a blog skin. Lol! Okay, I am now waiting for the IMH to call me to come down and be warded there, haha, kidding! What exactly I'm saying is, I have applied a job there, so I hope they would call me to come down for an interview &amp;amp; approve me immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See, this lagging s*** of my computer is keeping me forgetful all day. I've been remembering things which keeps me stay still, but this computer of mine, making me forgetful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow morning, sister is departuring at 8am+ but she has to be there in 1-2 hours time before boarding the plane, she's leaving the house at 6am, I guess, should I send her to the Airport in the early hours, I would probably still sleeping. Haha. I'm gonna miss her! For five days, I got no one to talk at night, coz her &amp;amp; me shared the same room, in fact. So, I'll be all alone in the room, I'm scared if that 'big black mystery thingy' appears again. It's been 3X I've been seeing that thing, well basically, that thing can change into a human person, but I just don't know who the heck is that person is. He just wanna asked me something, but I'm bothering him, I take my pillow and cover up my face &amp;amp; ear, so that I won't listen to him. He must have said something to me. I ignored him all this while. I betcha he must be my Guardian Angel. Sometimes I do see weird things outside. According to old folks people, if someone seen an Guardian Angel or more, that person will die soon. Is that true? Is my death coming soon? I got alot of death experience which comes near me, thanks to ALLAH, he still wants me to live longer. I must not be scared. I will just leave it to ALLAH. Who said I'm a type of girl who don't read Al-Quran? Puh-lease, I know how to read Muqadam. Just the fact, those arabian words makes me confused. So, don't ever think if someone who is a bad-behaviour, they don't even had their own quran reading. Especially the good ones, just acting to be good ones, but the fact is, they don't even know how to read a single thing. Especially Iq-ra. Easy lah pantat! Hey, I got go Madrasah last time okay. Haha. Lol!&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/4095684782033471609-8621944968235718609?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8621944968235718609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8621944968235718609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/fact-is.html' title='The Fact is ...'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-5756660702635750600</id><published>2009-05-06T14:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:39:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutrogena Wave Power Cleanser, comes to action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the morning, Mum &amp;amp; Me decided to go Rivervale Mall to do our Groceries shopping at NTUC Fairprice. Woohoo. We bought many stuffs that are necessary. And oh, I finally bought Neutrogena Wave Power Cleanser, I'm gonna use it tonight for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Neutrogena Wave Power Cleanser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Neutrogena-Wave_2FE8C5FE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the pack is way different from the one I bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/B000V2J3ZK-1-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is it all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A revolutionary NEW power cleanser by Neutrogena that will transform your cleansing routine: an intense deep clean for a refreshing feeling and remarkably softer skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clinically proven superior to manual cleansing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Tingly, cool foam penetrates deep into pores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Gentle vibrating motion stimulates skin's surface - feel the massaging action open pores to remove dirt, oil and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;` Softly textured pads sweep away dead skin cells - skin is immediately softer and soother after just 1 use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Water resistant, can be used at the sink or in the shower. How to use in 3 easy steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(1) Simply attach a disposable pad to the attachment head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(2) Hold the power-cleanser under running water to activate the cleansing pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(3) Turn on by pressing power button and gently massage over face. Avoid the delicate eye area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rinse face thoroughly and dispose of pad after each use. Follow with your daily moisturiser.&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/4095684782033471609-5756660702635750600?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5756660702635750600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/5756660702635750600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/neutrogena-wave-power-cleanser-comes-to.html' title='Neutrogena Wave Power Cleanser, comes to action!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1255437928154574349</id><published>2009-05-05T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:35:31.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 X 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As usual, accompany mummy to Tampines. Than, proceed to Tampines Street 81 to have our lunch, oh, I miss that place, my childhood where I used to ride my bicycle, hide-and-seek etc ... And oh, I just know that my God-Father who is a Chinese just passed away months ago, he takes care of me when my mummy went into the wet market when I was a little, and I stayed outside as this uncle took care of me. I kinda miss him. I got lotsa god-fathers &amp;amp; god-mothers who are from different races &amp;amp; religions. Cool or what? But anyway, I just don't know why my hair becoming more weird &amp;amp; weird each day. I need to get my hair done at the salon. Sister is leaving to Khompangan, Thailand on Thursday. I'm gonna miss her. And she will be back on 11 May. 7-11. Haha. I am so happy, I bought another 2 fake eye-lashes again today. Woo hoo ... thanks to mummy ... she chosed the lashes for me. Thank you. I love you! Yes, I gotta watch EZORA every weekdays at 8.30pm only on Sensasi Channel. The best drama ever. Woot, Fezrul Khan is kinda hot too, anak bengali katekan. Guess what, I know what happens at the last episode of the drama. Can't tell you. See all those mixed blood guys are so hot. Unlike pure blood guys, eek, not interested. Mum kept asking me to find mixed blood guys, I will say "Sure, no problem". She said "Kau asyik suke lelaki yang pure je, cari lah yg campur nye". Haha. Okay lame! Now, I'm a like mixed-blood guys.   ; )&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/4095684782033471609-1255437928154574349?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1255437928154574349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1255437928154574349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-x-5.html' title='2 X 5'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8234474027893621396</id><published>2009-05-04T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:59:07.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wolverine movie is awesome, I love it when Gambit appears. Hot! But anyway, I should have compose new songs for myself, perhaps? I got nothing better to do at home, but instead of listening to mp3. I still got a plenty of time hanging out with my friends, I mostly love my ITE classmate friends. They changed my life through from a bad hot-tempered girl to a nice girl. Okay, I was reading BERITA HARIAN malay newspaper a few days ago, and I've found this topic all about PMS. Its true what I meant to have it. But I don't easily get PMS. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I talk to myself this days. Wondering if I could fall for guys easily. But no way, this time I have to control myself for not fall for a guy easily unless if he is nice towards me. Oh well, brother &amp;amp; sister finally approved of celebrating my 18th Birthday at St James Powerhouse. Woo hoo ... Must ask my cousins along. Can't wait to be 18 ...   = )&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/4095684782033471609-8234474027893621396?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8234474027893621396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8234474027893621396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/bringing-back.html' title='Bringing Back'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1854662557437474721</id><published>2009-05-02T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:04:34.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So be it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I was trying to apply my MAC eye-shadow. I've never apply eye-shadow before, okay go on call me kental. The make-up thingy that I will usually wear is foundation, concealer, pressed powder, eyeliner, fake eyelashes &amp;amp; lipgloss. No blushes &amp;amp; eyeshadow. Haha. All of my make-up is done, but my hair. I don't know what to do with my hair. Nevermind. I am gonna wear pink kebaya traditional nyonya style custom-made. Very the expensive you know. Woot. Oh, what should I wear for shoes. I must wear heels like duh! Lol! Well practicarly, sometimes I do dressed up, but sometimes I can be very sloppy (selekeh). Whenever I'm going to some places like Compass Point, I will wear very the sloppy. And sometimes like going out to town, I also wear too sloppy plus no make-up was worn. Haha. And today, my mood is so happy. I just don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy, come back home quickly, I can't wait to go cousin's wedding @ Tampines near Darul Ghufran Mosque. And oh, I just can't wait to eat. I'm gonna eat like a glutton. So be it. Please ah hope this time, there will be ACHAR timun, I missed eating that. Yummy! But I can't no longer eat Sambal Undang anymore, or else, I will get redness spots on my body. Not chicken pox, okay!  ; )&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/4095684782033471609-1854662557437474721?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1854662557437474721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1854662557437474721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-be-it.html' title='So be it'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-100028315228746956</id><published>2009-05-01T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:59:14.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Called A Disturbance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I don't wanna have any enemies now, what bygones is bygones. Did I spell it correctly? Nah, don't care. So right now, I am trying to forgive my enemies from now on, on what they did to me. As you can see, I can be very nice towards you but sometimes when comes to my very bad mood,  I can easily shout at you. Please I am not a pai-lang or gangster or minah rep or something. I am a good girl. I treat people very nicely. I do care about them, if they care about me. I will forever love them, if they love me. Still don't believe me, ask any of my close/good friends. And by the way, I don't have best friends, coz I know best friends won't last long. So, I only can make it things easier like good &amp;amp; close friends. I am perfectly fine. I will treat you right. I will sayang you more than others do. So, don't be afraid to be friends with me, I really love new friends. I am friendly, but I will get shy when meeting new friends, so make me laugh in order to get me comfortable with you. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; )   ^,^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait, I am getting angrier each and everyday. Is it because of my mestrual? Alamak,(go play alamak chat), direct aku cakap. Haha. Girls will always get angry easily once if they are having that thing, so please guys out there, don't make girl's angry. Hehes!  ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, I hardly never use meebo (msn) chat. Don't ask me "Kin why you never online, long time never see you online". If you want me to online, sms me, and we will chat at msn.&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/4095684782033471609-100028315228746956?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/100028315228746956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/100028315228746956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-called-disturbance.html' title='Once Called A Disturbance'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1341532177922081727</id><published>2009-05-01T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:59:20.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One You Can Depend On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was really frustrated with my computer yesterday. Initially, I was checking out blogskins site to look out for pretty template skins for my blog, I didn't realize that my computer is a crazy s***, it will always lagging. So, I changed my layout skin into a new template one instead of the html default template. And soon, when a computer happens to lagged, it will gives you a long time to edit your blog, right? Suddenly, I decided to changed my mind by changing the template into a layout gadget, but my computer here keeps lagging, but thank god, it automatically save my previous layout skin. I was like begging at my computer to stop lagging, I was really really way frustrated that I purposely switch off my computer without restart. So than, yesterday night, I sms my friends if any of them are using his/her computer, so, Sahar finally helped me out with my blog, I gave him my email &amp;amp; password, I know I shouldn't gave out my password to people easily, but his the only guy I trusted, for the girls are only some I trusted. Only him I can depend on. So I gave him tutorials on how to edit my blog, finally he had edited my blog. Thank you so much, Sahar! My hand very itchy, I don't want to edit my blog again. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now, I was waiting for mummy to come back home. I am very hungry. Waiting for my Nasi Lemak to rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was listening to MUTTONS 98.7FM yesterday, they are my FAVORITE DJ'S ever! I laugh alot, like damn, this muttons is making me retarded, laughing alone at home. But I always missed listening WARNA or RIA at midnight to listen for REAL GHOST STORIES. Always missed that ghosts story! Reminds me of Jangan Tegur &amp;amp; Jangan Pandang Belakang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woot, tomorrow &amp;amp; sunday brother is OFF-day work. So yeah, I hope sister will bring us to catch a movie. Brother is the most irritating guy at home, always disturb me like there's no tomorrow, throwing his dirty clothes at me, ask me to smell his smelly stockings, as me to pluck his armpit hairs etc ... BULU KETIAK! Sometimes ask me to cook for him. Aiyah, I'm not your maid lah. But somehow his the best brother I can depend on. Make me laugh. Haha. And sister stole my PIU-PIU away from me. And every night, I can't sleep together with my PIU-PIU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my FAMILY more as well as my PIU-PIU. They are my life. I can't live without them.  ; )&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/4095684782033471609-1341532177922081727?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1341532177922081727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1341532177922081727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-you-can-depend-on.html' title='The One You Can Depend On'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7054989804404078212</id><published>2009-04-30T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:21:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Ridiculous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Basically, as you wanna know, my computer is driving me insane, but right now, its unbelievable, I just can't believe it that my computer is okay. Usually while I was gonna to install firefox all over again, it usually have to wait for at least 1 hour, but now, I don't have to wait at that hour, so this time, not even 5 minutes. Cool sey. But the most common thing that always happens is LAGGING. It always at risk, but nevermind, I've been protecting my computer using Spyware Doctor, Registry Mechanic, Anti-Virus. So, the virus is getting lesser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And by the way, I am now typing new resume of myself. Just to get ready if there's any employer(s) asked for resume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sick s*** at home, got better nothing to do at home, as I was all alone, no one except me. I really need a job. I plan to take pictures for my Photography Collection, as I was pretty lazy to go out, much chores/housework to do at home. I grip the spray of flowers at their ribboned base and lick the tear that has slid down my cheek as it hits my lip, sounds incredibly weird. Must not let my make-up smear, otherwise worst! As I was walking out from my crib, walking towards the kitchen, and I shout, 2 pretty moths &amp;amp; 2 beautiful pretty butterflies were there right infront of me. Trying to avoiding it, but in fact those insects kept following me, I ran quickly towards my crib, and bang the door out loud. Who cares! I look out the window, spying if those insects were catching me up, hah, like a hide-and-seek. I breathe the fresh air through my window, I see beautiful green sunny colourful things, so amazed. Even though Sengkang is a sucking boring estate, but I prefer living in Tampines, wonderful &amp;amp; joyous estate ever in SINGAPORE! I wanna moved back to Tampines asap!&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/4095684782033471609-7054989804404078212?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7054989804404078212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7054989804404078212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-ridiculous.html' title='Being Ridiculous!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2487706545624739507</id><published>2009-04-29T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:32:45.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye, you wanna?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next month which is MAY, there's alot of wedding that my family have to attend. What the heck are my cousins wanting to married so quickly? Dah gelojoh ke ape? They are so young, yet they wanna get married. Enjoy first lah. Haiz. But nevermind, its their decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I am so deeply in love with Strawberry Jam. Yummy! And I definitely fall for POPEYE back all over again. So tasty and delicious. I've been dreaming &amp;amp; imagining of wanting to eat it. Argh!!! Does anyone wanna accompany me to Changi International Airport (Terminal 3), I wanna buy Popeye. And please shikin, forget it lah, stop dreaming to be Flight Stewardess in Singapore Airlines. Jangan mimpi!  -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lol!&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/4095684782033471609-2487706545624739507?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2487706545624739507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2487706545624739507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/popeye-you-wanna.html' title='Popeye, you wanna?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-724762166590021687</id><published>2009-04-28T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:55:45.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have just quit the job. Well yesterday was my First Day-Job Training, very tiring. I just couldn't easily handle the job. So right now, I have to clean the house meaning do my chores, to keep me strong so that I won't get tired easily, so yeah, the next job will not irritates me which exactly making me frustrated. Haha. Boo to me. lousy ass0!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And yes, I have to keep on finding jobs at the internet as well, not only walk-in. ZzzZZzzzZZZzzz. I hope the 3rd job will last long. Hehe.&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/4095684782033471609-724762166590021687?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/724762166590021687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/724762166590021687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/quit.html' title='Quit!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-6221142428010754355</id><published>2009-04-25T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:59:09.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panadol Extra. Cool or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna throw up. Giddy ... must eat Panadol Extra.&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/4095684782033471609-6221142428010754355?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6221142428010754355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/6221142428010754355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/panadol-extra-cool-or-what.html' title='Panadol Extra. Cool or what?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8407834558677347144</id><published>2009-04-25T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:25:03.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Tegur. Please be silencio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday night, was catching a movie called Jangan Tegur (Be Silent) at Downtown East E-Hub. Before watching, Me &amp;amp; Sister apparently go to Burger King and had our supper first, after had our food, we soon relaxing at Burger King, I was like wanna sleep there, and treat this chair like a bed. ZzzzZZZZZzzzZZzzzzz first for 5 minutes. Haha. Tak tau malu sia, Shikin. Than we proceed to E-Hub, I saw this free internet access outside McCafe, thought of surfing first, but then 1 of the computer is faulty, than the other 1 was in use, so I secretly K-PO what the chinese guy surfing, alamak, he's checking out his facebook lah sey, dah jadi bapak orang pun masih pakai. Lol! Soon, we heading to E-Hub, go to the toilet, pee-ing lah. Than go way back to the cinema. Wah, the movie SOLD OUT siol. Don't bothered. Damn, the cinema theatre is fcuking freezing, thank god, I bring along my hoodie. Haha, the funny things is, all of us, meaning the people in the cinema was like not to be scared of, surprisingly we laughed alot watching the movie. The movie starts around 10pm+. Ends around 11.45pm. The guy behind me likes to make fun of the ghosts. One of the scene in which, the corpse was lying on the floor at this house, they wouldn't want to 'kebumikan' that night, so they waited tomorrow instead. Seram siol! This lady here, her grandma died, that was a her grandma lying peacefully. Lol! While she wanted to close her face with a cloth, suddenly the cloth opens. Than she close back, guess what happen next, the corpse woke up. Wtf !! The guy behind me said "Stapler lah". Hahahahah. And the most freaking scary is the last scene where this lady not that lady, she was poccessed by a ghost. You wouldn't want to see her face, so ugly and scary. She sits like a gangster, and her tongue kept coming out like a doggy. You guys gotta watch this movie JANGAN TEGUR. My jantung want to terkeluar sia. I use a tissue to cover up (not to see) where the ghost was meant to be shown. Kental lah, Shikin. Hahahaah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna watch 17 AGAIN. Anyone willing to bring me to watch the movie? Ah. Zac Efron is ssooo freaking hot ... *melts" ... what the heck did he chose that Baby V? Haha. Maybe she has a Indian accent blood, Zac seems to like Indian girl. Hahahahaha ... I'm Indian what. K lame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally I have photocopy my IC &amp;amp; Bank Passbook. Training will commence on Monday. Steady ah. Alamak, I like cashiering, I like to press button, especially with the bar code reader, *tit tit tit* sound. Lame sia, Shikin!&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/4095684782033471609-8407834558677347144?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8407834558677347144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8407834558677347144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/jangan-tegur-please-be-silencio.html' title='Jangan Tegur. Please be silencio?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2474133477932224428</id><published>2009-04-24T14:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:45:43.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, finally I have a job. I had my interview just now. I don't wanna tell ya where's the location. *secret* Only 2 of my friends knows it. Monday is my 1st day job, wooohoo, starting at 11am, well, I'm taking up Part-Time at the moment, so, if I'm fine with the working hours, I would change to Full-Time, working as a Pharmacy Assistant. To those who asking me to 'lepak' or something, sorry, I can't 'lepak' anymore, as I will be tired. So, this sunday is my final day to enjoy myself. I can't no longer accompany my mummy to go somewhere. See how, after my work, I will try my very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, tomorrow JB trip cancelled. Argh !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna save up my salary, buy a laptop. Than, save up again, enroll Private Diploma. Keep on saving lah sey ... Woot, to my family &amp;amp; friends, if I could treat ya'll something, I will, no problem, see my amount of $$$ is enough. Lol! The colleagues is pretty nice. Woot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( Shikin take note, on Monday, please be punctual, bring along your photocopy of your IC &amp;amp; Bank Pass Book.) The manager is from Phillipine lah sey. Okay lah, very nice. I will be doing cashiering, packing stuff's, unpacked stuff's and place at its own section, promoting some new stuff's. Wooooooo ... alamak, my black jeans belapok siol, must wash TODAY ... do I have black shoes, ahhhh ... must check later ... shoes don't need to worry about, can buy anytime. Haha. Can't wait for my 1st day job on Monday ... I would like to thanked my brother girlfriend for recommending and referring me for the job. Thank you! ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later evening, off to Downtown East E-Hub with my sister to catch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What me &amp;amp; mum did today. First, we off to 'this place' for my job interview, uh, we were so early, so yeah, we walked around 'this place' before I enter 'this place' for my interview. Than, finally 10am, I walk-in and ask the manager directly, that I came here for an interview, so she gave me an job application form, I was like "Wth, write forms, lazy sia", well I had to fill in. Finishing, I gave the manager the form, and she interview me directly, "asdfvcxzasdfvxzasdfvcxzasdfvcxz", she would call me if I was accepted, I say okay, thank you *smile* and walk off. Mum &amp;amp; Me was terribly hungry, off to Geylang, wooohooo, not the ROJAK shop okay, aku mengidam makan MEE GORENG lah. So, initially we took 'this bus', mum confidently said "This bus go to geylang lah". I say "How would you know that?". So, we boarded 'the bus'. And suddenly I realise I saw something that said 'end changi airport', pantat, I panicked! I said to my mum "Maaaakkk, bus ni gi airport lahhhh!" So we quickly get off 1 of this bus-stop, luckily, we never terlajak to changi airport. Macam best gitu eh. And so, we waited for 'this bus', finally arrives. While was in 'this bus', my phone rings, I picked up the call, guess who called me? The manager lah, by telling I get the job. Wooohoo ... !!! Reaching Geylang, hunt for food lah siol. I eat so glutton lah giler. Than we off go home ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alamak CAROL, I like the chinese guy you took a picture with .... so cute! I very jealous lah, he hugged you. Lol! ^,^ Ever since the cute chinese dude appears in my mind, suddenly, I fall for chinese guys nowadays .... how lame am I !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kental nye aku, suke dengan cowok cine.  -.-  Kau nak cine, malay atau mixed blood? AKU TAK TAU. Wait, cine makan babi. Cannot make it lah. I take mixed blood lor instead.&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/4095684782033471609-2474133477932224428?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2474133477932224428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2474133477932224428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-job.html' title='I have a job'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4467787817002582435</id><published>2009-04-23T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:05:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad aunty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday, okay set! Off to Johor Bahru to meet my relatives and nieces &amp;amp; nephews. I'm already an aunty for like some cousins children, but I am not yet THE REAL AUNTY for my siblings children. Sigh, when am I gonna be an CLOSE aunty? Lol, still long long. I miss my nieces &amp;amp; nephews, 4 of them are Malaysian, and 2 (twin) of them are Singaporean, baik ke pe. Haha. I can't cait to meet them. I have named them by nicknames. Trisya 3 year old, I called her TEMBAM. Hamzah 2 year old, I called him BOTAK. Aliff 1 year old, I called him HALUS. Lulu a few months old, I called her ???, not yet, haven't seen her yet since she was born last year, bad aunty! And oh don't forget the twin, I called them by names, coz they are like 2 years younger than me. Cool man! Tomorrow is the day, don't need to be nervous. Wanna know, will tell ya soon. K bye ...&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/4095684782033471609-4467787817002582435?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4467787817002582435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4467787817002582435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-aunty.html' title='Bad aunty!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-1929366802929290611</id><published>2009-04-21T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:44:35.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooopss I did it again ... stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am preparing to take my Vitamin Supplements once or twice daily. Dad received a free gift from his workplace on from GNC Vitamin C 500 with Rose Hips. Wow, the vitamin keeps me stronger than ever, psst, I only ate 1 tablet and it works with only 1 after all. I am so amazed. Once the vitamins have finished, I am so gonna buy another vitamins but maybe could be different than this, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, this is my final and latest blog skin template, I will be no longer making any changes, its pretty complicated and a waste of my time. Hey, I still drink ANLENE, I hope it will make my bone stronger. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bye !!!&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/4095684782033471609-1929366802929290611?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1929366802929290611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/1929366802929290611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/ooopss-i-did-it-again-stronger.html' title='Ooopss I did it again ... stronger'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4706272486285837565</id><published>2009-04-20T12:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:11:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be your rainbow ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lets say if I already start working, so how? Do I still get to blog? Do I still get to surf the internet? Do I still get to meet with my friends? I'm not sure. In fact, I will still have the good old times with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, I was surfing images at yahoo in makeup, and I really like this SMOKY EYES! I am still learning on how to apply smoky eyes, darn, I am still a beginner. Well usually, my makeup tips on wearing is normal pressed powder, foundation, long-wearing eyeliner, lipgloss &amp;amp; fake eyelashes. Thus, its the way on how I put on my makeup. I never ever wear eye shadows &amp;amp; blushes. -.- So, right now, I am really in love with smoky eyes, I am so gonna apply and learn it. I still have my MAC makeups. MAC makeups is way good and last long. And by the way, the colour is so 'wow'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I love the ARAB MAKEUP style, I'm so amazed! But look at the eyebrows, looks like a sticker. Haha !!! But anyway, cool makeups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/2511102903_a4c6290afd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay lets just say, I know how to apply makeup, however I don't know how to style my hair. I always do the same thing wherever I go, and there are no changes eventually. Surprisingly, I love the smell of my hair, so good, I take good care of my hair like apply some hair vitamins etc ... to keep it shine cool all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eerr, I am desperately wanting NEUTROGENA WAVE. Please, anyone willing to buy it for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOL!&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/4095684782033471609-4706272486285837565?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4706272486285837565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4706272486285837565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-say-if-i-already-start-working-so.html' title='I will be your rainbow ...'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-250524939315484794</id><published>2009-04-19T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:06:01.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I said in my previous post that I will not update my posts daily, right? So yeah, I kinda bored for not doing in everyday, depends on my 'free time" that I will be having. But I think this time, I will not update daily, coz of my computer is such a d***head! Right now, I am waiting for my mummy to come home, and I'm really starving, I've searched food at the kitchen but nothing seems to suit my taste, I hope mummy will bought for me GADO-GADO, I'm loving it. Yesterday was quite a lame thing I ever tried, I bought Hotcakes with Sausage meal for my breakfast at Mcdonald's, its my very first time eating sausage. I know its lame. I usually ate normal Hotcakes. Right now, I'm dying to eat GADO-GADO, Long John Silver &amp;amp; KFC. I really want it now. Err, why am I talking about food for today's post? Don't ya know that I'm crazy over food? But sometimes I do get eating disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well yesterday supposed to watch 17 AGAIN with my siblings at Causeway Point. But it was cancelled as they had no time. I am desperately wanna watch 17 AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay people, I am not in a mood today.&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/4095684782033471609-250524939315484794?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/250524939315484794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/250524939315484794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/yummy.html' title='Yummy?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8819491174593707726</id><published>2009-04-18T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:47:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna get rid of ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My leg hurts alot, and my right hand. But when I walk, it hurts a lil' bit, but still, I gotta force myself. Okay, there's this random thing I wanna tell you, I really hate this creepy thing, its the LADYBUG &amp;amp; MOTH, it always come to my house, I just don't know why, mum said "Ini mesti ade orang nak masuk minang tak lama lagi, aku ada 2 anak dara kat umah ni, siape agaknye eh". I was like "Macam ye ye je mak ni". It was like everywhere I go and where I am, the thing always follow me, and I shouted "MAAAAKKKKKKKKK !!!". I was so disgusted with that thing. Aku terus melenting skejap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I finally record THE SIXTH SENSE movie later at 10pm, gotta watch it, if its halfway, still got chances to watch at anytime. Sounded like 6IXTH SENSE, the malaysian band. Woo, adi is cute!  -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am allergic to dust, smoke, ashes, insects, prawns (worst!), cheese (at times) &amp;amp; chocolate (i love it, stubborn mah!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will not update my posts daily this time.&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/4095684782033471609-8819491174593707726?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8819491174593707726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8819491174593707726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-get-rid-of.html' title='I wanna get rid of ...'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-7794371981485874554</id><published>2009-04-18T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:32:13.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did it go? A Love Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am doing my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sick of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're a psycho!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I walk alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I can see is the lights of a beautiful stars &amp;amp; a half moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stared at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just thinking of whether I could go on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder how will it takes for me to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So as days goes by, half of me is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One fine day, I will find my half of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh so the drama, that I would never think you will always be the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh boy, do you really wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things really have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You think I will never wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just listen, I will explain things well, all of a sudden, I promise I will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been going through the motions waiting for my heart to say to me "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember the days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deep down my heart, I will always love and I will always wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am standing still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gggrrr, I am so weak in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I hardly don't even what I'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its not because I am unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its not even I'm falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But anyway, I was searching for the lyrics on Love Game - Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I laugh so loudly (not so loud) to found out the lyrics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if I do then I might miss you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's complicated and stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My ass squeezed my sexy cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess he wants to play, wants to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold me and love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just want to touch you for a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby three seconds is enough for my heart to quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't think too much, just bust that kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or do you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or do you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm on a mission, and it involves some heavy touchin' yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sexyness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I want it bad, want it bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A love game , A love game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold me and love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just want to touch you for a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby, three seconds is enough for my heart to quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't think too much, just bust that kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or do you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or do you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't see you staring there from accross the block with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your huh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story of us it always starts the same with a boy and a girl and a huh and a game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And a game , And a game , And a game , A love game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you want love or you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you in the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans le love game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lady GaGa seems so wild, but no matter what, I think she has the sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just love the way she dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4095684782033471609-7794371981485874554?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7794371981485874554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/7794371981485874554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-did-it-go.html' title='Where did it go? A Love Game'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4740828401977178591</id><published>2009-04-17T15:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:33:40.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A video of talking crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/guSya2fZTO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/guSya2fZTO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Location: Starbucks Tampines Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Date: 16 April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time: 2pm+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first important thing I would like to say is this video is just for entainment only. So that means I did this video just for fun, nothing much. As I was quite bored at the time, so I decided to ask my friend Siti Hajar to filming me, and she as the interviewer, she will be interviewing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And by the way, ignore my facial expression at 0:47-0:49 seconds. And the lame part is at 2:26-2:36.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually I shouldn't have been drinking Starbucks, and I'm trying to forbid it, but I can't. Sometimes I do get sick once I already drink Starbucks. And yeah, this morning I woke up my eyes are swalloed, my body is very weak, my leg is ashing and my hands too. I couldn't sleep that night eventually. But I managed to force myself too sleep. Hhhhmmm, I already eaten my medicine, so later, I'm off to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Psst, yesterday I went to ITE College East to meet up my friends, than I saw the hot young caucasian lecturer. Woot woot! Than, Siti &amp;amp; Me off to Starbucks, waited for Azie, Azie's friend &amp;amp; Afiq. Than, we hang-out there. So yeah, there are no photos so far. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel like going clubbing, but I am not even 18 yet, still 6 months to go lah. Hhhmm, I think on the day of October 29, maybe I will be celebrating my 18th Birthday at a club, I might be a little stupid at the moment, so I would just sit at one corner, drink water or coke, listen to the music and watch people dancing. First time mah ...&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/4095684782033471609-4740828401977178591?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4740828401977178591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4740828401977178591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html' title='A video of talking crap'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4430046983968468203</id><published>2009-04-14T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:00:53.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got plans this week, so might be a little busy though. I will be going to school back to meet Fahadah at 1pm-3pm, then go home afterwards. Hhhmmm, she was exempted for 1 module as the module was somekind related to OSA, only to those who gets A for OSA in Office Skills, need not allow to take the same again in the Higher Nitec, but hey, I got A too, but I never make it to Higher Nitec. After meeting her, I'm off taking bus 2 or 5, don't wanna take 31 outside Admin Blk, coz it might be crowded, and I hate smokers who smoke at the bridge &amp;amp; bus-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day which is Thursday, off meeting Siti Hajar, gonna wait for her in school, ended her class at 10am, then off we go somewhere, maybe Tampines or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day which is Friday, gonna meet some of my friends again in school, some ended early at 12pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, I'm a busy woman. I would rather hang-out &amp;amp; meet my friends instead of staying at home whole day. ITE friends is the best, High School friends are no good at all. Trust me, when you enter college, your new friends is the best instead of your High School friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alamak, I'm shy lah going school, and see my juniors. Lol! I'm the ex-senior lah. So paisey see them. Lol! Nonetheless, don't bothered them, just meet up with friends whom I know in school. Who wanna have a date with me in school? Lmao! Damn, I miss Co-Op, I wanna go there tomorrow. Haha ... Pssst, before I start my Private Diploma soon by this year or early next year, I can still spend time with my ITE Simei friends, if not, I will be very busy. Haha. I need a job. I need a job &amp;amp; save $$$. To study Private Diploma and pay the fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna dressed up not so much lah.&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/4095684782033471609-4430046983968468203?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4430046983968468203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4430046983968468203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy.html' title='Busy?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2071818214214444035</id><published>2009-04-14T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:36:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky, I am not in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090414/tap-235-about-30-injured-traffic-acciden-231650b.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090414/tap-235-about-30-injured-traffic-acciden-231650b.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just heard the news recently about a collision between a SBS Bus &amp;amp; Tour Bus. Like OMG, send out more ambulances and more paramedics to help out the injured people and sent them to the hospital immediately. Some was seriously injured but Some are not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But anyway, Mum, Dad &amp;amp; Me recently go to HDB Hub to ask more enquiries about houses. I was like desperately wanna move back to Tampines Estate. Lol, but this time will takes a few more years till I will turn 21, and the new house will be in my named as the owner, dad says. Then, dad &amp;amp; me started out to be so hungry, so we three hunt down for food, and we finally found Foodcourt at Toa Payoh. So yeah, I share Nasi Lemak with my mum, as dad eats his own food. Then, while I was eating, I realise this chinese dude walk beside me, behind me is the Japanese food, he was like look at me and smiled, I just ignored, put out a 'snobbish face'. Then, minutes later, he and his friend seated behind my dad. His friend too was looking at me. So, I just buat bodoh, don't care about them. And they started to style their, OMG THEY ARE SO VAIN, I hate guys who do their hair in public and infront of me, they like wanna get some attention, so vain! Then, off we go home, so I just look at them, and I walk away, I don't look back, if I look back, they would thought I like them.  -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told my mum "Why are some chinese dudes start to look at me, what am I pretty, puh-lease, no way!". And she confidently replied "Good, as long as it wasn't Pure Malays look at you, especially the MATS, aku tak sebuluh langsung!". Then I remember, sometimes anywhere I am, the chinese dudes start to checking me out, ya I remember, one time I was alone, mum goes buy some food to eat, then this chinese dude approach me and ask for my number. I was like "Huh? Sorry!". Then, I saw my mum is coming, I said "Go go, my mum is coming". And he just walk off like that. Just wanna tell you that my mum saw what had happened. And I said "Thought you might wanna get angry!". Haha. But actually she doesn't really care if I had a boyfriend, as long as the person is good, respectful, responsible, gentlemen, loyal &amp;amp; easy-going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, that's what I really want for a guy. But I am not ready for any now, I don't want my First Time ever relationship to be happens break-ups, dumping, jealousy &amp;amp; scandal. I just wanna last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn, I want a job now ... Lucky, I am not in love for now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope I am ready soon ... I will leave it to ALLAH.&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/4095684782033471609-2071818214214444035?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2071818214214444035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2071818214214444035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-i-am-not-in-love.html' title='Lucky, I am not in love'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-4523788018706363447</id><published>2009-04-13T15:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:01:19.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diam-Diam aku menyukai mu. Tak mungkin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, this is my latest picture of the day for today. I captured this using my sister laptop webcam. Lol! I hope I could have my own laptop. Eerr, the quality of the webcam effect isn't that good at all. I am Wishing for a laptop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well practically, I seriously look weird. Surprise how do I can get this even better? I am keeping my hair, and its getting longer. Woot! Mum kept asking me to cut the below layer of my hair, coz its a little curly. And I replied confidently "NO, I don't want to cut my hair again!". I need to buy a hair book, on the tutorials of creating hair styles. But where can I find it? Anyone knows? Haha. Erm, my hair is like a perming, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, I'm wearing my ex-ITE College East Simei maroon polo tee. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/shikinkikindolly/Photo2009413338823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, some of my ex-OF mates starts school today in their Higher Nitec. I miss school. I regret for not studying very hard in my NITEC year, I was very playful. Don't blame my friends, I was in a wrong. And what's even worse? I really regret, for getting 2.7 gpa for my 1st exam &amp;amp; 2.1 gpa for my 2nd exam, so the calculation is like this (2.7 + 2.1 =" 4.8") ... (4.8 / 2 =" 2.4") ... 2.4 is my final result gpa point. The minimum on going Higher-Nitec is 2.8. ; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yeah, I am really looking forward to my enrolling Private Diploma soon. I should have get 3.1 and above for my 2nd exam, so that at least I can get Logistics or Accounting, if can't get Administration. Ggggrrrrr ... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this lyrics by Dewi Sandra - I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ku kira ku tak ‘kan pernah jatuh cinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ternyata ku salah saat bertemu denganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kau bicara, hatiku pun bicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mengapa kau buat ku jadi mati gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendekat salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Menjemu salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bicara salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mengapa, semua jadi serba salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh mati ku jadi, jatuh cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sungguh ku menyukai, semua yang ada pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa kau rasakan hal yang sama denganku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tak ‘kan ku tolak bila kau ingin denganku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre Chorus] ~~ [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love (x6), you, you(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre Chorus] ~~ [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love (x6), you, you(x4)&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/4095684782033471609-4523788018706363447?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4523788018706363447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/4523788018706363447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Diam-Diam aku menyukai mu. Tak mungkin!'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-2511488722797133503</id><published>2009-04-11T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:07:38.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum scolded me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its been a long time my last movie I watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can anyone bring me to the movies, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, I just had a scold from mum recently, she said "Dah pukul berape ni, gi tidur lah, esok boleh main computer". And I said "Ye ye mak".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay toodles everyone, I'm off to sleep now. Its 11.06pm. Bye!&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/4095684782033471609-2511488722797133503?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2511488722797133503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/2511488722797133503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/mum-scolded-me.html' title='Mum scolded me.'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095684782033471609.post-8925512299747353490</id><published>2009-04-11T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:50:01.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some of my friends will be starting their Higher-Nitec 1st day this April 13th which is on Monday, two days to come. I will definitely gonna visit them one day in school. Hhhmmm ... I am so sad that most of my friends has its own life's going on, but not me. My life is still not moving on. Once I get my work, I'll be way happier and to save $$$ to enroll my Private Diploma quickly. Right now, my parents are already asleep, and its 10.37pm, my sister is out and as for my brother is working till tomorrow morning. I'm all alone at home, using this creepy shitty computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And by the way, I was kinda petty embarassing today, Mum &amp;amp; Me were waiting for bus 291 on our way back to Tampines Library bus stop, at this Tampines Mart bus stop, there's this lady approach us. I thought it was my mum's friend, so, I just 'salam' her for respect. I was like "??? who is she!".Then, soon, my mum said "Kau kenal cik ni tak? Mak Zulhairi lah. Kawan baik kau dulu mase kecik-kecik". I was like "Ohhhhhhh *smile*". Then we talked and talked. Boarded the same bus together, hhhmm, thought of his son was with her, so I would like by saying Hello to him, but he wasn't there, as he had this 'kuda-kepang' thingy. I just can't imagine how he looks like now. Haha, I remember when we were a little, together we are 'selengeh bacin'. Lol! I really miss my childhood friends, most of them are boys  -.-  I hope ALLAH will bring us back together friends forever. So yeah, I'm a tomboy when I was a little. Don't blame me as I had no girl-friends which I trusted, most of them are boys, they really rock my world. Girl can't be bestfriend with Girls. But only Girls can be bestfriend with Boys. Girls and Girls would might has its jealousy. I played their toys like Power Rangers, Robocop (oh he's hot  ^,^) &amp;amp; Ultraman. K lame! I miss 'choki', I do not know his real name. Lol! He's the bestfriend of mine that I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I need a laptop, I really need it.&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/4095684782033471609-8925512299747353490?l=perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8925512299747353490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095684782033471609/posts/default/8925512299747353490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlifefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/trust.html' title='Trust?'/><author><name>SHIKIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557864623781123658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dsY8KszHsv0/SF89EWTDHgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iGzR6hjemMQ/S220/crown.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
