<?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-8140914826782307901</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:43:17.963+08:00</updated><category term='Ijah.'/><category term='HAIKAL&apos;S SHOPPING TRIP'/><category term='YOUR MY BESTFRIED.'/><category term='More photos at my Facebook and congrats Yan.'/><category term='if theres mistake'/><category term='SAD'/><category term='WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT TO SAID?'/><category term='MY FAMILY DAY OUT'/><category term='PS: I LOVE YOU'/><category term='MY JZHABAR'/><category term='Haikal&apos;s 18th'/><category term='Fucking pissed off.'/><category term='UPDATE + LOTS OF WORDS'/><category term='Sorry'/><category term='ITS HER AGAIN'/><category term='IAM MISSING MY THURSDAY.'/><category term='BENG'/><category term='NOT MY DAY. :('/><category term='HAPPY 4th YEARS ANNIVERSAY BOYFRIEND'/><category term='FUCK Q'/><category term='I LOVE YOU.'/><category term='BUT WE SHARE THE SAME MOM'/><category term='I&apos;m lazy to read it through again.'/><category term='HES KNOW ME THE BEST'/><category term='BITCH'/><category term='I miss TMC.'/><category term='Happy 18th'/><category term='Happy 19th Boyfriend'/><category term='I LOVE YOU SO MUCH'/><category term='Injection make me wanna sleep. :('/><category term='I love you like crazy.'/><category term='RED NAILS'/><category term='Enjoying caramel frapp now at TM Starbucks.'/><title type='text'>house-harlow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-982951746215612581</id><published>2009-09-12T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:25:25.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUMBLR !!!&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/8140914826782307901-982951746215612581?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/982951746215612581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=982951746215612581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/982951746215612581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/982951746215612581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#982951746215612581' title=''/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2834616502076496383</id><published>2009-09-10T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:01:10.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqiyCPxAVfI/AAAAAAAACD0/9GwfX2uisys/s1600-h/MRJEfV3KwnygjkkdD5pB68FLo1_400-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379745506555614706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqiyCPxAVfI/AAAAAAAACD0/9GwfX2uisys/s400/MRJEfV3KwnygjkkdD5pB68FLo1_400-horz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yes, you are, dearest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-2834616502076496383?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2834616502076496383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2834616502076496383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2834616502076496383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2834616502076496383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2834616502076496383' title='YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqiyCPxAVfI/AAAAAAAACD0/9GwfX2uisys/s72-c/MRJEfV3KwnygjkkdD5pB68FLo1_400-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2629201923639665267</id><published>2009-09-09T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:15:45.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S HAVE SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqccDoOIm3I/AAAAAAAACDk/REVjqYuTQy0/s1600-h/tumblr_kplxs365os1qzcso1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379299128579234674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqccDoOIm3I/AAAAAAAACDk/REVjqYuTQy0/s400/tumblr_kplxs365os1qzcso1o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boy, don't leave me in hazed &amp;amp; let's get wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Skinny are beautiful. HELL YEAH !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-2629201923639665267?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2629201923639665267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2629201923639665267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2629201923639665267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2629201923639665267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2629201923639665267' title='LET&apos;S HAVE SEX'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqccDoOIm3I/AAAAAAAACDk/REVjqYuTQy0/s72-c/tumblr_kplxs365os1qzcso1o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1203712417137714298</id><published>2009-09-08T11:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:30:52.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE USE TO BE ALWAYS TOGETHER, 6 OF US</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqXNnekiMuI/AAAAAAAACDc/0YpBE6Re5s8/s1600-h/DSCF3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378931408068817634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqXNnekiMuI/AAAAAAAACDc/0YpBE6Re5s8/s400/DSCF3768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has gone to be a Man today.&lt;br /&gt;And, this was last year. When everything is so surreal like we are friends forever but not anymore. I'am missing this so much.&lt;br /&gt;The every weekend head down to Town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The everyday, jumpa dekat bawah bilik Yan.&lt;br /&gt;But, I know, people come &amp;amp; go as they pleased.&lt;br /&gt;I have found another mate just like them too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I hope it will stay true &amp;amp; not like before.&lt;br /&gt;So what's gonna happen now, only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it's not gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, Boyfriend &amp;amp; I are gonna be so busy like bees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working, working &amp;amp; working. And, I'am so excited for Hari Raya this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1203712417137714298?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1203712417137714298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1203712417137714298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1203712417137714298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1203712417137714298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1203712417137714298' title='WE USE TO BE ALWAYS TOGETHER, 6 OF US'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqXNnekiMuI/AAAAAAAACDc/0YpBE6Re5s8/s72-c/DSCF3768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7706111817727813192</id><published>2009-09-04T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:09:52.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I STOP POUNDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqC72ztI0jI/AAAAAAAACC8/2p09ooa6qo8/s1600-h/DSCF3120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377504505347232306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqC72ztI0jI/AAAAAAAACC8/2p09ooa6qo8/s400/DSCF3120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I want to that old girl that Boyfriend once knew.&lt;br /&gt;I want to the strong innocent &amp;amp; independent girl like before.&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be the naive &amp;amp; girly girl, I was once before.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to be a cry baby for a small reason.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to be a angry bitch for such a small petty things.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to be such a fucking whore to the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate having this emotional breakdown.&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/8140914826782307901-7706111817727813192?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7706111817727813192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7706111817727813192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7706111817727813192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7706111817727813192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7706111817727813192' title='WHEN I STOP POUNDING'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SqC72ztI0jI/AAAAAAAACC8/2p09ooa6qo8/s72-c/DSCF3120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-27527404378520663</id><published>2009-08-30T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:49:33.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpoCMc7e34I/AAAAAAAACCA/QBqgHIEZXm0/s1600-h/200820092161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375611518167474050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpoCMc7e34I/AAAAAAAACCA/QBqgHIEZXm0/s400/200820092161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening lately?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Same old things, lepaking with the boys &amp;amp; trying to make more plan as possible. Baybeats for the past 2 straight days. It was awesome. First day was with the boys. Going back home close to midnight. Second day was with the girls or should I said more to couples. Typicals minahs &amp;amp; mats &amp;amp; typical girls wannabe. Yucks, make me vomit. Side-track, screen by the CID. Taking pictures &amp;amp; asking for our personal information. The best thing is that our group was the only one who kena screen &amp;amp; taking pictures. Satu-satu pulak tu. Wah, baik or what!!! Muka kita ne macam terrorists, I guess. Haha. And, not forgetting the Boyfriend mosh leaving me alone behind. Not very happy about that. &lt;strong&gt;READ, NOT VERY HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracking back, the weather is so good to be in the house. Making me sleeply but Mom will surely nag at me cause she doesn't like us to be sleeping in the middle of Ramadhan days. It is not good neither will she allow us to go out unless there is an emergency. Okay-okay, whatever, will be meeting Boyfriend &amp;amp; Yan for some mini shopping. Excited much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Final Destination tomorrow. Yes, very-very excited. And, equals to farewall party for Yan. Maybe. Maybe not. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-27527404378520663?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/27527404378520663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=27527404378520663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/27527404378520663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/27527404378520663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#27527404378520663' title='WHAT???'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpoCMc7e34I/AAAAAAAACCA/QBqgHIEZXm0/s72-c/200820092161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2268224151544226366</id><published>2009-08-27T10:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:20:34.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPDATE + LOTS OF WORDS'/><title type='text'>UPDATESSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpXss6t3MwI/AAAAAAAACAI/S3NrfiawNx8/s1600-h/Bbb(01).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374461986756571906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpXss6t3MwI/AAAAAAAACAI/S3NrfiawNx8/s320/Bbb(01).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello babies. It's been a long time since I had a proper decent update. So yeah, here I'am, talking craps &amp;amp; nonsense, well at least theres still a long entry for you to be a busy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is okay by the minute. A bit salt &amp;amp; sugar to sum up my daily life. Love life is okay too. Arguing over a small things &amp;amp; after that a warm kiss by the boy. I love you, Beng. ♥ Been spending alot of time with the boys. Yes, I love it. From playing Dota, PS3, Bang-lak to Bingo. I'm sure a one happy kid by their side. And, not forgetting lah, someone with their seeking attention punya perangai. Oopps. Boyfriend know, I know only. Family relationship is okay too. I had a warm heart to heart talk with Sissy few days ago. Talking about my past, the future &amp;amp; the present. And, add in more fun, talking about sex. Haha. Relationship with Mom is abit turn on &amp;amp; off. She get angry with me over a small things but in the end her warm felt smile already make my day. Life with Dad side is becoming more wonderful &amp;amp; I love that. Hope more to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, at the end of the day, I miss my Granny so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracking.&lt;br /&gt;Photos from a few days back, I guess. Karaoke-ing at Katong before the fasting month. Late night, Bang-lak. And, the thought of watching The Proposal with Boyfriend &amp;amp; Yan was cancel since the tickets is too expensive. End up, lepaking at the Pasir Ris beach playing Bang-lak like usual &amp;amp; off back home at midnight. Second day of fasting was out to Geylang. At the end of day, playing Bang-lak like usual again. Back home closed to midnight. And, the rest of day was spent lepaking at the usual place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres whole lot of plan coming up this few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats. Final Destination. A farewell party. More &amp;amp; more.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the farewell party. Someone is going to serve the nation. And, the reason is not because he is going to serve the nation but he has to. Peragai &lt;em&gt;dog&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. And, yes, Yan going NS soon. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what's gonna happened after that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's Fate decide. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done now. 2 more days to fast. I mean I can fast already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's left with 3 more weeks only. I hope I can fulfilled it. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES &lt;/strong&gt;but more on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3scMdIwI/AAAAAAAACB4/--PWQ0BFLFM/s1600-h/200820092149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374474073191293698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3scMdIwI/AAAAAAAACB4/--PWQ0BFLFM/s400/200820092149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3f-OUXHI/AAAAAAAACBw/JrvPF-COpCo/s1600-h/20082009028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473858987613298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3f-OUXHI/AAAAAAAACBw/JrvPF-COpCo/s400/20082009028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3fYdLfwI/AAAAAAAACBo/N0VuhQGU3UU/s1600-h/20082009031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473848849399554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3fYdLfwI/AAAAAAAACBo/N0VuhQGU3UU/s400/20082009031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3exK5K2I/AAAAAAAACBg/vynmW94tf7Y/s1600-h/20082009032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473838303718242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3exK5K2I/AAAAAAAACBg/vynmW94tf7Y/s400/20082009032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3eOGx0yI/AAAAAAAACBY/odLNyJrFrg4/s1600-h/20082009035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473828891218722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX3eOGx0yI/AAAAAAAACBY/odLNyJrFrg4/s400/20082009035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX21IJgr0I/AAAAAAAACBQ/SdDaz5cl5uw/s1600-h/20082009037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473122917429058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX21IJgr0I/AAAAAAAACBQ/SdDaz5cl5uw/s400/20082009037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX20qKayYI/AAAAAAAACBI/mUMMCGtdN7I/s1600-h/20082009039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473114868173186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX20qKayYI/AAAAAAAACBI/mUMMCGtdN7I/s400/20082009039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX20Fp-GGI/AAAAAAAACBA/hc04t21j1vo/s1600-h/20082009040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473105068398690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX20Fp-GGI/AAAAAAAACBA/hc04t21j1vo/s400/20082009040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX2WBvucCI/AAAAAAAACA4/yDgBvDO31iM/s1600-h/20082009045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374472588622721058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX2WBvucCI/AAAAAAAACA4/yDgBvDO31iM/s400/20082009045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX2Vvw3BhI/AAAAAAAACAw/AgFuOv8HNlY/s1600-h/20082009050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374472583795639826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX2Vvw3BhI/AAAAAAAACAw/AgFuOv8HNlY/s400/20082009050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX2VEk7PWI/AAAAAAAACAo/irAIEW2X0hQ/s1600-h/20082009053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374472572202859874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX2VEk7PWI/AAAAAAAACAo/irAIEW2X0hQ/s400/20082009053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX1xvOw2hI/AAAAAAAACAg/wBEqn4fWKic/s1600-h/20082009055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374471965177338386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX1xvOw2hI/AAAAAAAACAg/wBEqn4fWKic/s400/20082009055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX1xESBN2I/AAAAAAAACAY/x2E1Lk8HAJc/s1600-h/21082009059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374471953648269154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX1xESBN2I/AAAAAAAACAY/x2E1Lk8HAJc/s400/21082009059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX1wiFi_7I/AAAAAAAACAQ/nFom84sH8Vk/s1600-h/23082009063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374471944469151666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpX1wiFi_7I/AAAAAAAACAQ/nFom84sH8Vk/s400/23082009063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I really have to said this before I go.&lt;br /&gt;Not pointing to people, I, myself were wrong too but ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do girl fast eventhough they wear sexy clothes, I mean unappropriate clothes?? And, why do couples fast when they know they are going to touch each other?? Okay, I touch my Boyfriend but like hello, I'm not fasting so that's excused eventhough I know its wrong too but okay I simply don't understand. Lebih baik, tak payah puasa kan, kalau nk kiss-kiss ngn Boyfriend. Dah batal apa namanya. I'm gonna start fasting in about 2 days time &amp;amp; I've already told Boyfriend not to meet me in the afternoon, fear I might be touching &amp;amp; kissing him. Haha. If not, batal okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to tahan the nafsu, for God sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insyaallah. Boleh punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-2268224151544226366?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2268224151544226366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2268224151544226366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2268224151544226366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2268224151544226366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2268224151544226366' title='UPDATESSSSS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpXss6t3MwI/AAAAAAAACAI/S3NrfiawNx8/s72-c/Bbb(01).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8833971358901801939</id><published>2009-08-26T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:06:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WONDERWOMEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpSWKoy58II/AAAAAAAAB-I/isz4RdDGN18/s1600-h/03082009067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374085364853633154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpSWKoy58II/AAAAAAAAB-I/isz4RdDGN18/s400/03082009067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just closed my eyes &amp;amp; dream about the good things of life?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8833971358901801939?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8833971358901801939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8833971358901801939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8833971358901801939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8833971358901801939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8833971358901801939' title='WONDERWOMEN'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpSWKoy58II/AAAAAAAAB-I/isz4RdDGN18/s72-c/03082009067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-132629655275392163</id><published>2009-08-23T08:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:58:56.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY-THIRD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I love you, not for what you are,&lt;br /&gt;but for what I am when I am with you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpCMhS0OkKI/AAAAAAAAB-A/At_A1K5RpP8/s1600-h/6371_1040941083350_1820276112_87062_440853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372948859067469986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpCMhS0OkKI/AAAAAAAAB-A/At_A1K5RpP8/s400/6371_1040941083350_1820276112_87062_440853_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We turn 55years old today.&lt;br /&gt;The love for you kept going stronger &amp;amp; stronger each minute.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, Beng. ❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO NADIARINA &amp;amp; WAWAKISS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;And, to those who share the same anniversary with me too.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't 23 is just special? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taurus Woman and Pisces Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The dreaminess of a Piscean man will be beautifully complemented by the level-headedness and down-to-earth attitude of a Taurean woman. Her devotion and loyalty will remove any insecurity he might feel. He, in turn, will make her look at life in a way that departs from the usual. He will teach her to dream and she will then push him to make those dreams come true. He will pamper her and will attract her with his charm and intellectual depth. As long as they manage to sort out their differences, this match will work perfectly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-132629655275392163?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/132629655275392163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=132629655275392163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/132629655275392163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/132629655275392163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#132629655275392163' title='TWENTY-THIRD'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SpCMhS0OkKI/AAAAAAAAB-A/At_A1K5RpP8/s72-c/6371_1040941083350_1820276112_87062_440853_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-24723684573820545</id><published>2009-08-21T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:08:00.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/So4J2D6kvNI/AAAAAAAAB94/NlQJQ-EccM4/s1600-h/23904556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372242229868149970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/So4J2D6kvNI/AAAAAAAAB94/NlQJQ-EccM4/s400/23904556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon for a proper update. With all those beautiful poems, ton of pictures, all the hateful words &amp;amp; not forgetting Love notes in about 2 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life been so good for now. With a little bit salt on it. Been missing both Granny alot that I cried when I look at their photos. And, Love life is getting better by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Movie date later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-24723684573820545?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/24723684573820545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=24723684573820545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/24723684573820545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/24723684573820545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#24723684573820545' title='23 DAYS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/So4J2D6kvNI/AAAAAAAAB94/NlQJQ-EccM4/s72-c/23904556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-3248614774996806125</id><published>2009-08-09T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:11:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sn4hGXwCgqI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Km7mbWt86Yw/s1600-h/30062009308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367764199210648226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sn4hGXwCgqI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Km7mbWt86Yw/s400/30062009308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister bring Granny out to Vivo City &amp;amp; Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;My Granny, Kamsinah Bte Bakeri.&lt;br /&gt;Year 1927 - 6th August 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL-fatihah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insyaallah. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-3248614774996806125?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3248614774996806125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=3248614774996806125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3248614774996806125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3248614774996806125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3248614774996806125' title='GRANNY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sn4hGXwCgqI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Km7mbWt86Yw/s72-c/30062009308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2644970313165092107</id><published>2009-07-23T08:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:31:41.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54th MONTHSARY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 4 YEARS 6 MONTHS, ANNIVERSARY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BENG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I will never let you go &amp;amp; let some other guy have you cause you are forever mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDITED/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Granny is seriously ill. She can't even recognised us, my siblings. Sadden us even more, she can't even recognised my Mom, her daughter. We are by her side all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-2644970313165092107?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2644970313165092107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2644970313165092107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2644970313165092107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2644970313165092107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2644970313165092107' title='54th MONTHSARY.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8781020341706984162</id><published>2009-07-20T08:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:52:37.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More photos at my Facebook and congrats Yan.'/><title type='text'>WEDDING BELLS, PICTURES, BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT, SMALL UPDATES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPFFbYRfDI/AAAAAAAAB7k/cbkZD_meyTE/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360344678540606514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPFFbYRfDI/AAAAAAAAB7k/cbkZD_meyTE/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPFFJzvDqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/8S_5GCkto0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360344673823952546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPFFJzvDqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/8S_5GCkto0Q/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really-really busy. I mean like I'm 100000 times busy than those who are working &amp;amp; schooling. From taking care &amp;amp; be a nurse to Granny, to babysit the kids, to cleaning up the house, to meeting up the Boyfriend for small dinner, to spending time with my usual boys. But everything was well spent off. No doubt &amp;amp; no other feelings can described when I'm around with all those crazy bunches. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forget, someone getting himself a Brother-in-law. From those overnight, to late nigh Risk game which need to destroy yellow, grey, black troops. Ghost story-telling, ghost hunting &amp;amp; not forgetting the hot story of the year, Nenek jual keropok which turn into a Pontianak. LOLs. At the end of the day, had a wonderful Sunday with the awesome bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's has been a real roller coaster ride. From fighting with the Sisters, arguing with both Mom &amp;amp; Boyfriend. To all those misunderstanding. To facing health stress, well almost I stress about everything. Hahaha. But, never beat how Boyfriend said the sweetest thang to me every night before going to sleep. Life is wonderful when things turn into a beautiful butterfly. But it's suck when the sky turn grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. I post to many toooooo's already. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPEWC9KsOI/AAAAAAAAB7U/CXbEcku6mZs/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360343864530612450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPEWC9KsOI/AAAAAAAAB7U/CXbEcku6mZs/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPEV0ZI91I/AAAAAAAAB7M/7wfiTLtmDFk/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360343860621408082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPEV0ZI91I/AAAAAAAAB7M/7wfiTLtmDFk/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPDWDAidFI/AAAAAAAAB7E/6J92jBGJ1bU/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360342765033124946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPDWDAidFI/AAAAAAAAB7E/6J92jBGJ1bU/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPDV8bNi8I/AAAAAAAAB68/qEPv2npEiUo/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360342763265952706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPDV8bNi8I/AAAAAAAAB68/qEPv2npEiUo/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPCliYcjSI/AAAAAAAAB60/MCyIHejrHRo/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360341931641310498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPCliYcjSI/AAAAAAAAB60/MCyIHejrHRo/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPClTADkYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/C-moZzNr2kU/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360341927512478082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPClTADkYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/C-moZzNr2kU/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPB0lA97fI/AAAAAAAAB6c/AUldgfnmqv8/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360341090534551026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPB0lA97fI/AAAAAAAAB6c/AUldgfnmqv8/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPB1K_8L9I/AAAAAAAAB6k/zkaLRkvUC6k/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360341100730789842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPB1K_8L9I/AAAAAAAAB6k/zkaLRkvUC6k/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPAvke3rMI/AAAAAAAAB6U/4pp3xPHJodw/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360339904980561090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPAvke3rMI/AAAAAAAAB6U/4pp3xPHJodw/s400/IMG_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPAvH33cXI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Il1d9PKWitg/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360339897300775282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPAvH33cXI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Il1d9PKWitg/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO_Y8r_VSI/AAAAAAAAB6E/j3QCcLbyNpA/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360338416829420834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO_Y8r_VSI/AAAAAAAAB6E/j3QCcLbyNpA/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO-wLJP1JI/AAAAAAAAB50/R3i3w6rBzrc/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360337716335596690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO-wLJP1JI/AAAAAAAAB50/R3i3w6rBzrc/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO_YX7hA6I/AAAAAAAAB58/gyLTTE0mBn0/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360338406962430882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO_YX7hA6I/AAAAAAAAB58/gyLTTE0mBn0/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO-vn586HI/AAAAAAAAB5s/rlf4137Daqk/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360337706876201074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmO-vn586HI/AAAAAAAAB5s/rlf4137Daqk/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPMWeUAtSI/AAAAAAAAB7s/W64ayL3aSB0/s1600-h/P1310201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360352667967206690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPMWeUAtSI/AAAAAAAAB7s/W64ayL3aSB0/s400/P1310201.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest candy turn 19th on the 18th of July.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Hadijah. For God sake, you are beautiful in your own ways.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that, would you? And, I'm so happy, finally you've found someone who love you like theres no tomorrow &amp;amp; give you those effing cute butterflies in your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you always &amp;amp; may you have a wonderful birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Anak Malik. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8781020341706984162?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8781020341706984162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8781020341706984162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8781020341706984162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8781020341706984162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8781020341706984162' title='WEDDING BELLS, PICTURES, BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT, SMALL UPDATES.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SmPFFbYRfDI/AAAAAAAAB7k/cbkZD_meyTE/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8979209966707870575</id><published>2009-07-12T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:25:10.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ON A HIATUS MODE FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;MISS ME WHEN I'M GONE.&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/8140914826782307901-8979209966707870575?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8979209966707870575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8979209966707870575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8979209966707870575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8979209966707870575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8979209966707870575' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-637609221912654832</id><published>2009-07-09T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:38:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHADY'S BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWPToL7xpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Zdz1qZh-BKs/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356344899194832530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWPToL7xpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Zdz1qZh-BKs/s320/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running &amp;amp; running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I guess, its time for me to settle down yet again &amp;amp; don't be so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fickle-minded about everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-637609221912654832?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/637609221912654832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=637609221912654832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/637609221912654832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/637609221912654832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#637609221912654832' title='SHADY&apos;S BACK'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWPToL7xpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Zdz1qZh-BKs/s72-c/IMG_0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4551970972607571787</id><published>2009-06-25T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:28:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING FADING AWAY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 53th, what went wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4551970972607571787?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4551970972607571787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4551970972607571787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4551970972607571787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4551970972607571787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4551970972607571787' title='FEELING FADING AWAY?'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2200075719273984209</id><published>2009-06-24T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:17:54.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RED NAILS'/><title type='text'>OLD PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuNNViTXI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ocMuRVpAX8s/s1600-h/my_summer_(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819742978559346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuNNViTXI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ocMuRVpAX8s/s320/my_summer_(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuDKgdb-I/AAAAAAAAB4E/eTvX9U_8xcs/s1600-h/Picture0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819570420379618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuDKgdb-I/AAAAAAAAB4E/eTvX9U_8xcs/s320/Picture0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuC5FllyI/AAAAAAAAB38/ZZzZE0rxmQw/s1600-h/crazy_(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819565744264994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuC5FllyI/AAAAAAAAB38/ZZzZE0rxmQw/s320/crazy_(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuC4mrThI/AAAAAAAAB30/8UITPCv60pY/s1600-h/Cheese!0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819565614616082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuC4mrThI/AAAAAAAAB30/8UITPCv60pY/s320/Cheese!0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND, gambar sungguh lama lah kan. Remember?? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you the full scoop later Okay. LOLs. Well, I got back some of old pictures in my picasa album. I have totally forgot about it. And, it is so funny. Haha. I can't stop laughing when I look back. Hahaha. Side-tracked, birthday celebration later. My babygirl is so cranky today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She only want hug!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-2200075719273984209?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2200075719273984209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2200075719273984209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2200075719273984209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2200075719273984209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2200075719273984209' title='OLD PICTURES'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkHuNNViTXI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ocMuRVpAX8s/s72-c/my_summer_(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-9010507655344695546</id><published>2009-06-24T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:16:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN SAND BEACH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkD_qWeGFTI/AAAAAAAAB2o/v7JZuu5bOck/s1600-h/DSCF4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350557460367545650" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkD_qWeGFTI/AAAAAAAAB2o/v7JZuu5bOck/s200/DSCF4348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkD_p6iISgI/AAAAAAAAB2g/AtPrWpvc5i0/s1600-h/DSCF4346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350557452868274690" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkD_p6iISgI/AAAAAAAAB2g/AtPrWpvc5i0/s200/DSCF4346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be in the sun again with my Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-9010507655344695546?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/9010507655344695546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=9010507655344695546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/9010507655344695546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/9010507655344695546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9010507655344695546' title='SUN SAND BEACH'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SkD_qWeGFTI/AAAAAAAAB2o/v7JZuu5bOck/s72-c/DSCF4348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-3038552046684549347</id><published>2009-06-23T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:33:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4YEARS 5MONTHS ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sj9qotnQIqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/nOOHNStcCGo/s1600-h/141220081531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350112130010981026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sj9qotnQIqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/nOOHNStcCGo/s400/141220081531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 53th MONTHSARY, BENG.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE  YOU SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;AND, JUST LIKE A FAT KIDS LOVE HIS CAKE TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;PS: I know that the feeling is still there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it will never change, I believe you too right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'm early but who cares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-3038552046684549347?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3038552046684549347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=3038552046684549347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3038552046684549347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3038552046684549347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3038552046684549347' title='4YEARS 5MONTHS ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sj9qotnQIqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/nOOHNStcCGo/s72-c/141220081531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-647408045731628356</id><published>2009-06-22T09:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:44:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ SENTOSA WITH MY MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentosa yesterday afternoon with my man.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked something for the both of us &amp;amp; Mom make us a ramly burger.&lt;br /&gt;Tanned all the way until this man of mine kept complaining that the heat is getting hotter &amp;amp; hotter that we kept changing spot.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we settle for one spot &amp;amp; swim for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we settle for dinner at the Banquet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; spent some quality time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Before, we bused down to Tampines &amp;amp; home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I love yesterday so much &amp;amp; I can't wait for another outing with you, Boyfriend. And, yes, Just the two of Us. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: I will upload some pictures when I get them from the Bf.&lt;br /&gt;But, half way through, the camera is being such a bitch. Hmphh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QlL__oQPEDI&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/QlL__oQPEDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-647408045731628356?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/647408045731628356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=647408045731628356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/647408045731628356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/647408045731628356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#647408045731628356' title='♥ SENTOSA WITH MY MAN'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4110981039057164795</id><published>2009-06-21T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:04:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER's DAY IS TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only Man that I can cried so badly infront of him.&lt;br /&gt;The only Man that I can tell all my secrets with.&lt;br /&gt;The only Man who stood with me all this while.&lt;br /&gt;The only Man who love his daughter like no other father can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Father's Day, Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love you so much. May Allah bless you always.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my Dad is here with Mom to share this wonderful day,&lt;br /&gt;but I can only wish but can never said it.&lt;br /&gt;While, being the only daughter of his, &lt;br /&gt;I should refrain myself from crying.&lt;br /&gt;And, its the tears of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4110981039057164795?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4110981039057164795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4110981039057164795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4110981039057164795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4110981039057164795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4110981039057164795' title='FATHER&apos;s DAY IS TODAY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2999165199885368338</id><published>2009-06-20T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:14:43.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOSING PART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cure&lt;br /&gt;I've waited hours for this&lt;br /&gt;Ive made myself so sick&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd stayed asleep today&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this day would end&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that tonight could ever be&lt;br /&gt;this close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY BOYFRIEND BADLY BUT I NEVER TOLD HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-2999165199885368338?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2999165199885368338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2999165199885368338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2999165199885368338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2999165199885368338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2999165199885368338' title='THE LOSING PART'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5533897938086405386</id><published>2009-06-19T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:22:01.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AT 18th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life at 18th !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I have decides not to turn back my time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could ever stop me starting from now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna follow my dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5533897938086405386?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5533897938086405386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5533897938086405386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5533897938086405386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5533897938086405386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5533897938086405386' title='LIFE AT 18th.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7785092240428559367</id><published>2009-06-17T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:51:31.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAREWELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Granny said that she dream of her parents (Means my great-grandparents) coming to take her away to a nice beautiful place with lots of beautiful people &amp;amp; she said it looks like a Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf, I'am so sorry. I feel so bad about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-7785092240428559367?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7785092240428559367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7785092240428559367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7785092240428559367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7785092240428559367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7785092240428559367' title='FAREWELL'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-74188611549946518</id><published>2009-06-16T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:55:29.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb7o9UIYiI/AAAAAAAAB1g/jj6VXGXm2lY/s1600-h/03042009266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347738288621380130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb7o9UIYiI/AAAAAAAAB1g/jj6VXGXm2lY/s200/03042009266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb7pmTo9RI/AAAAAAAAB1w/SKDf6n9MoME/s1600-h/03042009270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347738299625174290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb7pmTo9RI/AAAAAAAAB1w/SKDf6n9MoME/s200/03042009270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb7pYaxvJI/AAAAAAAAB1o/aKAl601x4f0/s1600-h/03042009267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347738295897013394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb7pYaxvJI/AAAAAAAAB1o/aKAl601x4f0/s200/03042009267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on my favourites baby birthday which is on 3rd April. Celebrating both my April's baby birthday &amp;amp; Sister birthday. Ezza hair is so sleek. Even her own Maksu, canno't do her hair like that. Hahaha. Don't you think so? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6_0AHhLI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qOfLZkmecAQ/s1600-h/14052009284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347737581746881714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6_0AHhLI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qOfLZkmecAQ/s200/14052009284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6_h9_O0I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YOJ8bsaY0DA/s1600-h/14052009283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347737576906111810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6_h9_O0I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YOJ8bsaY0DA/s200/14052009283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6_A-AKzI/AAAAAAAAB1I/Jk6YsGCMiZU/s1600-h/14052009282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347737568047803186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6_A-AKzI/AAAAAAAAB1I/Jk6YsGCMiZU/s200/14052009282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6-77N4uI/AAAAAAAAB1A/mhZsxKKtW2g/s1600-h/14052009281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347737566693941986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb6-77N4uI/AAAAAAAAB1A/mhZsxKKtW2g/s200/14052009281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind about my face. Hahaha. My birthday one month ago. Just a small mini celebration with the family. My Brother is not there eventhough he supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb8WhooNQI/AAAAAAAAB2A/u0Rt1BUDDcE/s1600-h/28052009289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347739071465141506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb8WhooNQI/AAAAAAAAB2A/u0Rt1BUDDcE/s200/28052009289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb8WcHVsUI/AAAAAAAAB14/lmJ3DpSicJg/s1600-h/25042009277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347739069983338818" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb8WcHVsUI/AAAAAAAAB14/lmJ3DpSicJg/s200/25042009277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, left this small cutie here who gonna turn 1year old on this 24 June. Can't wait for our own family celebration. Minus the fact, left BIL &amp;amp; Mama birthday which fall on this August &amp;amp; November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were like about 100+ pictures in BIL lappy but I managed to steal some only. Well, side-tracked, yesterday, I visit Bf's Sister &amp;amp; baby Haziq. Before that, went to Tampines 1 to buy some goodies for Haziq. And, he is so cute &amp;amp; adorable. I can't wait for Brother kids later on. Hahaha. I love babies. And, my Granny is so so so so sick. Its remind me of my Granny Siti few years back when she can never recognised her own kids &amp;amp; grandchild. My family is doing our best to keep Granny well. But she've been whining saying that all her body is pain &amp;amp; she can't take it. Its make me sad to see her suffer. Well, lets just hope Granny get well soon. Insyaallah, Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plan yet &amp;amp; I'm broke. Bf, how to meet you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-74188611549946518?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/74188611549946518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=74188611549946518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/74188611549946518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/74188611549946518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#74188611549946518' title='PICTURES'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sjb7o9UIYiI/AAAAAAAAB1g/jj6VXGXm2lY/s72-c/03042009266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7299257976562887199</id><published>2009-06-15T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:12:42.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER's DAY IS COMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my Dad badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-7299257976562887199?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7299257976562887199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7299257976562887199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7299257976562887199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7299257976562887199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7299257976562887199' title='FATHER&apos;s DAY IS COMING'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4806303798374347193</id><published>2009-06-15T13:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:42:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday night before I went to bed, I have this conversation with my little Ezza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maksu, you tak boleh kiss Uncle Alep tau! (With the pelat voices &amp;amp; she always saw Bf kissing me whenever he sent me right infront of my doorstep, Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH? Why? Why you said like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tak boleh kiss Uncle Alep tau! Maksu belum kahwin ngan Uncle Alep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing non-stop) Abe if Jaja ada Bf, Jaja nak kiss dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She laugh) Nak, macam Maksu &amp;amp; Uncle Alep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And, she still argue with me not to kiss her Uncle Alep again. How sweet &amp;amp; cute can that girl be?? And, after that, she dozed off by saying 'Good night, Maksu' Hahaha. She is so beautiful. Yet, she is so naughty &amp;amp; I can't even dare to bring her out again. But nevertheless, I love you so much, Jaja. Side-tracked, might be visiting Bf Sister later in the evening to visit her new son. I can't wait but takkan nak datang empty-handed kan! After all, my future SIL. Hahaha. Need to do some shopping beofre meeting Haziq later. And, yes swimming pool later at night with the kids. Okay, gtg. Have a happy Monday blues everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4806303798374347193?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4806303798374347193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4806303798374347193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4806303798374347193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4806303798374347193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4806303798374347193' title='MY PRINCESS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8502798913987911907</id><published>2009-06-14T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:13:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SQUARE ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, oh well. Back to square one yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Will be using Livejournal for my private post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8502798913987911907?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8502798913987911907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8502798913987911907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8502798913987911907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8502798913987911907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8502798913987911907' title='BACK TO SQUARE ONE'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1366006164213403180</id><published>2009-06-08T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:14:49.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE IS MY BOYFRIEND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Si0Mh0TDtlI/AAAAAAAAB0o/APcCXyd7vYc/s1600-h/Picture0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344942107872441938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Si0Mh0TDtlI/AAAAAAAAB0o/APcCXyd7vYc/s400/Picture0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just now, we argue whos gonna get rich first when we turn 21th later in life.&lt;br /&gt;And, nothing beat around me when I have the most wonderful Bf ever.&lt;br /&gt;I love you many-many, Beng. &lt;br /&gt;Muah.&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/8140914826782307901-1366006164213403180?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1366006164213403180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1366006164213403180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1366006164213403180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1366006164213403180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1366006164213403180' title='HE IS MY BOYFRIEND.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Si0Mh0TDtlI/AAAAAAAAB0o/APcCXyd7vYc/s72-c/Picture0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6160395497303194461</id><published>2009-06-06T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:24:58.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE YOU FUCKING CORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not try to be nice to me even when your heart said you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom nor my Dad never even once complain,&lt;br /&gt; so I guess you fucking shut up your fucking mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for the rest of my life because you never once regard me.&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, the feelling of hateful of me towards you will always be the same until you died.&lt;br /&gt;PS: SPIT !!!!!!!!&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/8140914826782307901-6160395497303194461?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6160395497303194461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6160395497303194461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6160395497303194461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6160395497303194461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6160395497303194461' title='HATE YOU FUCKING CORE'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6817893215674477352</id><published>2009-06-03T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:16:04.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE HOT THAN TWILIGHT GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiX4hwhYeTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/uPjuhntR6kQ/s1600-h/10868664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342949791789250866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiX4hwhYeTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/uPjuhntR6kQ/s400/10868664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry hor, I can't resist cause theres Eminem in it. Bf also said so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6817893215674477352?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6817893215674477352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6817893215674477352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6817893215674477352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6817893215674477352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6817893215674477352' title='MORE HOT THAN TWILIGHT GUY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiX4hwhYeTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/uPjuhntR6kQ/s72-c/10868664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5586396541377703305</id><published>2009-06-02T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:21:46.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMINEM vs BRUNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqfNuDxqUUg&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/YqfNuDxqUUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys already watch this??&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing the stupid jackass who did something like 69 to Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. And, yes, the Eminem crew just left like that. Urghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiUYJzTGP8I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/OrvhvFRWwPs/s1600-h/pbs3wentworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342703089613160386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiUYJzTGP8I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/OrvhvFRWwPs/s400/pbs3wentworth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiUYR55U6lI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/c_CQpbmpfeY/s1600-h/wayiam_eminem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342703228823071314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiUYR55U6lI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/c_CQpbmpfeY/s400/wayiam_eminem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't you think they look so alike??&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did but Eminem is way too gorgeous. *Melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracked, trip to JB is equal to boring.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Tuesday everyone. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5586396541377703305?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5586396541377703305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5586396541377703305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5586396541377703305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5586396541377703305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5586396541377703305' title='EMINEM vs BRUNO'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiUYJzTGP8I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/OrvhvFRWwPs/s72-c/pbs3wentworth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1688114633049572395</id><published>2009-06-01T11:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:43:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CINCIN TUNANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures from Ain birthday. There were like about 100 plus pictures but I took some only &amp;amp; more on my Facebook &amp;amp; Ain multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the house &amp;amp; off to Malaysia later. Be back before dawn tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I want the ring now lah. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNbVqcNjI/AAAAAAAAB0A/u0GXZnfvacI/s1600-h/DSCF8591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342198715058501170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNbVqcNjI/AAAAAAAAB0A/u0GXZnfvacI/s400/DSCF8591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNruKLcLI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PioD-gDtkTc/s1600-h/n1667424395_258734_8374687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342198996511977650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNruKLcLI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PioD-gDtkTc/s400/n1667424395_258734_8374687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNA7YRbCI/AAAAAAAABzo/6NnPlHMpVDs/s1600-h/DSCF8592.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNMpLgj0BI/AAAAAAAABzg/tqY-dHp-V98/s1600-h/Photo0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197853339242514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNMpLgj0BI/AAAAAAAABzg/tqY-dHp-V98/s400/Photo0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNMo1DSOtI/AAAAAAAABzY/ZOuHPdl8K04/s1600-h/DSCF8551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197847310875346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNMo1DSOtI/AAAAAAAABzY/ZOuHPdl8K04/s400/DSCF8551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNMopTZBsI/AAAAAAAABzQ/K68BQihuPls/s1600-h/DSCF8582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197844157204162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNMopTZBsI/AAAAAAAABzQ/K68BQihuPls/s400/DSCF8582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNBPXNGFI/AAAAAAAABzw/kt_G-5PUezo/s1600-h/DSCF8592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342198266690607186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNBPXNGFI/AAAAAAAABzw/kt_G-5PUezo/s400/DSCF8592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNbckm6DI/AAAAAAAABz4/7BRTD83aylA/s1600-h/DSCF8609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342198716913084466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNbckm6DI/AAAAAAAABz4/7BRTD83aylA/s400/DSCF8609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1688114633049572395?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1688114633049572395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1688114633049572395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1688114633049572395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1688114633049572395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1688114633049572395' title='CINCIN TUNANG'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiNNbVqcNjI/AAAAAAAAB0A/u0GXZnfvacI/s72-c/DSCF8591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1861578487872767716</id><published>2009-05-30T13:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:44:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, first thing first, I wanna confess something. I want to save up my allowance &amp;amp; buy myself a new camera. I'm sick of all the old pictures. I so need a new one. Never mind about all my old pictures in my lappy. And, asking from the people is so meaningless because it fall on deaf ear. And, same goes to the Sister. Semua janji palsu. TSK!!! Okay, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracked, as plan by the boys or should I said Ain's Bf to celebrate Ain 19th at East Coast Park. And, yes, we did, Bf, Dol, Kelip &amp;amp; I came so late &amp;amp; by the time we reach the pit, they have already cut the cake. :( And, don't have me in the picture. Hahaha. And yes, thank you very much because we waited for that someone for like about an hour. Oh, not the boys but someone who we can buy cheaper ciggy. PFFFT! Bf &amp;amp; I had to make our move first as we need to buy Ain birthday present &amp;amp; we meet the 2 boys at interchange &amp;amp; finally make our move at about 10. And, the SBS is not giving us any mercy too &amp;amp; by the time we reach the pit, it was already about 11 something. Bf &amp;amp; I started to barbeque the chicken &amp;amp; others stuff while the rest wah, duduk goyang kaki aje. Hahahaha. Okay, nolah. So, the rest of night was spent watching kelip fishing. And, half way through, Bf, Yan &amp;amp; I slept till the wee morning. Kelip &amp;amp; Dol were babbling rubbish. The rest make their move pretty early &amp;amp; so Bf decided to chill for awhile &amp;amp; start barbecue as early as 8am just now. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So left me, Bf, Dol, kelip, Haikal &amp;amp; Farrah. And, being boys, you can't imagined how their dirty mind is. They were actually urine anywhere on the sand, the grass patch, in the water bottle &amp;amp; best sekali in the dustbins &amp;amp; it goes to Dol. And, yes I can't help burst in laughter &amp;amp; not forgetting about them taking the left over ices in the container &amp;amp; make it like a shower. Hahaha. Yes, &amp;amp; Dol thought of getting his hair shampoooooooooooo. LOLs. So yeah, laugh to all their stupid &amp;amp; unrelated jokes until my stomach hurts soooooo much because of the PMS. Out of so many days, my little red riding hood came in the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make our move at 9 &amp;amp; I can barely walk because of the stupid stomach cramp, that Bf, Kelip &amp;amp; I took the cab home &amp;amp; while the rest take bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today plan was actually to head down to Town to catch a movie with Rashid &amp;amp; Gf again but I still haven't got my allowance. Jangan cakap besok sudah. Alamak. I feel like going to Vivo City but Bf wanted to have sheesha. Alah. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dear Ain, hope you like the present. It was so last minute. (:&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: And, thank you hor Dol for making me hooked to this song. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;Random PS: Okay. Pictures later hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiDLAn4riTI/AAAAAAAABzA/ixGS_EFln8s/s1600-h/1_541490093l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341492369628563762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiDLAn4riTI/AAAAAAAABzA/ixGS_EFln8s/s400/1_541490093l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your touch today. You were so lovely. Knowing that I'm sick, you took care of me without complaining. Eventhough, I scold you a little bit just now, you didn't even scold me back. I so love today. Your so sxy in the shorts &amp;amp; your character today are so different. I so love loving to see you like this everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I love you, Beng. Infinity big hug to YOOOOOOOOOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiDUQJg3foI/AAAAAAAABzI/62qAZ8Co7tc/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341502531958177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiDUQJg3foI/AAAAAAAABzI/62qAZ8Co7tc/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1861578487872767716?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1861578487872767716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1861578487872767716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1861578487872767716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1861578487872767716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1861578487872767716' title=''/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SiDLAn4riTI/AAAAAAAABzA/ixGS_EFln8s/s72-c/1_541490093l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1636691684716316348</id><published>2009-05-28T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:58:11.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sh5Q9QvkaJI/AAAAAAAABy4/9sfz7Gf3X5w/s1600-h/DSCN0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340795221504714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sh5Q9QvkaJI/AAAAAAAABy4/9sfz7Gf3X5w/s400/DSCN0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest girlfriend turn 19th tomorrow &amp;amp; I scare I can't wish her tomorrow since tomorrow will be my busy day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Ain. You know I love you so much eventhough we rarely meet. Happy-happy always &amp;amp; may Allah bless you. Another 1 more year to go &amp;amp; you are no longer in the teen-teen batch. Hahaha. Take care alright &amp; meet you sooooon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1636691684716316348?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1636691684716316348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1636691684716316348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1636691684716316348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1636691684716316348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1636691684716316348' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sh5Q9QvkaJI/AAAAAAAABy4/9sfz7Gf3X5w/s72-c/DSCN0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6695756665710657028</id><published>2009-05-27T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:38:37.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the dearest boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Staying sober is something that I don`t really even have to think about. I just live my life as today, and today I have great friends, a very stable boyfriend, and am very close with my family. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart. I want to grow old with you. I want to share more years to come with you. Just shorten it up, I just want to be with you. But, I'm scare, you know I know. I hate it when out of sudden I think about it. It is so hurt &amp;amp; to think that I just want to forget about everything but I can't. I know it happen when I'm only like 10years old. But it seem that I can't get it off my head. I saw him leaving me &amp;amp; her just like that despite that she call him a few times. He didn't even turn back or turn the last look on us. He left. Left us with nothing. And, each time this incident recall in my mind, how much I want to said that I hate my life. I hate him but I can't bring forward the feeling. I hate it when I have this emotional breakdown. It is so hurt. I want to forget about everything. EVERYTHING!!! I just want you to know that you are my father, my brother, my uncle, my brother-in-law, my cousin, my bestfriend, my girlfriend, my family &amp;amp; my &lt;strong&gt;ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know the whole story of me. And, I wish to share it with you even more eventhough you think that I've been telling you the same story again &amp;amp; again or I repeat it again-again. I know in your eyes, you've never get bored over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything hor eventhough I might be the pain-in-ass girlfriend to you. Hahaha. Nevertheless, I love you so much. Never doubt how I feel towards you. &lt;strong&gt;Our quote: I love you like a fat kids love cakes.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm trying so hard not to hold any grudges or revenge, OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a good girl now but I can't. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my boys under my void decks. Laughing to all their jokes. In the middle of the way, something happen (INSIDE INFO) And, thank God, everything is fine for now. Alhamdulilah. My mind is put at ease &amp;amp; no more heart felt like stone. Thank you hor. I love you guys bely much. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sometimes, I wonder why girls are so bitch???&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I bitch with my Bf only hor. Macam Mak Joyah gitu. 0.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sh0z4wArfGI/AAAAAAAAByw/tzcb32IsI74/s1600-h/U9I10W7T_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340481783184718946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sh0z4wArfGI/AAAAAAAAByw/tzcb32IsI74/s400/U9I10W7T_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw kan, I wanna watch this movie lah because there is Nicole Richie!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6695756665710657028?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6695756665710657028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6695756665710657028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6695756665710657028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6695756665710657028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6695756665710657028' title='A letter to the dearest boyfriend.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sh0z4wArfGI/AAAAAAAAByw/tzcb32IsI74/s72-c/U9I10W7T_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1972537063953389969</id><published>2009-05-26T09:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:05:31.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your heart is my piñata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option. " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Early birdie for me yet again today. My eyes are getting worse. It is so swollen that I can barely open it widely. Cucumber won't do any help either &amp;amp; same goes to the hot water. And, Mama kept on saying don't sleep if not it will get worse. The Bf is such a pain in the ass too. LOLs. So anyway, I'm gonna get another baby in the family. Oh, not me, its Bf actually. Her Sister is in the labour ward now. Got a call from Bf just now saying excitedly &amp;amp; shouting, "Eh, Kak Yana nk beranak." And, I was actually happy. Hahaha. Yeah, I love babies so much &amp;amp; I want my Big Sis to get pregnant again &amp;amp; this time around, I want her to have a babygirl. And, after that, that that's. Hahaha. I just hope everything went smoothly for both Mother &amp;amp; son. Insyaallah. And, Bf, jangan jadi bodoh boleh tak?? Dah masuk labour ward kirakan, nak beranak lah. Nak tunggu besok lagi, buat apa?? Stupid asshole. And, yes, he argue with me that either today or tomorrow will the baby come out despite he telling me that his Sister is already in the labour ward. Pffft! I had a fight with him yesterday night &amp;amp; today we are on a sulking mood. Both will never want to give in. Anyway, Prison Break season 4 is going to show. I know, I'm late. Sister &amp;amp; BIL had already watch the whole season like about 2years ago. Wonder how they get the DVD?? Hahaha. And, Mama said Michael Scofield is cute. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;EH, countdown to someone birthday. Ehem-ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like theres a stone in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And, its getting heavier &amp;amp; heavier each day.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Beng. I miss Beng. I miss Beng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNczmbZmI/AAAAAAAAByo/fDXnO7Epzjg/s1600-h/fighting-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339946940460918370" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNczmbZmI/AAAAAAAAByo/fDXnO7Epzjg/s200/fighting-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcqOs-gI/AAAAAAAAByg/ojOpZXag1Tg/s1600-h/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339946937945487874" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcqOs-gI/AAAAAAAAByg/ojOpZXag1Tg/s200/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcvKGiNI/AAAAAAAAByY/jL0sU7ptIvI/s1600-h/imagine-that-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339946939268368594" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcvKGiNI/AAAAAAAAByY/jL0sU7ptIvI/s200/imagine-that-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcb5hzrI/AAAAAAAAByQ/itXha7j5IcQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339946934098579122" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcb5hzrI/AAAAAAAAByQ/itXha7j5IcQ/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcMdD5ZI/AAAAAAAAByI/WBsZVDHpdc8/s1600-h/ugly_truth_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339946929952646546" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNcMdD5ZI/AAAAAAAAByI/WBsZVDHpdc8/s200/ugly_truth_poster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pretty much my movies, I wanna catch like this coming months. So, Bf better save up your allowance. You promised some of them already, if not I don't let you catch Fighting. Hahahaha. But will catch it beacuse of Canning Tatum which aka John Cena, you always mention. Hahaha. I already watch the preview. Be it in the cinema or in the Internet, I can guarantee you, this movie will be great. I can't wait lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1972537063953389969?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1972537063953389969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1972537063953389969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1972537063953389969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1972537063953389969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1972537063953389969' title='Your heart is my piñata'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShtNczmbZmI/AAAAAAAAByo/fDXnO7Epzjg/s72-c/fighting-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5819395428981201973</id><published>2009-05-25T16:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:56:17.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE HARLOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" When my dad divorced my mom it was kind of like him leaving me also. I just really didn't understand why he wasn't returning my phone calls, or why I couldn't see him whenever I wanted to. That was the most hurtful thing to me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShpXgfQVbGI/AAAAAAAAByA/RwBfrUgsHLI/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339676523858586722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShpXgfQVbGI/AAAAAAAAByA/RwBfrUgsHLI/s400/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up pretty early oh no, early-early in the morning. My head was spining like crazy &amp;amp; Sofia was crying non-stop asking for milk from Mama. And, I saw the clock, it was only 730am. I hate to wake up early in the morning, reason being I have to clean the house, hang the clothers &amp;amp; shower the kids. I hate it so much but never mind cause I know Mama is not that strong to do all this. I was on the Internet at 10am in the morning. Yes, that early cause I have nothing better to do. My eyes is swollen &amp;amp; Mama refrain me from sleeping again. At noon, fetch Effa &amp;amp; Elfie from school. Thank God, theres Bf &amp;amp; kelip, if not haiyo. Hahaha. I meet up Bf for just a little while after that he meet Hardy &amp;amp; the rest at usual place. While me, I'm stuck at home. While not that stuck actually, I need to clean my room, the kids are making a mess of everything. And, Mama ask me to stay home &amp;amp; catch Spider-Man 2 later with her. Hahaha. But, I wanna go out, BIL &amp;amp; Sis is here any minute from work &amp;amp; I don't like if they are at home. Ooooopssss. Never mind, for the sake of Mama, I stay home. Hahaha. Oh, I think I like Nicole Richie now rather than Paris Hiton yeah. Hahaha. I think she is so beautiful &amp;amp; cool. And, Mary Kate Olsen, I love her since I was only like 8years old. Hahaha. And, yes, I still have their boooooooooooooks. (: And, I can't wait to catch Paris My New Bff Season 2. I just watch the preview &amp;amp; I think its gonna be more drama than season 1. &lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, wonder what happen to that Britney???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is bragging in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'am so tired, so tired, so so so so tired already.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone could just lift off my burden.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I can't &amp;amp; you can't.&lt;br /&gt;Bf, I need you. I want to nag at you about this. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5819395428981201973?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5819395428981201973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5819395428981201973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5819395428981201973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5819395428981201973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5819395428981201973' title='HOUSE HARLOW'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShpXgfQVbGI/AAAAAAAAByA/RwBfrUgsHLI/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7748806433307963917</id><published>2009-05-25T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:01:52.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR DIARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;If I could just turn back the times.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too tired &amp;amp; shagged already.&lt;br /&gt;And, if only I could turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-7748806433307963917?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7748806433307963917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7748806433307963917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7748806433307963917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7748806433307963917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7748806433307963917' title='DEAR DIARY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5892138895969483316</id><published>2009-05-23T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:20:39.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL COUNTING BABYBE, ALHAMDULILAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShgRsgbPSQI/AAAAAAAABx4/lDcLFa44hmA/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339036814563821826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShgRsgbPSQI/AAAAAAAABx4/lDcLFa44hmA/s400/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so, my anniversary this month was spent with another couple which has the same anniversary as me. Which is of course, Bf's friend, Rashid &amp;amp; Gf. The plan was actually to meet up with Bf Ite mates but since some make the stupid last minute changed, left with the two of us but since the boys still wanna meet each other, we meet at Plaza Singapura &amp;amp; decided to catch Night at the Museum 2. Well, for us, we definitely can't wait to catch it since we already watch the part 1 but sadly for Rashid. Hahaha. And, so Bf was story-telling to him all the time. Hahaha. Before that, we settle down for dinner at the Kopitiam &amp;amp; had a puff before our movie starts. You guys should really catch it. The movie was super funny &amp;amp; hilarious. I give it 10/10. Serious, no kidding &amp;amp; thats if you already watch the part 1 if not confirm blur sotong. Hahaha. And, never mind that we seat right in front of the screen because it was in full house. But nevertheless, I enjoy so much today. After that, we chill for while &amp;amp; make our move at 10. I love today so much. Reason is, Bf said that I look so different &amp;amp; so beautiful today. (SELUARKU KOYAK DEH) Hahahaha. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 4years 4months, Bengku.&lt;br /&gt;Sayang kamu banget skali deh dan aku mau kawini mu. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy anniversary to all who has the same anniversary with me.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us all. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5892138895969483316?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5892138895969483316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5892138895969483316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5892138895969483316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5892138895969483316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5892138895969483316' title='STILL COUNTING BABYBE, ALHAMDULILAH'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShgRsgbPSQI/AAAAAAAABx4/lDcLFa44hmA/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8114037311053109799</id><published>2009-05-21T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:20:04.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KRIS ALLEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShVU74jrBuI/AAAAAAAABxw/9b8EBPGykXI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338266321088612066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShVU74jrBuI/AAAAAAAABxw/9b8EBPGykXI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Kris Allen won the title. Another reason why I like him is because I don't like Adam Lambert. Ooops. But I was actually liking &amp;amp; support Alison but she was already eliminated. Same goes to Danny Gokey. I wonder how on earth did he get the elimination &amp;amp; be in the bottom 3. Okay, prolly thats all I have to said. Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8114037311053109799?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8114037311053109799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8114037311053109799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8114037311053109799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8114037311053109799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8114037311053109799' title='KRIS ALLEN'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShVU74jrBuI/AAAAAAAABxw/9b8EBPGykXI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-609434185347339961</id><published>2009-05-20T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:32:45.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my shoes, just to see what its like, to be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Unfortunately I am I just hide behind the tears of a clown. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShN2UfIKR4I/AAAAAAAABxg/ICGaKNkjNmw/s1600-h/eminem_all-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337740077689358210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShN2UfIKR4I/AAAAAAAABxg/ICGaKNkjNmw/s400/eminem_all-black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello babies. Well, finally I changed my blogskins today eventhough I love my previous blogskins so much. Oh well, never mind, anyway past few days was spent with the Bf &amp;amp; of course the boys. Yesterday, we had this unplanned fishing trip to Changi Beach Club. Since the boys wanted to try the new spot. Oh yes, the place was much better than Bedok Jetty but the similarity is the sun. I guess we will be going there pretty much every weekend since we caught alot of fish yesterday &amp;amp; one of its is me. I caught 2 fish in total. While Bf &amp;amp; Haikal caught around 3, I guess. So anyway, since tomorrow is school day, Bf has to be back home before 12 so we make our move at 11. While the rest of boys stay put. And, yes, theres this Uncle who sent us to the busstop &amp;amp; yes the way out to the busstop would took us about 8minutes walk. Thank God theres someone. If not, Bf &amp;amp; I would run all the way. Hahahaha. So, reach home at 1145 &amp;amp; off to bed. Today, I'm up so early in the morning. I don't know why on earth. Been on the internet for a couple hours &amp;amp; I have to fetch Effa &amp;amp; Elfie school later. Malas nye aku. Okaylah, never mind, I want to bath if not nanti Mama kept saying cepat lah Maksu nanti lambat ambil Effa &amp;amp; Elfie. And, I hate it cause I know the time already. And, terima kasih lah banyak-banyak yeh. Side-tracked, OMG, if only I have a fat hope wish &amp;amp; thats is to meet Eminem. He is effing hot &amp;amp; I can melt any minute. Hahaha. I want his big poster to hang on my room. I only have the small one. Bf, find for me please? Hehehe. *And, don't say thank you when I say he's effing hot. Bluek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-609434185347339961?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/609434185347339961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=609434185347339961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/609434185347339961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/609434185347339961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#609434185347339961' title='in my shoes, just to see what its like, to be me'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ShN2UfIKR4I/AAAAAAAABxg/ICGaKNkjNmw/s72-c/eminem_all-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4629096775343091445</id><published>2009-05-17T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:17:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE I'M A PRINCESS IN MY HAPPY PILLS EYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the unexpected trip to Pasir Ris beach.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the super pleasant surprise from you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the yummy-yummy cakes which look like a cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the beautiful sexy dress from Sheer Romance from my girls.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the expensive chocolates Ferrero Rocher from my boys.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for wishing me every now &amp;amp; then eventhough its already belated.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything &amp;amp; today &amp;amp; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Boyfriend, I know you didn't plan anything or fork out any $$ but you still hutang me something. You know, I know only. Haha. And, I know how you really mean to make me happy today. I appreaciate it so much &amp;amp; same goes to my sexy happy pills. Thank you for just now. I'm so touched. So so touched. I love you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;And, I love you so much too, Boyfriend. (:&lt;br /&gt;PPS: My sexy babies, Thank you for the birthday cards. I'm touched that I can cry cause we only knew each other barely a year. Hope this friendship stay where it is.&lt;br /&gt;I love you girls so much too. *Blow kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: My families, you guys still hutang me my PASTAMANIA. And Papa, you still hutang me my shopping sprees. So DO NOT FORGET!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Random PS: I can't wait for present from Nadya. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;And another celebration with Bf ITE mates this coming weekend. Insyaallah. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4629096775343091445?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4629096775343091445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4629096775343091445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4629096775343091445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4629096775343091445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4629096775343091445' title='BECAUSE I&apos;M A PRINCESS IN MY HAPPY PILLS EYES'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5512835992023378677</id><published>2009-05-17T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:29:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" We are all of us stars and we all deserve to&lt;br /&gt;twinkle. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sg-EYY6AVYI/AAAAAAAABxY/t5CRdEekK58/s1600-h/ddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336629637994796418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sg-EYY6AVYI/AAAAAAAABxY/t5CRdEekK58/s400/ddddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walk my shoes, just to see&lt;br /&gt;What it's like, to be me&lt;br /&gt;All be you, let's trade shoes&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what I'd be like to&lt;br /&gt;Feel your pain, you feel mine&lt;br /&gt;Go inside each other's mind&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we find&lt;br /&gt;Looking shit through each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes&lt;br /&gt;That fit you, so put em on and wear em&lt;br /&gt;And be yourself man, be proud of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Even if it sounds corny,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful &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/8140914826782307901-5512835992023378677?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5512835992023378677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5512835992023378677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5512835992023378677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5512835992023378677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5512835992023378677' title='BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sg-EYY6AVYI/AAAAAAAABxY/t5CRdEekK58/s72-c/ddddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8712221745035599664</id><published>2009-05-14T08:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:09:25.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M EIGTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sgts3lLYkCI/AAAAAAAABxI/0rlQrvFcbKo/s1600-h/00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335477885678948386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sgts3lLYkCI/AAAAAAAABxI/0rlQrvFcbKo/s400/00.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M EIGHTEEN ALREADY &amp;amp; &lt;br /&gt;ITS FEEL SO GOOOOOOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;And, Happy 26th Birthday, Abang.&lt;br /&gt; I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And, I really hope I will not cry today like any other year cause I'll get too emotional over everything. And, its only mean 1 reason, Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgttDL57uyI/AAAAAAAABxQ/FJ2ikNBAVFo/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335478085053299490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgttDL57uyI/AAAAAAAABxQ/FJ2ikNBAVFo/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check time: its only 904am. And, my dearest Nadya already make my day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the beautiful wish, dear. I love you too babe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8712221745035599664?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8712221745035599664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8712221745035599664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8712221745035599664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8712221745035599664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8712221745035599664' title='I&apos;M EIGTEEN'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sgts3lLYkCI/AAAAAAAABxI/0rlQrvFcbKo/s72-c/00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2176196355125815349</id><published>2009-05-13T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:20:46.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH BUT WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgqOjo40sCI/AAAAAAAABxA/Us85KZ_YFe0/s1600-h/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335233451496091682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgqOjo40sCI/AAAAAAAABxA/Us85KZ_YFe0/s400/jj.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh why, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning &lt;strong&gt;EIGHTEEN&lt;/strong&gt; in about 7hours time.&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/8140914826782307901-2176196355125815349?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2176196355125815349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2176196355125815349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2176196355125815349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2176196355125815349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2176196355125815349' title='OH BUT WHY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgqOjo40sCI/AAAAAAAABxA/Us85KZ_YFe0/s72-c/jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-3632038923065023020</id><published>2009-05-11T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:06:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been on a calendar, but I've never been on time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ranting over something but I don't know what it is. I wanna go on a holiday. I want to be free &amp;amp; enjoy life. Away from stress &amp;amp; not got wasted. I just want to enjoy myself. So anyway, side-tracked my birthday is only 3more days &amp;amp; Mama already booked me for family dinner like usual. LOLs. Okay, anyway the kids are going out to the zoo. Left me &amp;amp; the Grannys again. I want to cook some Maggi before going to bed again. I'm sleeply.&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/8140914826782307901-3632038923065023020?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3632038923065023020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=3632038923065023020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3632038923065023020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3632038923065023020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3632038923065023020' title='I&apos;ve been on a calendar, but I&apos;ve never been on time.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-3260687266682466735</id><published>2009-05-10T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:45:15.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Mother – that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgZaU2krmrI/AAAAAAAABww/1rg7aCtfgWc/s1600-h/DSCF2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334050122960181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgZaU2krmrI/AAAAAAAABww/1rg7aCtfgWc/s400/DSCF2957.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Mothers Day, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You never know how much I love you &amp;amp; how lucky I'am to have such a mother like you.&lt;br /&gt;And, same goes to all Mother in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I want to be a Mother too. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plan yet for today. Everyone is out for work or school. And, I bet I'll be meeting Bf later to do some grocery shopping. And, Mama is making some mango puding. Yummy-yummy. Just woke up &amp;amp; Mama already nag at me to clean my bed. LOLs. Being Mother, they are so supportive. LOLs. Okay bye. Enjoy your day everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-3260687266682466735?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3260687266682466735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=3260687266682466735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3260687266682466735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3260687266682466735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3260687266682466735' title='HAPPY MOTHER DAY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgZaU2krmrI/AAAAAAAABww/1rg7aCtfgWc/s72-c/DSCF2957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6951573681760524967</id><published>2009-05-09T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:14:49.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is just a random post, so mind your own business!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgTxc2AfTcI/AAAAAAAABwo/cET2vMibHVU/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333653336549707202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgTxc2AfTcI/AAAAAAAABwo/cET2vMibHVU/s400/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello babies. I just got back &amp;amp; I need my beauty sleep now. *&lt;strong&gt;YAWNS&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha. Went fishing with Yan, Kelip &amp;amp; Bf yesterday. Yes, only the four of us. I meet my Brother at Changi beach yesterday. Boy, I was so happy to accidentally meet him. I hug him tightly &amp;amp; whisper "I miss you" to his ears. And, he kissed my forehead. I was so happy &amp;amp; no other words can described how I felt at that point of time. I rarely see him since he staying far away from me &amp;amp; another reason is Mama never allowed me to meet him &amp;amp; I was tooooo afraid to meet him &amp;amp; my elder brother. Hahaha. And, my Bf being the brave young men, try to open up a conversation which ended by my Bro saying this, &lt;em&gt;"That time Raya datang rumah Abg Along, malu-malu kucing. Tumbuk baru tahu."&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. And, I get news that my Sister is going back to Singapore &amp;amp; no more California. Insyallah. I will be the happiest girl on earth if Sis has decided to stay put in Spore. Finger-cross. Get some cash from him &amp;amp; he decided to buy me a new handphone on my birthday. Lets just hope he keeps his word. LOLs. Anyway, back to fishing, the boys caught some fish &amp;amp; we dashed for shelter when it is about to rain. Laughing to all those silly jokes. Especially&lt;em&gt; Kelip's bulu ketiak&lt;/em&gt;. LOLs. It would be good if the rest of the boys were to came down but they are way to busy with works or personal life. Oh well. Side-tracked, got to take care of the Grannys. Family is out to Malaysia while the kids are at Big Sis house. I'm tooooo exhausted to even went out. Prolly Bf will spent his evening here with my Grannys. LOLs. Okay, check time 11:09am now. I better sleep or else Bf will nag at me. LOLs. Anyway, it is just a random post, so mind your own business!!!! Night-night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6951573681760524967?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6951573681760524967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6951573681760524967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6951573681760524967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6951573681760524967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6951573681760524967' title='it is just a random post, so mind your own business!!!!'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgTxc2AfTcI/AAAAAAAABwo/cET2vMibHVU/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7371584114466545593</id><published>2009-05-08T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:57:53.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APATHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgPSlkbTGGI/AAAAAAAABwY/WWBYNyECj24/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333337926611966050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgPSlkbTGGI/AAAAAAAABwY/WWBYNyECj24/s400/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;(already). &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I love this guy so much?? I love him so much &amp;amp; no words can express my feeling. Hahaha. Okay, I will stop with my mushy saying. Anyway, the weekend is here. I can jump like crazy. Hahaha. I feel like I'm schooling &amp;amp; working but actually I stay home &amp;amp; babysit the kids. Hahaha. Anyway, I have my gate away later. I'm going fishing with Bf &amp;amp; Kelip later at Changi. Lets hope Kelip won't change the plan at the very last minute. Oh please. So anyway, Mothers Day is just 2 days left. Mama is going to spent her weekend over at Big Sis house. While the 2nd Sister is going to Malaysia tomorrow. While me, I think I'll be meeting Papa for my advanced birthday shopping. Lets just hope Papa give the green light. Hahaha. I just really hope I don't have a boredom weekend this week. Thanks to my sickness, I didn't get the chance to go out since I have the curfew set by Mama. And, countdown to my birthday. And, before I forgot about this. I have an awesome birthday present from Papa. And that is to fly to Jakarta &amp;amp; meet my pen-pal, Nadya. But he cancel it saying about the swine flu. And, yes, thank you so much swine flu for making my plan corrupted. And, the family holiday to Bintan was cancel too. Reason being, the swine flu outbreak again. Why must it be the flu?? Oh cmon. I really need some gate away or something. I don't want to be stuck here in Spore. I'm getting bored here. Wish I could fly to California &amp;amp; visit my Sister &amp;amp; her family back there. I miss them so much &amp;amp; I haven't even meet my new baby nephew, Ryan. Been sweet-talking to Papa but everything fallen on deaf ear. Baik eh. I rant about something which is not important, see I told ya'll. I will rant &amp;amp; rant about things which is bothering in my head. LOLs. Never mind. Oh, Bf calling. I better get ready. Happy weekend babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgPXGiq16UI/AAAAAAAABwg/i0zasnloogk/s1600-h/131220081491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333342891122485570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgPXGiq16UI/AAAAAAAABwg/i0zasnloogk/s320/131220081491.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss my usual boys. I miss heading down to Town with them where we had this unplanned meeting. I miss going fishing with them. Where at first semangat, lepas tu satu-satu tidur. Hahaha. I miss laughing to all their stupid &amp;amp; unnecessary jokes. I miss everything about them. For sure! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-7371584114466545593?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7371584114466545593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7371584114466545593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7371584114466545593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7371584114466545593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7371584114466545593' title='APATHY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgPSlkbTGGI/AAAAAAAABwY/WWBYNyECj24/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4360268349229294451</id><published>2009-05-07T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:20:37.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody loves you when they are about to cum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgJou_FlsKI/AAAAAAAABwQ/tdlmMjA1rRM/s1600-h/n688459207_1508843_5286173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332940065178235042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgJou_FlsKI/AAAAAAAABwQ/tdlmMjA1rRM/s320/n688459207_1508843_5286173.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this emotional breakdown yet again. I hate to feel this way. To feel unsecure &amp;amp; awkward around me. If only I can change all the people mind &amp;amp; put them at ease. Hahaha. And, I hate where people come &amp;amp; go as they pleased with their own life. I don't know why they can change in a split of second not knowing what is right &amp;amp; wrong. Why do I have to be in this kind of state? Pointing finger at me &amp;amp; Bf. Why must it be us? Always us &amp;amp; always us. Mama always remind me that its Okay if people buat you, jangan you buat kat dorang. I mean what she said is true but I'm the kind of person who will not let other people least a stranger to pijak my head. I hate this feeling. Is that what people said puberty life? Hahahaha. Oh well, never mind. My mind will put at rest when Bf came in &amp;amp; nag &amp;amp; brag about this. Will then, I realised how innocent life is. Bf, where you? I need you to nag at me &amp;amp; put some sense in my head. Hahaha. Side-tracked, I have been spending my time with the Bf lately. I mean just the two of us &amp;amp; no playing gooseberry. Hahaha. I hardly spent time with the boys because some of them are changing perhaps. Hahaha. I'am like a primary school kids. But yes, I feel awkward around them lately. But please ease this feeling away. I don't want to lose them like I lose my TMC before. Never mind, theres just another day. Birthday celebration perhaps later. Bf!!! Hahaha. And so, the family is not doing any good to me either. Thank you so much for making me babysit the kids while you guys have fun enjoying your dinner over at Mad Jack yesterday. Thank you so much. And, the father is no good either but better when he ask me what I want for my birthday present. And, I have been rotting at home ever since 2009 came in. I need a fucking jobs. Seriously need one. I'm broke eventhough Papa give me my monthly allowance but the thang is, it is not enough or shall I said will never be enough. LOLs. Hahaha. And so, counting down to me being legal. I don't have the excited feeling like I always have before. Maybe because everybody not noticing it or it is just me. I don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4360268349229294451?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4360268349229294451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4360268349229294451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4360268349229294451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4360268349229294451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4360268349229294451' title='Everybody loves you when they are about to cum.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgJou_FlsKI/AAAAAAAABwQ/tdlmMjA1rRM/s72-c/n688459207_1508843_5286173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1969224709727607252</id><published>2009-05-05T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:01:12.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I AWAY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgBAkNpt8FI/AAAAAAAABvo/agMabfTb3s8/s1600-h/Image03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332332949690773586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgBAkNpt8FI/AAAAAAAABvo/agMabfTb3s8/s320/Image03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello babies. Must be wondering why on earth I haven't even update about a little of life here. Well, basically I know some people who being reading my blog secretly. And, yes without tagging my tagboard. Well its Okay unless you don't go around spreading rumours about me. Basically because my blog is a some kind of a diary to me. I express everything here maybe it worst or the good things I did. I want to rant &amp;amp; rant about something basically about everything but I know by the time I end this entry, everyone must be fallen asleep. So just a quick recap &amp;amp; Bf been saying this to "Tak update blog, gi delete sudah, habis cerita." Hahaha. Yelah, boys &amp;amp; their saying. Was sick for the whole of last weeks. Me being sick is equal to Curfew. Yes, I have curfew &amp;amp; Mama grounded me for the whole of last week. Even meeting up with Bf under my void decks was such a hassle. I lost my appetite &amp;amp; imagined that I lost 3kg in total. Hahaha. So anyway, trip to the doctor is another yet problem. The Chinese being the typical singaporean changing their seats whenever I cough &amp;amp; sneeze. So much for coughing silently yet they treat me like an alien. And, one of the day Papa came to visit see since Mama called him up &amp;amp; said that I have been sick for 5 days. I really don't want him to know that I was so sick if not he will asked me so much question on my life. I had to endure it when he ask me weather I hit any clubs or not. And so much for talking nicely &lt;em&gt;lepas tu jeling tak tentu pasal. &lt;/em&gt;TSK!!! The rest of the day was spent with my botak boy. Boy, you never imagined how you filled up my night. And, the rest was just staying home for me. So thats how I end my April months with May came along &amp;amp; my fever temperature is more worse. Hahaha. But now, I'am better &amp;amp; I just came back from having dinner with the Bf at LJS just now. LOLs. And yes, I'm blesses to have Bf by my side. Guiding me all the way &amp;amp; loving me every minute. So my birthday is just in another 9 more days. EXCITED SO MUCH!!!!!! Hahaha. So Okay, anyway thats my entry for today. I know its nothing interesting. Hahaha. So good night &amp;amp; next entry sonner or later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1969224709727607252?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1969224709727607252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1969224709727607252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1969224709727607252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1969224709727607252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1969224709727607252' title='AM I AWAY?'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SgBAkNpt8FI/AAAAAAAABvo/agMabfTb3s8/s72-c/Image03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4589988459132494259</id><published>2009-04-27T10:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:09:19.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLUBBERS HOOKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SfUVxIxYomI/AAAAAAAABvg/Xco8RoHeCQM/s1600-h/DSCF7687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329189667975242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SfUVxIxYomI/AAAAAAAABvg/Xco8RoHeCQM/s320/DSCF7687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want my Boyfriend to leave so soon. Well, at least when it is already 2010 or something or when I have something to do in life or at least things to occupied my daily needs. So as for me not to be in love sick or worse getting angry over a small things because I'm gonna miss Boyfriend so much or just I said tooo much. Haha. I know, my turn is here now. Haha. Bf is going to serve the country on my 4years 9months anniversary. Count it yourself. Haha. Well, I hope he can extend it to 2010 since that month, he is on school attachment. Well, let just hope for me. I can't bear to let him go, for sure. And, its 7weeks &amp;amp; not the usual 2weeks. Tell me, by far the most is a week, I never meet him because of the OBS thang. Tell me, how can I endure it??? Hahaha. Lets just hope he can deferred it just 1 more time &amp;amp; that that's. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So past weekend was abit draggy for me. Arguments with Papa. So much for being nice to you yet you accused me anyhow. TSK! Last night, prolly the same old thing, I did, lepaking with the boys at stage. While, somehow its was my usual boys. Before that accompany Yan &amp;amp; Az to wash up their girlfriend. Susah uh, ada mataer yang tak tahu mandi sendiri. Hahaha. Home sweet home for me at 10. Back home, baby Ariq came to visit. I was so happy to meet him. He is so chubby &amp;amp; fat. Hahaha. And, since my 1st Sis is here too, I get them a hint for my birthday. Hahaha. Conversation between Sis, BIL &amp;amp; me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me- I'm turning legal soon, birthday present jangan lupa! Tak payah, expensive, belanja me to Hard Rock Cafe pun dah cantik!!! (Smile widely to Sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIL- Apa Hard Rock Cafe? Gua ajak lu pergi Bali, enjoy kt sana, lagi maut. (Sis look at him with a angry look face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- Set uh, lu belanja gue uh. Gue mane ada hasil naik aeroplane semue. (Laugh &amp;amp; Mama chipped in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama- Yelah, nak lapan belas, fikir pasal nak enjoy aje. Nanti balik, mabuk macam Abg ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister- Lets just see how its goes, if I can ask Mama to jaga my boys, I will bring you there. No promise. (Laughing with BIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama- (With the jeling eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I always wanted to go to Hard Rock Cafe ever since I was only 10 years only. And that is because my siblings kept saying that I can't go. And now May is going to chirped in any days, I can act arrogant to them. Hahaha. I know turning legal is no biggie-biggie, but it is a biggie to me. *Hint-hint. Hahaha. Okay, April go now, lets May come in. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Power House on Saturday kan, turn right, about clubs, turn left, about clubs too. Haiyo. Hahaha. Party poppers now. Well, them &amp;amp; not us. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: Well at least, kita tk sibuk kan. Ada orang tu sibuk sangat. Bila sorang, layan kita macam &lt;strong&gt;bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, bila dengan member, tak tengok pun kita.&lt;br /&gt;Random PS: I want to moved to Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4589988459132494259?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4589988459132494259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4589988459132494259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4589988459132494259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4589988459132494259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4589988459132494259' title='CLUBBERS HOOKER'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SfUVxIxYomI/AAAAAAAABvg/Xco8RoHeCQM/s72-c/DSCF7687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-2945888615022476636</id><published>2009-04-25T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:58:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POWER HOUSE TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" The hard part about being a bartender is figuring out who is drunk and who is just stupid. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SfMT50nqHFI/AAAAAAAABvY/ergEIPxatR4/s1600-h/DSCN0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328624668207881298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SfMT50nqHFI/AAAAAAAABvY/ergEIPxatR4/s400/DSCN0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my &lt;strong&gt;happy pills&lt;/strong&gt; now are jumping &amp;amp; dancing like a mad person over at Power House now. Hahahahaha. For the guys, their eyes must be catching all the hot chicks who pass them &amp;amp; my lady must be trying to be so lady-like to attract all the guys there. Hahahahahaha. And, so tell me, Bf &amp;amp; I give it a miss since Bf don't want to enter any club. Chey macam paham kan. Hahaha. And, another reason is, me not &lt;strong&gt;being legal&lt;/strong&gt; yet. PFFFFFT. Hahaha. Okay, anyway, meet up with my lovely A's just now to the flea market over at Clark Quay. It is so suay cause I don't have any cash with me. So, just walk around &amp;amp; admired the things which I can't bought. So much for sweet talking with Papa &amp;amp; end up me being scold by him saying that I need the money cause I wanna go club. PFFFT. So yeah, walk around before bidding them goodbye &amp;amp; we proceed to Airport while the rest to Power House. I wanna go so much. To just sit around &amp;amp; listen to the music but Bf, I UNDERSTAND OKAY. Hehehe. So, Bf &amp;amp; I had a nice quiet time alone at Airport. Roam around T1, T2 &amp;amp; T3 before settling down for Macdonald. I wanted to eat Popeye but both of us were on a tight budget so yeah. Make our move at 9 just now &amp;amp; here I am home sweet home. So past few days was spent with the guys yet again. Whatever it is, it is the same old routine for me. Tomorrow apa plan???? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, good night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-2945888615022476636?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2945888615022476636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=2945888615022476636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2945888615022476636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/2945888615022476636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2945888615022476636' title='POWER HOUSE TODAY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SfMT50nqHFI/AAAAAAAABvY/ergEIPxatR4/s72-c/DSCN0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6276480258499891921</id><published>2009-04-23T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:27:14.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONTHSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" He's just a boy who doesn't know what's right in front of him. And, she's just a girl who never learned to let go. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Se_de8ygfbI/AAAAAAAABvQ/kjocRpGSTLg/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720407986372018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Se_de8ygfbI/AAAAAAAABvQ/kjocRpGSTLg/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 4 years 3 months anniversary, Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast with the happy pills thought of staying home but Ain dear wanted me to lepak. Hahaha. They are the best. Meeting my lovely A's eventhough just for a short while. We need some warm up before we start a conversation. I know how its feel cause I meet them like rarely weeks or two. But they are the best eventhough we never share secrets or talk about boys. Hahaha. Like I say, their accompany &amp;amp; warm hug is better than sharing a secrets. LOLs. How much I love having them as a friends. And, so so so so, everyone knows that Yan has a girlfriend already so thats easier &amp;amp; no more 'terlepas cakap'. Hahaha. Stupid conversation, lame jokes &amp;amp; shouting like a mad guy. Tell me, are they great? And, only me not being 18th yet. PFFFFFFT. Hahaha. Make move at 10 &amp;amp; home sweet home for me. Well, thats it. My life with wonderful people around me. I learn my mistake &amp;amp; thats is Never Ever get close to people you hardly chill with. I learn my mistake already. Inside info. Hahaha. Today plan, prolly chill with the boys like usual or some private time alone with Bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6276480258499891921?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6276480258499891921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6276480258499891921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6276480258499891921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6276480258499891921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6276480258499891921' title='MONTHSARY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Se_de8ygfbI/AAAAAAAABvQ/kjocRpGSTLg/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-520791231388231414</id><published>2009-04-22T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:58:45.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY OH WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" I'm the girl who's too shy to dance in a nightclub — maybe for one song, and then that's it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conversation earlier on with Mama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama nya turn maen computer. Dah maen kan dari tadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekejap jer. 10 more mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cepatlah, kalau ko!!! (Go on nagging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak masak apa hari ne Adek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anythink lah. I'm not going out today, so you better masak sedap-sedap, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak keluar? Habis nanti semue lauk habis. (Laughing till non-stop with the kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have an issue. An issue where, I stay home &amp;amp; I'm sure gonna eat for every like 30minutes. Yes, a big issue. Hahaha. And, Mama will like yelling "Oi, tinggalkan orang belakang sikit". Hahahaha. I'm hungry now &amp;amp; Mama is cooking something for me. Just for me. In case, I finish everything up before dinner is serve later. Hahaha. So, today plan was to stay home &amp;amp; do some spring cleaning. Need to change my bedsheet &amp;amp; all sort of things. Mama been nagging non-stop about the room. My dirty laudry &amp;amp; stuff. And, she forget her stuffs too especially her branded handbag. All over the room. Side-tracked, yesterday evening, I bring my princess out to the new playground at the usual Park. She was so excited that she keep shouting playground when we are in the bus. And, her Uncle Alep too is all excited about her that he never even talk to me. Pffft. Haha. Meet Aidil &amp;amp; Haz before Sister fetch Ezza home, while I chill with the usual boys at the usual place. While, 1 person is missing &amp;amp; that is Yan. All were wondering why he hardly spent his time with us now. Well, both Bf &amp;amp; I were wondering toooooooo. 0.o Hahahaha. Make move at 10 &amp;amp; Big Sis &amp;amp; Bro came by for a while since Ariq is sick &amp;amp; is so cranky. And so, I'm rotting at home now. Bf is at school doing some project work. I get a scolding from him just now since I disturbed him when he is handling some important machine. Hahaha. Hes bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat NOOOOOW. I'am so hungry. Sooooo hungry. Hahaha. Okay, its lame. Staying home for me, never mind, I have the kids to 'layan' me. Bf, be back fast. I miss you. *Muah.&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/8140914826782307901-520791231388231414?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/520791231388231414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=520791231388231414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/520791231388231414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/520791231388231414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#520791231388231414' title='WHY OH WHY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8978902495378148945</id><published>2009-04-21T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:38:41.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have been happening lately that I neglected this blog of mine &amp;amp; plus everyone being such an asshole. So the past week was actually a staying home for me for the past 2days since I'm down with fever, flu &amp;amp; cough. And, in which on the weekend, head down to Bedok Jetty for fishing. It was only Bf, Yan &amp;amp; me since someone changed the plan at about 1145pm. So mush for everything. Alamak, everyone was pissed off especially Bf, I know him too much. Make our move as early as 4am &amp;amp; I get my little Miss PMS as early as that too. Sunday, meet up with the Bf &amp;amp; roamed around Tampines before settling down to Carl's Jr for dinner &amp;amp; late nights dating under my void decks. So yesterday, I meet up with him yet again since he skipped school &amp;amp; off to catch 17 again. Yeah, finally a movie date. Hahaha. The movie was okay even though I find it abit draggy. LOLs. Dinner at KFC before making our way to Dome to meet with Yan &amp;amp; Az. And, not forgetting their new babies tooooo. (INSIDE INFO, INSIDE INFO) make our move at 830 &amp;amp; meet up with them under my void decks. Lepak till 10 something &amp;amp; off me back home while they went to 800plus. And, today, meeting my babylove again. I never get sick or tired meeting him every single day. You read &lt;strong&gt;every single day&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: After thinking of those things, perhaps we should just move on like before. And, be happy for them. Yeah, I think its time for us to be like before &amp;amp; please pass your car soon &amp;amp; after that bike license pulak Okay. Hahaha. Side-track, anniversary is coming &amp;amp; not forgetting Mother's Day &amp;amp; my legal day toooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt; Countdown to it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: I might not be updating that much or worst is, I might be closing this blog soon or I'm moving somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8978902495378148945?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8978902495378148945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8978902495378148945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8978902495378148945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8978902495378148945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8978902495378148945' title='ANOTHER RANDOM'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5758950169292200957</id><published>2009-04-15T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:26:55.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen Gateway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The best smell in the world is that man that you love. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeV1bDQ4cvI/AAAAAAAABu4/0UKBDcAex1Q/s1600-h/DSCF7933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324791242028511986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeV1bDQ4cvI/AAAAAAAABu4/0UKBDcAex1Q/s400/DSCF7933.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Bag a bargain. (I seriously need this once a week)&lt;br /&gt;2- Relive History. (My always favourite subjects)&lt;br /&gt;3- Be a culture vulture. (I love Arts)&lt;br /&gt;4- Treat yourself to ear candy. (Need this so much, after all I never get the chance to meet The Click 5)&lt;br /&gt;5- Host a swap sale. (Hahaha, I'am so outdated)&lt;br /&gt;6- Expand your social circle. (Thats mean, not forgetting old friends too)&lt;br /&gt;7- Escape from the world. (Needs some holiday)&lt;br /&gt;8- Soak up the sun. (Getaway to Sentosa, sun tanning, bikinis &amp;amp; hot six pack guys. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;9- Be all artsy-fartsy. (Yeah, no hobbies perhaps instead of fishing with the boys)&lt;br /&gt;10- Take in the outdoors. (Botanic Garden is heaven)&lt;br /&gt;11- Challenge gaming enthusiasts. (B-Boy game with Bf &amp;amp; I won straight away, HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;12- Catch a movie. (Can I list what movie I wanna catch?? Been months already)&lt;br /&gt;13- Shoot some snaps. (Before shooting, I wanna a new cabby, pretty much fat hope)&lt;br /&gt;14- Have some friendly time. (Always had 1 but now, I want it with my lovely A's)&lt;br /&gt;15- Stretch your muscles. (Do I need 1? Nah, HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;16- Be a better person/girlfriend/friends &amp;amp; daughter. (Need that)&lt;br /&gt;17- Some night &amp;amp; time alone with the Bf. (I think more than that)&lt;br /&gt;18- Whole lots of birthday(wish list) to be given to Papa. (Evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 2nd Sister, congrats for passing your TP yesterday. Thats mean you can drive me anywhere I wanna go. Haha. Fat hope Okay with this kind of lazy bum Sister. Hahaha. And, you are 1 the typical Singaporeans I ever see. Hahaha. Not that, she got herself a free set of Bobbi Brown compact. It is so crazy. I didn't know until Mama told me about it this morning before off for grocery shopping. She even have the cheeks to hide it from me fear that I might be using it. Oh well, and yes, gonna get my hand on some of the compact &amp;amp; lips gloss. *Winks. And, yes, some should go to my makeup bag instead. Some only. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracked, my Bf is in school now. I miss him already &amp;amp; am not meeting him today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeV8A2MGD4I/AAAAAAAABvI/FP1qt4taTvk/s1600-h/6a00d8341c873353ef010535c213cb970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324798488423567234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeV8A2MGD4I/AAAAAAAABvI/FP1qt4taTvk/s320/6a00d8341c873353ef010535c213cb970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeV7gKOmtLI/AAAAAAAABvA/RvAnuogfh80/s1600-h/shopping_beauty_1_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She get exactly like this &amp;amp; I don't know how on earth she get that!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5758950169292200957?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5758950169292200957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5758950169292200957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5758950169292200957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5758950169292200957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5758950169292200957' title='Eighteen Gateway'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeV1bDQ4cvI/AAAAAAAABu4/0UKBDcAex1Q/s72-c/DSCF7933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-985519731337438782</id><published>2009-04-14T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:09:46.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Its another day for you. God picked another petals on your flower, wishing your flowers may bloom for year.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeQkz9sWcVI/AAAAAAAABuw/nJ6jv165A-o/s1600-h/030120091753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324421134611280210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeQkz9sWcVI/AAAAAAAABuw/nJ6jv165A-o/s400/030120091753.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday shout out to Aidil anak Jamal. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Happy being legal, dude. Birthday celebration sooner or later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so side-tracked, left me in the group to be the another 1 legal birthday coming soon which is in another exactly 1 more month to go. Okay, my words are abit hey-wire. Hahaha. Past few days is alright for me &amp;amp; as usual busy with the kids &amp;amp; house.&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm getting tired over the minutes. Miss the chance to meet my baby Ariq yesterday. He must have grown so giant like his Brother. Hahaha. Oh well. Am lost of words actually, so yeah, a long post next time perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with my lovely A's yesterday even though just for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;Ain dear, hope you are okay &amp;amp; doing just fine. If need me, you can just meet me anywhere but with the help from the boys. You should know why. Hahaha. Love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this kind of emotional breakdown or this feeling of grudges towards others. I don't want this thing to keep hunting me even now. I just hope I will get up &amp;amp; forget everything &amp;amp; realise how wonderful life is. But, the thang is, I can't cause I saw it with my own eyes. And, I just want to get closer to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to catch a movies, I want some retail therapy, I want to sit by the beach, I want to shop till I drop, I want to get away for some holiday, I want some time alone &amp;amp; I want them to treat me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you know, I scarified so much for you &amp;amp; the family.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't choose to school nor work, cause you need me.&lt;br /&gt;But did you ever play your part on my behalf, no, you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And, I had to lie to my own Dad &amp;amp; my step-mom.&lt;br /&gt;I look upon Mama if not I would have left all this behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-985519731337438782?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/985519731337438782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=985519731337438782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/985519731337438782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/985519731337438782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#985519731337438782' title='BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUTS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeQkz9sWcVI/AAAAAAAABuw/nJ6jv165A-o/s72-c/030120091753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-334333238261068339</id><published>2009-04-11T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:03:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPOVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCOlbQVyUI/AAAAAAAABuo/w0jmjJETRSM/s1600-h/DSCF7928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411533174524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCOlbQVyUI/AAAAAAAABuo/w0jmjJETRSM/s400/DSCF7928.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy for the past weeks, oh wait, am always busy. Is like I'm schooling &amp;amp; working but actually I just sit around at home &amp;amp; lepaking in the evening. And, all thanks to the little rugrats. So, I had my gate away on Thursday. Haha. Sort of like chalet to Bf place. Sleepover for 2days straight. PS2 with his Sister &amp;amp; BIL &amp;amp; some inside info. Hahaha. Friday, meetup with the guys for lepaking &amp;amp; since the Tampines 1 just opened &amp;amp; like usual being the typical singaporean, we make our virgin trip there. Hahaha. And, people were pushing &amp;amp; even stepping on my foot &amp;amp; I was like cursing &amp;amp; cursing. So, canno't tahan already, make our move at about 830 &amp;amp; just chill at the stage while 1 by 1 turn up. And, poor Azmi, hes sick. Hahaha. So at 11, accompany Bf back home as he need to call his Mom &amp;amp; went down back again to chill with the boys but they already left. Baik per. Hahaha. So, we chill at his void deck &amp;amp; talks &amp;amp; talks &amp;amp; puff a smoke, singing to old song &amp;amp; at 12, make our way back home. By 1am, both of us are already sleeping. And, so yeah sweet dream. Wake up at 8 just now, get ready &amp;amp; off for breakfast. Chill under the void deck for awhile before Bf sent me at noon. Reached home everyone was sleeping &amp;amp; me too, sweet dream for me yet again. Hahaha. Converstaion with Mama after that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pergi chalet ke pergi mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet lah, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tipu! I know you dengan Alep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesti lah dengan dia, abe dengan siapa lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana lah tahu !!! (With a wide smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama really knows how to crack me up eventhough she was abit hard on me when I reached home. LOLs. And, finally, I changed my skins after so long. And, I'm getting bored with Facebook already. How ah?? Hahaha. I miss some girls already especially Nadya Vibestation &amp;amp; to my lovely A's. Plan was actually to head to Marina Barrage &amp;amp; a meetup with the twins but Bf couldn't make it since he's down with fever. Next time, Oh, Aidil's legal day is coming &amp;amp; I'm broke already &amp;amp; not forgetting again, a movie marathon later in the middle of the month. Still, I'm broke. Macam mana ne???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to changed my bedsheet now before Mama return &amp;amp; yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCOlKiXg2I/AAAAAAAABug/_ssM7nokQpw/s1600-h/DSCF7960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411528686732130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCOlKiXg2I/AAAAAAAABug/_ssM7nokQpw/s400/DSCF7960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3Tail2I/AAAAAAAABuI/-1FuF_3Dsuw/s1600-h/DSCF7940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410740795840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3Tail2I/AAAAAAAABuI/-1FuF_3Dsuw/s400/DSCF7940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3Q_qY7I/AAAAAAAABuA/eqN2q63sf88/s1600-h/DSCF7939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410740146234290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3Q_qY7I/AAAAAAAABuA/eqN2q63sf88/s400/DSCF7939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3qNTpPI/AAAAAAAABuY/MkaNPiTFtxY/s1600-h/DSCF7983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410746914350322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3qNTpPI/AAAAAAAABuY/MkaNPiTFtxY/s400/DSCF7983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3sbawiI/AAAAAAAABuQ/XPf-ji8DwlY/s1600-h/DSCF7981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410747510407714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCN3sbawiI/AAAAAAAABuQ/XPf-ji8DwlY/s400/DSCF7981.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Seriously lah kan, ko so mcm the paham, like OMG. It yucks me to see. Ko sape siak, OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-334333238261068339?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/334333238261068339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=334333238261068339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/334333238261068339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/334333238261068339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#334333238261068339' title='SLEEPOVER'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SeCOlbQVyUI/AAAAAAAABuo/w0jmjJETRSM/s72-c/DSCF7928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6676250100982613455</id><published>2009-04-08T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:59:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD LOVE HER MOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to the family of the food posoining.&lt;br /&gt;Its sadden us even more because the family is related to my uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6676250100982613455?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6676250100982613455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6676250100982613455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6676250100982613455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6676250100982613455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6676250100982613455' title='GOD LOVE HER MOST'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1633945257849164895</id><published>2009-04-05T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:14:06.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST NIGHT EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Secrets are meant to be told. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past weeks was really a busy week for me. From babysit the kids to meeting the Bf, lepaking with the happy pills at the usual stage &amp;amp; not forgetting my two adorable kids birthday party at Big Sis house on Friday which follow by 2nd Sis birthday which is on 3rd April. Meeting with Papa &amp;amp; Mummy for allowance yet it will never be enough for me. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday head down to The Bellini Grande over at Clark Quay to support Flair Nations since it was actually the Dance Works 2009 Grand Finals. Best part of all, I get to meet Sherry &amp;amp; all those janji Melayu to meet early or enter by 130pm. And, they won the second prize eventhough we want them to be the champion. So much for all the lembut to won the championship. Pfft! Hahaha. After that, made a move &amp;amp; walk all the way from Clark Quay to Marina Square to have our early dinner &amp;amp; after that Bab &amp;amp; Sherry made a move first. So, we chill at the nearby bench till the sun set. We talk, we laugh, we listen, we curse &amp;amp; we argue. Listen to all the crappy problems from Kak Intan. The advise to all those guys who want to attract girls. Hahaha. It was so fun. And, when we were about to make our move, Kak Bean told us a secret, a secret where no one would never imagined it. We listen to it with all our hearts &amp;amp; never we expect that someone would behave like that. So, prolly just an inside info. I just hope the best for her. Insyaallah. Finally, make our move at about 10, plan was actually to booked in into a hotel but since the rest wanted to go home, so yeah home sweet home. While for me, I train down all the way to Sengkang. Headed back to Sis house since I don't want to sleep alone. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best night with Kak Bean &amp;amp; Kak Intan, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No pictures cause theres no camera. Oh wait, there a picture but it was in Kak Intan &amp;amp; Rabia camera.&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: I want a date with Ain &amp;amp; the twins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1633945257849164895?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1633945257849164895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1633945257849164895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1633945257849164895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1633945257849164895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1633945257849164895' title='BEST NIGHT EVER'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6242057494799165238</id><published>2009-04-02T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:55:17.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SECRETS !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“ Thoughts become things. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdRDAOXnPaI/AAAAAAAABt4/pxCsf8zJKWs/s1600-h/DSCF7930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319950730967596450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdRDAOXnPaI/AAAAAAAABt4/pxCsf8zJKWs/s400/DSCF7930.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate secrets !!! Get that !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am meeting Papa later &amp;amp; gonna do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Saturday, Dancework. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6242057494799165238?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6242057494799165238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6242057494799165238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6242057494799165238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6242057494799165238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6242057494799165238' title='SECRETS !!!'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdRDAOXnPaI/AAAAAAAABt4/pxCsf8zJKWs/s72-c/DSCF7930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5072189057493986239</id><published>2009-04-01T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:26:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL's FOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Some like sunday some like monday, but I like your Birthday. Happy Birthday Kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdNOsePBjeI/AAAAAAAABtw/OLD_DBHKX10/s1600-h/23022009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319682110791978466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdNOsePBjeI/AAAAAAAABtw/OLD_DBHKX10/s400/23022009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little kids here turn 3rd today. Already bought a Hello Kitty cake for my princess, while the prince will get his cake on Friday. Happy birthday. You guys never know how much Maksu love you both sooooo much. Can't wait for Friday, party popper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, next post sooner or later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5072189057493986239?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5072189057493986239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5072189057493986239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5072189057493986239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5072189057493986239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5072189057493986239' title='APRIL&apos;s FOOL'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdNOsePBjeI/AAAAAAAABtw/OLD_DBHKX10/s72-c/23022009(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6382777647107596729</id><published>2009-03-30T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:45:39.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True poets don't write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdB3j_dWJEI/AAAAAAAABto/NWfe8vreKwg/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318882620138202178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdB3j_dWJEI/AAAAAAAABto/NWfe8vreKwg/s400/000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love so many things about you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, its just hard to pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: She is not good in showing&lt;br /&gt;when she is in love, but if she loves you she will be honest to you than any&lt;br /&gt;other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6382777647107596729?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6382777647107596729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6382777647107596729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6382777647107596729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6382777647107596729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6382777647107596729' title='True poets don&apos;t write'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SdB3j_dWJEI/AAAAAAAABto/NWfe8vreKwg/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-385296044509380895</id><published>2009-03-29T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:50:04.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOTLIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sc9R26RQHGI/AAAAAAAABtg/NEYTQTDJKPQ/s1600-h/020320091942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318559688744246370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sc9R26RQHGI/AAAAAAAABtg/NEYTQTDJKPQ/s400/020320091942.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am back home. First time first, called up Bf &amp;amp; am meeting him later.&lt;br /&gt;Happy sekali. Hehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-385296044509380895?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/385296044509380895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=385296044509380895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/385296044509380895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/385296044509380895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#385296044509380895' title='SPOTLIGHT'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sc9R26RQHGI/AAAAAAAABtg/NEYTQTDJKPQ/s72-c/020320091942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8348234952166742046</id><published>2009-03-27T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:48:50.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEANS I MISS YOU IN PHILLIPPINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Namimiss na kita. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will spent the weekend over at Cousin house since Mama have a malay wedding over at West side. I never want to go cause I'm not gonna meet Bf but Mama kept forcing me. I'm so gonna miss Bf &amp;amp; its already if plus the weekend, its gonna be 4days of not meeting him. Haiyo. Lets just hope he will behave himself. And, I might be twittering or shall update some or two on cousin lappy. If that, I'm not busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf, take care, Okay, meet you later on Sunday evening or Monday. I'm gonna miss you. OMG, I behaving like I'm going to overseas which I'm only be staying the weekend over at cousin place. Haha. So paranoid. Take care, I love you so much, Beng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8348234952166742046?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8348234952166742046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8348234952166742046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8348234952166742046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8348234952166742046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8348234952166742046' title='MEANS I MISS YOU IN PHILLIPPINES'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-55691764997613177</id><published>2009-03-26T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:55:20.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HOPE YOU LOVE BIRDS TOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScrbAR76GfI/AAAAAAAABtQ/zRQZb8oKcZI/s1600-h/SANY1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317303107925449202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScrbAR76GfI/AAAAAAAABtQ/zRQZb8oKcZI/s400/SANY1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my little kids here are gonna turn 3rd on April Fools later. Which means Maksu gonna get a big hole in my pockets. Have something on my minds but I have to be FAIR, which means if Ezza gift is expensive, Afiq gift too's. Haiyo. Thought of buying them a toys since Ezza wanted this Baby Alive from Toy R Us, so I guess I'll buying Afiq the toy Cars since he like toys so much. But the Bf of mine wanted to buy them a shoes. He wanted to buy them a sandal but I wanted to buy a Mary Jane shoes for Ezza which I don't have any idea what to get for Afiq later on. Headache just for their present. And, we argue yesterday just for their 3rd birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScraPRVSRNI/AAAAAAAABtA/mbjkL0YwxUk/s1600-h/Capture2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317302265949865170" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScraPRVSRNI/AAAAAAAABtA/mbjkL0YwxUk/s400/Capture2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScraPOTby9I/AAAAAAAABs4/I4sMxjaU_nk/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317302265136794578" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScraPOTby9I/AAAAAAAABs4/I4sMxjaU_nk/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I buy this? Or just follow with Bf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScrftZf4wgI/AAAAAAAABtY/Yv0YWYhb_OI/s1600-h/160320091952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317308281096028674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScrftZf4wgI/AAAAAAAABtY/Yv0YWYhb_OI/s400/160320091952.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-track, one of those day where I get to ride on Bf BIL scrambler. Hahaha. *Inside-info. Yesterday, accompany Bf to play Sepak Takraw with the boys which resulted them asking Haikal gigi to join them since they are short of 1 more person. He really changed &amp;amp; its good to have him lepaking with us back. Guess, I miss the old days. But I'm content with what I have for now. And, oh early birdie today, thanks to Effa Irdina. Been yelling &amp;amp; yelling to her to get ready for schools &amp;amp; she taking her own sweets time. I get the blame!!! Same goes to Granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired already &amp;amp; I should have some rest.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not strong like how you use to know me.&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/8140914826782307901-55691764997613177?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/55691764997613177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=55691764997613177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/55691764997613177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/55691764997613177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#55691764997613177' title='I HOPE YOU LOVE BIRDS TOO'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScrbAR76GfI/AAAAAAAABtQ/zRQZb8oKcZI/s72-c/SANY1449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8006092500970561498</id><published>2009-03-24T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:07:15.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Chocolate is nature’s way of making up for Mondays. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scj13csod8I/AAAAAAAABsY/zOmdKlI9z2A/s1600-h/3177307823_d318aaf9a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316769693055875010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scj13csod8I/AAAAAAAABsY/zOmdKlI9z2A/s320/3177307823_d318aaf9a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bedtime comes, I stuff myself with lots &amp;amp; lots of Ferrero Rochers.  A better start for the night, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;And, nothing beat around me when I have the most wonderful Bf ever.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Beng.&lt;br /&gt;Night babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8006092500970561498?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8006092500970561498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8006092500970561498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8006092500970561498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8006092500970561498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8006092500970561498' title='CHOCOLATES'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scj13csod8I/AAAAAAAABsY/zOmdKlI9z2A/s72-c/3177307823_d318aaf9a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5754157787516539909</id><published>2009-03-23T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:49:54.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS: I LOVE YOU'/><title type='text'>LIFE IS FOR LIVING, IF THERE"S AN ANGEL WATCHING OVER YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" The loneliest woman in the world is a woman without a close woman friend. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbwrecQiXI/AAAAAAAABrI/whGXJCA1mwQ/s1600-h/DSCF7788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201039854078322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbwrecQiXI/AAAAAAAABrI/whGXJCA1mwQ/s320/DSCF7788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work in the morning. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym more often; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbwsAt_uwI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IddHOs1vkTg/s1600-h/DSCF7873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201049055279874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbwsAt_uwI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IddHOs1vkTg/s320/DSCF7873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, whatever you said the night before was all true. I never had a beautiful childhood nor a beautiful house to called my own but I know I have a beautiful &amp;amp; a unforgettable memories of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Happy 4years 2months anniversary, Beng. I love you with all my hearts. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbxQ-DHK9I/AAAAAAAABro/NbpM0t9u3O4/s1600-h/DSCF7861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201683993701330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbxQ-DHK9I/AAAAAAAABro/NbpM0t9u3O4/s320/DSCF7861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbxQWdu7OI/AAAAAAAABrg/quTrBV-PbRA/s1600-h/DSCF7859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201673367940322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbxQWdu7OI/AAAAAAAABrg/quTrBV-PbRA/s320/DSCF7859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbxQCCzXlI/AAAAAAAABrY/dvamsWZwITg/s1600-h/DSCF7858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201667886276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbxQCCzXlI/AAAAAAAABrY/dvamsWZwITg/s320/DSCF7858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scb30tKdMmI/AAAAAAAABsQ/NIq-gXB6odA/s1600-h/DSCF7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316208895006159458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scb30tKdMmI/AAAAAAAABsQ/NIq-gXB6odA/s320/DSCF7891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of true. Eventhough, Bf screwed up my plan. Haha. Am glad he like it. Touching kan, B? Mestilah, first time ape. Haha. Lastly, a kiss for the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbyAoixiBI/AAAAAAAABsA/aUWMJxD2PpM/s1600-h/DSCF7864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316202502854641682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbyAoixiBI/AAAAAAAABsA/aUWMJxD2PpM/s320/DSCF7864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbyABIi2iI/AAAAAAAABr4/zsLJPvn71DI/s1600-h/DSCF7869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316202492275644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbyABIi2iI/AAAAAAAABr4/zsLJPvn71DI/s320/DSCF7869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scbx_Ujp2iI/AAAAAAAABrw/APr2wPc9K0A/s1600-h/DSCF7868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316202480309754402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scbx_Ujp2iI/AAAAAAAABrw/APr2wPc9K0A/s320/DSCF7868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scb30EcsuGI/AAAAAAAABsI/4aPZLCX-X6c/s1600-h/DSCF7881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316208884076820578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Scb30EcsuGI/AAAAAAAABsI/4aPZLCX-X6c/s320/DSCF7881.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures is up on my Facebook later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5754157787516539909?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5754157787516539909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5754157787516539909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5754157787516539909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5754157787516539909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5754157787516539909' title='LIFE IS FOR LIVING, IF THERE&quot;S AN ANGEL WATCHING OVER YOU'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScbwrecQiXI/AAAAAAAABrI/whGXJCA1mwQ/s72-c/DSCF7788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6273196154055649172</id><published>2009-03-19T12:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:56:57.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A TROUBLEMAKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScHI4ZrjHaI/AAAAAAAABq4/pM56PqM9Nx4/s1600-h/DSCF7789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314749906565668258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScHI4ZrjHaI/AAAAAAAABq4/pM56PqM9Nx4/s400/DSCF7789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Yan, I hope you pass your TP today &amp;amp; make us proud &amp;amp; ditched&lt;br /&gt;all those girls who have bastard your relationship. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Oh baik uh, aku nk skola, ko yg tk bagi aku skola ape, abe tu ko ckp mcm gtu. Ko suruh aku duduk rumah, tolong Mama, jaga anak ko.&lt;br /&gt;Bile masa, ko salahkan aku jugak. What the fuck siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScJpI4VNTXI/AAAAAAAABrA/XQo9cHlAQtc/s1600-h/DSCF7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314926111531814258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScJpI4VNTXI/AAAAAAAABrA/XQo9cHlAQtc/s400/DSCF7772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;Congrats, Yan for passing your TP just now.&lt;br /&gt;God, you must us proud &amp;amp; cepat-cepat keluarkan Motor Gang. DOPE UH LO !!!&lt;br /&gt;Girls, stop being a bitch, stop suruh nk antar g skola lah.&lt;br /&gt;Like Yan said, he is not into girls anymore but into BOYS. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cepat keluarkan your spark or whatever your motor is,&lt;br /&gt;while Beng will keluarkan his scrambler. *Hint-hint. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8140914826782307901-6273196154055649172?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6273196154055649172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6273196154055649172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6273196154055649172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6273196154055649172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6273196154055649172' title='I&apos;M A TROUBLEMAKER'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/ScHI4ZrjHaI/AAAAAAAABq4/pM56PqM9Nx4/s72-c/DSCF7789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5097437619666881893</id><published>2009-03-16T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:56:31.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PORTFOLIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb3oEFBs2mI/AAAAAAAABqw/x-uW0xSC5Rs/s1600-h/cw-antm12-london-container_030711-d9cf22-500x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313658292133485154" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb3oEFBs2mI/AAAAAAAABqw/x-uW0xSC5Rs/s320/cw-antm12-london-container_030711-d9cf22-500x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb3oDlXtZxI/AAAAAAAABqo/AxGvqRlxdQI/s1600-h/cw-antm12-fo-container_030581-de6335-500x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313658283635861266" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb3oDlXtZxI/AAAAAAAABqo/AxGvqRlxdQI/s320/cw-antm12-fo-container_030581-de6335-500x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish watching ANTM cycle 12. So into it nowadays &amp;amp; I'am so into Fo, especially her freckles!!! They are a cutie &amp;amp; its so look fine on her &amp;amp; not forgetting her tan skin. Urghh. Hahaha. 2nd runner up for me is London. I just love her new makeover, especially her short, sexy &amp;amp; sleek hair. Turns me on &amp;amp; I feel like cutting mine. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-track, plan was cancel due to raining. Eventhough, we have our free tickets &amp;amp; it will expired on this Thursday. Haiyo, never mind, BIL can get free tickets again next month. Hahaha. Waste &amp;amp; gone. Been feeling so shagged &amp;amp; lazy (read LAZY) lately. I should get a job or something. I can't bear to sit at home &amp;amp; attending to those kids. They are getting on my nerves each time. And, I'm fucking broke. WHATEVER, I need to smoke now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 March today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Nineteen Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt; xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5097437619666881893?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5097437619666881893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5097437619666881893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5097437619666881893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5097437619666881893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5097437619666881893' title='PORTFOLIO'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb3oEFBs2mI/AAAAAAAABqw/x-uW0xSC5Rs/s72-c/cw-antm12-london-container_030711-d9cf22-500x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5462623359925690999</id><published>2009-03-15T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:59:03.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy 19th Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFRIEND, post is actually for Bf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" When God made you, He was having a good day! Cause your so special, so kindhearted &amp;amp; that its difficult to tell in words... Happy Birthday, Dearest "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb0eU9ByRkI/AAAAAAAABqg/bUilav2AS3Q/s1600-h/%25E2%2599%25A5%2B%2Byou%2Bso%2Bmuch%2B(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313436480695322178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb0eU9ByRkI/AAAAAAAABqg/bUilav2AS3Q/s400/%25E2%2599%25A5%2B%2Byou%2Bso%2Bmuch%2B(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 March 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This little boy of mine turn Nineteen today.(Even though, am early by 30Min's)&lt;br /&gt;Another years for you &amp;amp; yet another year for me to celebrate this wonderful day with you.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you in everything you do. And, may you pass your car license sooooon, so you can be my chauffeur for the rest of your life. (HAHAHAHAHA) May you will always be happy with people surround you &amp;amp; especially me, your sexy Gf. (HAHAHAHAHA AGAIN) And, if your weak outside, PLEASE (read please) don't be weak inside. Hahaha. Oh, reminiscing the fate, I known you when your only 15years young. Hahaha. The highschools Zac Efron. And, me, Vanessa Hudgen but of course. Hahaha. And, you are now in your so matured level &amp;amp; can even datang minang me already. LOLs. Okay, I'm talking craps. Hope you like everything just now EVEN THOUGH YOU SCREWED UP MY PLAN !!! Hahaha. From the karaoke, to the surprised Famous Amos brownies, dinner at Marina Food court, to lepaking at Marina Steps &amp;amp; not forgotten for you being the photographer. Grin. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Nineteen Dear Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so so so so so so much. (Only God knows how much)&lt;br /&gt;It may be just a small brownies cake, but it sincerely come from the bottom of my heart, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the one whom I deeply in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Oh, sorry, I had to lie to you for a few times.(Its SO HARD OKAY!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pictures is up later when I get them from Ain's multiply.&lt;br /&gt;Date tomorrow for the two of us, Spore flyers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Till then Good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5462623359925690999?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5462623359925690999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5462623359925690999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5462623359925690999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5462623359925690999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5462623359925690999' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFRIEND, post is actually for Bf.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sb0eU9ByRkI/AAAAAAAABqg/bUilav2AS3Q/s72-c/%25E2%2599%25A5%2B%2Byou%2Bso%2Bmuch%2B(13).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4913491771874562174</id><published>2009-03-14T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:41:22.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EZZA HAZIQAH aka JAJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" I have three nephews and a three nieces altogether, so I have plenty of kids that I can spend time with. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRHa5PMNI/AAAAAAAABpg/fPrelOoyxzU/s1600-h/SANY1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312999742078136530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRHa5PMNI/AAAAAAAABpg/fPrelOoyxzU/s320/SANY1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRGSSxT_I/AAAAAAAABpY/cp957sQhiak/s1600-h/SANY1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312999722589442034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRGSSxT_I/AAAAAAAABpY/cp957sQhiak/s320/SANY1631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRRcQyxuI/AAAAAAAABpw/CGXDGC7CNOg/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312999914244064994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRRcQyxuI/AAAAAAAABpw/CGXDGC7CNOg/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRRPlfQOI/AAAAAAAABpo/tX_HZnXC1tM/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312999910841204962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRRPlfQOI/AAAAAAAABpo/tX_HZnXC1tM/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSRezBZBI/AAAAAAAABqQ/ALGT9tRYqu0/s1600-h/SANY1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313001014436127762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSRezBZBI/AAAAAAAABqQ/ALGT9tRYqu0/s320/SANY1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSQzl_suI/AAAAAAAABqI/8BHI1Ru8L5U/s1600-h/SANY0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313001002838766306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSQzl_suI/AAAAAAAABqI/8BHI1Ru8L5U/s320/SANY0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSQzQLi3I/AAAAAAAABqA/njBH1y8HME0/s1600-h/SANY0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313001002747267954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSQzQLi3I/AAAAAAAABqA/njBH1y8HME0/s320/SANY0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSQWsYOmI/AAAAAAAABp4/gdJ0iF6oTPk/s1600-h/SANY0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313000995080911458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSQWsYOmI/AAAAAAAABp4/gdJ0iF6oTPk/s320/SANY0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little honey bunny strawberry &amp;amp; the chocolate sticky chewy with cherries on top beef lasagne aka 'my' bantal busuk uncle Alep favourite 'wheres your armpits' the oh so alike Paris Hitlon &amp;amp; Nicole Richie the hitting town with Maksu gang the favourite Mango ice blended the Mad jack fighting food &amp;amp; night fall argue over who get the bantal busuk first &amp;amp; the late night toilet walk at home the home-coming aka run to Maksu the Goodnight wishes &amp;amp; the smile on her face brighten up my early morning everyday eventhough late night before had a big fight with Bf. My princess, my cupid, my bitch feast (I can bitch anything to her &amp;amp; she will just listen), the bestfriend I ever had (Cause she will not backstep me, O.o) my little angel of heaven (Eventhoug, I never GIVE BIRTH to her) my all time favourite things &amp;amp; last but not least my beautiful niece, Ezza Haziqah aka Jaja or Uncle Alep favourite baby &amp;amp; (sungguh perasaan) Uncle Yan daughter. Hahaha. I'am so close to her eventhough I have like about 7 nieces altogether. Haiyo. Worse still, I can't live without her, even a day I never meet her, I can go insane. Hahaha. Whatever it is, I love you so much, Jaja. Be a good damn girl, Okay princess. Countdown to your 3rd birthday which falls this April Fool. Present is on your way. Hahaha. Okay, I should stop now, scared Bf get jealous. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSbcowwEI/AAAAAAAABqY/DEzvTChYRm4/s1600-h/DSCF7778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313001185654915138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuSbcowwEI/AAAAAAAABqY/DEzvTChYRm4/s320/DSCF7778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, credits goes to your beautiful, adorable Maksu right?&lt;br /&gt;And, don't ever be like your Kakak Effa, if not my love will turn to Eva pulak.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay. My love for them is equal !!!&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/8140914826782307901-4913491771874562174?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4913491771874562174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4913491771874562174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4913491771874562174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4913491771874562174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4913491771874562174' title='EZZA HAZIQAH aka JAJA'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbuRHa5PMNI/AAAAAAAABpg/fPrelOoyxzU/s72-c/SANY1652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4706991694583989590</id><published>2009-03-13T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:25:39.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>il mio ragazzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbnQ5pCu6uI/AAAAAAAABpQ/dq836MNUKxc/s1600-h/Love_is___by_coma_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312506924148648674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbnQ5pCu6uI/AAAAAAAABpQ/dq836MNUKxc/s320/Love_is___by_coma_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing later with the boys. Haiyo, I'm broke now. Hope I get some allowance from Papa this coming Sunday. Happening babe. Hahaha. Bf advanced birthday celebration. Hope everything went smoothly. Insyaallah. And, Thank God Its (already) Friday. This week is so draggy for me, I think its because I never went out for the past 2 days. Hahaha. Oh, Mama is cooking some spahetti. Yummy-yummy. Can't wait to open my mouth &amp;amp; chew it. Hahaha. Okay lame, I know. Next post Monday perhaps. Have a lovely weekend. Bf, hope you are excited as much as I'am right now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il mio ragazzo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&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/8140914826782307901-4706991694583989590?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4706991694583989590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4706991694583989590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4706991694583989590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4706991694583989590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4706991694583989590' title='il mio ragazzo'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbnQ5pCu6uI/AAAAAAAABpQ/dq836MNUKxc/s72-c/Love_is___by_coma_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8231892681581801099</id><published>2009-03-12T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:21:52.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUPCAKES &amp; MORE CUPCAKES PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Having a dream is what keeps you alive. Overcoming the challenges make life worth living "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbiiCNB62oI/AAAAAAAABo4/_sgpQAmQBFs/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312173919224650370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbiiCNB62oI/AAAAAAAABo4/_sgpQAmQBFs/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama bought back some cupcakes just now from Elfie's school. I was so excited that she handed me all the 10 cupcakes to me. Imagined 10 cupcakes. Hahaha. It was actually a leftover from Elfie's friend, Nigel 4th birthday. And, Mama get all the leftover since the rest don't want it. Bodoh nya. Hahaha. And, now its my six cupcakes, I eaten already &amp;amp; thanks to Sis who already back home &amp;amp; ask for the rest. Sibuk jer. Hahaha. Been long, I never update my blog. I just don't have the urge to even post anything. So yeah. Am meeting Bf later. Finally, dapat jumpa after 2days of not meeting. And oh, countdown to Bf birthday. Hope everything went well. Yan, if you happen to read this, plan lah pelan-pelan Okay. Anything, I will beep you. Hint-hint ajelah. It is so hard to lie to Bf. Oooopss. Hahaha. And, to Ain, be brave Okay since your Bf masuk NS. I never really see your soft side. LOLs. Hahaha. Meetup soon again. Please make yourself free on Sunday. Oh please. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbioiASWoVI/AAAAAAAABpI/X4jMGfr0ob4/s1600-h/cupcakes_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312181062629499218" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbioiASWoVI/AAAAAAAABpI/X4jMGfr0ob4/s320/cupcakes_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sbinxw3-SVI/AAAAAAAABpA/q6GMrTm55Yw/s1600-h/cupcakes_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312180233858599250" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sbinxw3-SVI/AAAAAAAABpA/q6GMrTm55Yw/s320/cupcakes_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't this cupcakes so heaven?! Sexy 18th please. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh tk malu !!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8231892681581801099?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8231892681581801099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8231892681581801099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8231892681581801099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8231892681581801099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8231892681581801099' title='CUPCAKES &amp; MORE CUPCAKES PLEASE'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbiiCNB62oI/AAAAAAAABo4/_sgpQAmQBFs/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8693612505787609544</id><published>2009-03-10T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:03:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS TIME TO HEAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Today I will cry like never after, but tomorrow my laughter will be heard like never before. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbXXYmYQAeI/AAAAAAAABow/7qjSDAnILpE/s1600-h/23022009(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311388153172460002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbXXYmYQAeI/AAAAAAAABow/7qjSDAnILpE/s400/23022009(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys see you as being a thinker and a careful person. They will be really attracted to this quality in you, but you need to learn to speak your mind, otherwise people will find you too shy and quiet. Learn to relax and lighten up--it's okay to have fun sometimes. When you learn to develop your fun-loving side, guys are going to flock to your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracked, Bf birthday is in six more days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8693612505787609544?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8693612505787609544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8693612505787609544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8693612505787609544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8693612505787609544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8693612505787609544' title='ITS TIME TO HEAL'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbXXYmYQAeI/AAAAAAAABow/7qjSDAnILpE/s72-c/23022009(018).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-902329642995045173</id><published>2009-03-08T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:26:05.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIL BILLY WILLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;" 1+1=2. I love you. You love me too. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbPUXuRu-LI/AAAAAAAABoo/SVWqx22jhPg/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821889624438962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbPUXuRu-LI/AAAAAAAABoo/SVWqx22jhPg/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIL is silly. Whatever. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Will update someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy + hungry + stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-902329642995045173?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/902329642995045173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=902329642995045173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/902329642995045173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/902329642995045173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#902329642995045173' title='BIL BILLY WILLY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SbPUXuRu-LI/AAAAAAAABoo/SVWqx22jhPg/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8724533405177993143</id><published>2009-03-05T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:48:16.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" When I see you, I saw Love. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sa9Jy3-kxTI/AAAAAAAABog/lhKAfPYyJQU/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309543624061797682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sa9Jy3-kxTI/AAAAAAAABog/lhKAfPYyJQU/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really want to upload all the pictures of Sheesha but it took alot of time. Perhaps next time. Oh yeah, get away during the weekend again. Had to take care of baby Ariq. And, the Bf is busy too with the family. Its late lunch cum early dinner with the Bf later. Gonna head down to Town for some small shopping yet again. Hahaha. And, some time alone. I need to do some small cleaning before fetching Effa from school &amp;amp; meeting Bf at 1 later. Confirm lambat. Hahaha. Okay, till here. Have a wonderful day people. Might be updating later on Monday. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures is up at Ain's multiply. Go view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//pokeywaksiol.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8724533405177993143?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8724533405177993143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8724533405177993143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8724533405177993143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8724533405177993143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8724533405177993143' title='LONG WEEKEND'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/Sa9Jy3-kxTI/AAAAAAAABog/lhKAfPYyJQU/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8562546597828524652</id><published>2009-03-03T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:28:04.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNPLANNED, BUGIS &amp; SHEESHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaywhoxXd9I/AAAAAAAABno/Fj82dixMqSY/s1600-h/DSCF7762-picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308812152689620946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaywhoxXd9I/AAAAAAAABno/Fj82dixMqSY/s400/DSCF7762-picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaywhMDwsEI/AAAAAAAABng/9m1vVb-e-a8/s1600-h/DSCF7701-picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308812144982143042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaywhMDwsEI/AAAAAAAABng/9m1vVb-e-a8/s400/DSCF7701-picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about yesterday &amp;amp; more photos of the happy pills.&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned meet up, roam around Bugis &amp;amp; late night sheesha. Nothing beat around them. Plan something for Beng birthday !!! 14 more days !!! *Hint-hint. Am outside now, accompany Beng cabut school. Had Mac for breakfast &amp;amp; now at the IT center. LOLs. Okay, off now. Baby Ariq coming over later in the evening. YEAH !!!&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/8140914826782307901-8562546597828524652?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8562546597828524652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8562546597828524652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8562546597828524652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8562546597828524652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8562546597828524652' title='UNPLANNED, BUGIS &amp; SHEESHA'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaywhoxXd9I/AAAAAAAABno/Fj82dixMqSY/s72-c/DSCF7762-picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7294902408490019092</id><published>2009-03-02T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:39:38.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" By the time you're eighty years old you've learned everything. You only have to remember it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf birthday is coming &amp;amp; its like another fourteen more days for him being nineteen. I have yet to buy him any present or things but I have something on my mind. I can't go on any further cause he will read my blog.  LOLs. Off to Bugis later in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-7294902408490019092?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7294902408490019092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7294902408490019092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7294902408490019092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7294902408490019092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7294902408490019092' title='CHOOSE'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-9125863652888692906</id><published>2009-03-01T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:37:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR PRESENCE STILL LINGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Your presence in my life brings wonderful smiles and loving thoughts within my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining outside &amp;amp; I just got back from shopping mania with Papa &amp;amp; Mummy. Mama is sick &amp;amp; the kids are getting on my nerves. Sis is too. I miss big Sis &amp;amp; Ariq. Bf is out with the boys, fishing at Bedok Jetty. I had to give it a skip since I had to take care of the house. And now, menses cramp again for the past 3days. Killing me &amp;amp; pain-killer won't do any good. Was out to Giant with Papa, as usual. Tidbits &amp;amp; more tidbits. Chocolate &amp;amp; ice-cream !!! After that, head down to Tampines Mall. Shopping like hell even though it was only at TM. Since, I was having this stupid PMS &amp;amp; cramps, I didn't eat anything even though Mummy ask me weather I want to eat Swensens, Pizza Hut or Haagan Dazs for dessert. I have to said NO ! All the yummy licious food !! Urgggh. Whenever, I think of foods, I will stomach pain. Haiyo. LOLs. Bought some blouse &amp;amp; shorts. And, of course, Maybelline make-up. Hahaha. Had some talks with Papa, that I want to go to Jakarta. And, he said he will look first &amp;amp; see if Mummy can have a long holiday during June. Yeah, I was grinning all the way. At least, I can meet with Nad's &amp;amp; not forgetting visit both my grandparents grave there. Finger-cross, Papa make it happen. Hahaha. Okay, spring cleaning my room since I'm not going out today. Oh, I miss Bf. Eventhough, I meet him like almost 24/7 but yes, I miss him. Bf, I want that Victoria Secret perfumes. Can? Till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-9125863652888692906?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/9125863652888692906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=9125863652888692906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/9125863652888692906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/9125863652888692906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#9125863652888692906' title='YOUR PRESENCE STILL LINGERS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6050192172773918704</id><published>2009-02-26T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:31:24.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" The more I know you, the more I love you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We fight, we argue, we laugh, we cry, we break up &amp;amp; we patch up.&lt;br /&gt;And, on top it all, never I have the feeling of letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;Eight letters, three words &amp;amp; one meaning,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU (SO MUCH).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-6050192172773918704?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6050192172773918704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6050192172773918704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6050192172773918704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6050192172773918704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6050192172773918704' title='ALIF'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5669855777116535927</id><published>2009-02-24T21:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:17:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGE HEAVY &amp; STORYTELLING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" A baby is sunshine and moonbeams and more brightening your world as never before. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP6RHBAh5I/AAAAAAAABmA/IkpGILk96dw/s1600-h/24022009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306359957820573586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP6RHBAh5I/AAAAAAAABmA/IkpGILk96dw/s320/24022009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP6RPDtX_I/AAAAAAAABlw/xyOMqTyscdc/s1600-h/24022009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306359959979384818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP6RPDtX_I/AAAAAAAABlw/xyOMqTyscdc/s320/24022009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohammad Ariq bin Mohd Khidir. Isn't he adorable &amp;amp; look like Chinese? Hahaha. Okay, my great-grandmother is Chinese. LOLs. He is so cute &amp;amp; he weigh 3.79kg. Theres only a little picture of Ariq cause I don't have any camera &amp;amp; BIL only took videos of him. I'm going to meet him again later tomorrow, to cuddle him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP6RJSa2nI/AAAAAAAABl4/iYyZ8lRDfj4/s1600-h/24022009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306359958430472818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP6RJSa2nI/AAAAAAAABl4/iYyZ8lRDfj4/s320/24022009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Sis. Poor her, she has to go through the operation &amp;amp; she cried before she was sent off. I'm so sad for her cause she is my dear sister. Nevertheless, I know she all excited for baby Ariq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8vXMpXKI/AAAAAAAABnQ/TxJ9umuqkJA/s1600-h/23022009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362676583685282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8vXMpXKI/AAAAAAAABnQ/TxJ9umuqkJA/s320/23022009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP7YpV0NDI/AAAAAAAABmo/A8SqiYdkBQw/s1600-h/23022009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361186805363762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP7YpV0NDI/AAAAAAAABmo/A8SqiYdkBQw/s320/23022009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP7YGxLF6I/AAAAAAAABmg/mml3ubxgiKI/s1600-h/23022009(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361177524869026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP7YGxLF6I/AAAAAAAABmg/mml3ubxgiKI/s320/23022009(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP64Y36RHI/AAAAAAAABmY/49giGLvZMEQ/s1600-h/23022009(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360632629150834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP64Y36RHI/AAAAAAAABmY/49giGLvZMEQ/s320/23022009(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP64P5C4eI/AAAAAAAABmQ/GEmO2691y9k/s1600-h/23022009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360630217990626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP64P5C4eI/AAAAAAAABmQ/GEmO2691y9k/s320/23022009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP635Kg7RI/AAAAAAAABmI/oWKqAG3ukBU/s1600-h/23022009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306360624117247250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP635Kg7RI/AAAAAAAABmI/oWKqAG3ukBU/s320/23022009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two April's fool baby. While BIL &amp;amp; Sis in the operation, we had some cam-whore.&lt;br /&gt;Even we get scolded by the nurse there. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8VsBsl9I/AAAAAAAABnI/zpj__HbVuHw/s1600-h/23022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362235498305490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8VsBsl9I/AAAAAAAABnI/zpj__HbVuHw/s320/23022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8VoSP-vI/AAAAAAAABnA/JmTQI7NLq_c/s1600-h/23022009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362234493991666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8VoSP-vI/AAAAAAAABnA/JmTQI7NLq_c/s320/23022009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is when we are busy watching the Oscars while waiting for afternoon to came by &amp;amp; Sis had to go to the operation room. BIL had witness the operation going on, with the " injection &amp;amp; when the doctor shout, &lt;em&gt;" Okay, sekarang, koyakkan. " &lt;/em&gt;OMG !!! BIL was only storytelling to me &amp;amp; I had butterflies in my tummy. Can't imagined myself going through all that, only a brave woman like Sis will do. Side-track, BIL told me that he saw all Sis private part. Imagined your uterus, your fallopian tubes &amp;amp; your womb, your husband can see it. Only one in a million can get see through the inside. Cool kan !!! Hahaha. But its so scary. Haiyo !!! Alamak, I can still imagined what BIL told me yesterday. Alamak. Serious lah !!! Hahaha. After safely give birth, Sis &amp;amp; baby was just fine &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah &lt;/em&gt;everything went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8vpx1ZPI/AAAAAAAABnY/xuhQ5aX7oFM/s1600-h/24022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306362681571501298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP8vpx1ZPI/AAAAAAAABnY/xuhQ5aX7oFM/s320/24022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, Maksu get a new baby again &amp;amp; again.&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ne, siapa pulak ???!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5669855777116535927?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5669855777116535927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5669855777116535927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5669855777116535927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5669855777116535927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5669855777116535927' title='IMAGE HEAVY &amp; STORYTELLING'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SaP6RHBAh5I/AAAAAAAABmA/IkpGILk96dw/s72-c/24022009(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1700165475519604385</id><published>2009-02-23T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:36:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY JOY &amp; MONTHSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" At times, I love the way you are to me, the way you kiss my forehead, the way you make me so special in your life but at times, I don't like the way you treat me when we having times with the happy pills, its sad me. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sis has safely give birth to her second prince just now at 1:40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Muhammad Ariq bin Muhammad Khidir.&lt;br /&gt;23th February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Will post picture of the lil prince of mine when I get them from BIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 49TH MONTHSARY, SAAAAAYAAAANG.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVENTHOUGH WE ARGUE LIKE ALMOST EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;More to comes in another months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post some entry of what happen during Sis in the operation room. Its fucking scary. And, more pictures of my two April's baby &amp;amp; me when we are bored. Thanks to Bf &amp;amp; friends for coming down just now. Till then, wait for my next post !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I cried &amp;amp; kiss Sister many times. Because I was so happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;ARIQ, COME BACK SOON, MAKSU WILL CUDDLE YOU LIKE CRAZY. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: Happy Monthsary to my two beautiful ladies. You ought to know who you are. Hugs. :) &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/8140914826782307901-1700165475519604385?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1700165475519604385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1700165475519604385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1700165475519604385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1700165475519604385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1700165475519604385' title='BABY JOY &amp; MONTHSARY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-3849970570936887333</id><published>2009-02-22T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:11:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG SIS IS GOING TO GIVE BIRTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" The things that people in love do to each other they remember, and if they stay together it's not because they forget, it's because they forgive. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah&lt;/em&gt;, Nenek is fine now. Inside info cause I prefer it this way. Yesterday, was spent at Big Sis house. Helping her to rub her feet cause her feet is like Mama already. So big &amp;amp; swollen. LOLs. And, today, am meeting Bf &amp;amp; head down to Town with my favourite girls, Ezza. Bf is doing some shopping for himself. Pretty rad. I'm going to spent my night later at Big Sis house again &amp;amp; later tomorrow morning head down to East Shore hospital since Sis is going to give birth. And, Maksu had to jaga this Afiq Danny whos going to have a baby brother any time soon tomorrow. I pray hard, insyaallah, everything went smoothly. Another bundle of joy in my family. Korang tk penat eh, asyik pregnant je !!. LOLs. Lets round out all my nieces &amp;amp; nephews. In Singapore, total, I have ten of them &amp;amp; back in California, total, I have seven of them. RAD !!! Thats include my siblings on my Papa side. Oh boy, what a big family, I have. And, not forgetting, those back in Indonesia. *Head spins. Okay, I will never stop when I mention about my family tree. *Nadya, I still own you my family tree. LOLs. I'm off to get ready now. Am meeting Bf at 2 later, confirm lambat. Till then, take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Stay tuned for my little nephew tomorrow morning. &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/8140914826782307901-3849970570936887333?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3849970570936887333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=3849970570936887333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3849970570936887333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3849970570936887333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3849970570936887333' title='BIG SIS IS GOING TO GIVE BIRTH'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-5437933823684395009</id><published>2009-02-20T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:21:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Love means making the other happy, even from a distance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away during the weekend !!!&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard, Nenek is alright and my big Sis to give birth at any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;BoyFriend, take care of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna miss you. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-5437933823684395009?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5437933823684395009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=5437933823684395009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5437933823684395009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/5437933823684395009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5437933823684395009' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7252408007919463196</id><published>2009-02-19T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:03:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZzL0RoNwrI/AAAAAAAABlI/OPRXbAzSITQ/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304338560081314482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZzL0RoNwrI/AAAAAAAABlI/OPRXbAzSITQ/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-7252408007919463196?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7252408007919463196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7252408007919463196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7252408007919463196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7252408007919463196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7252408007919463196' title='SPACE'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZzL0RoNwrI/AAAAAAAABlI/OPRXbAzSITQ/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-1344868185538300492</id><published>2009-02-16T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:37:17.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE SPECIAL GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change. I will always keep falling in love with you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZkFsy7IwwI/AAAAAAAABk4/thSaX7q_yFI/s1600-h/131220081445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303276303347663618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZkFsy7IwwI/AAAAAAAABk4/thSaX7q_yFI/s400/131220081445.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name That One "Special" Guy And Answer 40 Questions About them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) What is his name?&lt;br /&gt;Alif bin Khamis.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Is he your best friend / crush / boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend &amp;amp; Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;(3) How long have you known him?&lt;br /&gt;Since highschools.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Does he go to your school?&lt;br /&gt;You bet, highschools.&lt;br /&gt;(5) Has he dated any of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;(6) Have you ever lied to him?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes, a white lie only.&lt;br /&gt;(7 ) Do you even talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;I talk to him almost 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;(8) Can you imagine life without him?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;(9) Would you ever punch his face?&lt;br /&gt;If he did something wrong, yes, I would. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;(10) Have you gone places with him?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;(11) Would you save him from a house on fire?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes, if I'm strong enough to drag him out.&lt;br /&gt;(12) Does he have a favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.&lt;br /&gt;(13) What's a favorite memory you've had with him?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday with him is my favourite memory.&lt;br /&gt;(14 ) Do you know how much he weighs?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm. 60kg.&lt;br /&gt;(15) How about his height?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm. 160 something. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;(16) Does he sleep with stuffed toys?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;(17) Has he ever stalked you?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No.&lt;br /&gt;(18) Do you love him?&lt;br /&gt;So much.&lt;br /&gt;(19) Does he wear any cologne?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;(20) Has he ever sang/play a song just for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. At times.&lt;br /&gt;(21) Have you ever yelled at him?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;(22) Are you and him going to be friends forever?&lt;br /&gt;Friends??&lt;br /&gt;(23) Has he ever made fun of you?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;(24) Would you feed him to tigers?&lt;br /&gt;Must I?&lt;br /&gt;(25) Is he smart?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;(26) Does he wear glasses/contacts?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;(27) do you know where he lives?&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;(28) Where is he right now?&lt;br /&gt;School. Good boy. (:&lt;br /&gt;(29) Why did you choose him for this survey?&lt;br /&gt;No other men in my life.&lt;br /&gt;(30) When's the last time you've seen him?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;(31 ) Are you currently talking to him right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;(32) Do you miss him?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;(33) Has he ever broken your heart?&lt;br /&gt;No, he never did.&lt;br /&gt;(34) Has he ever liked you?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we in relationship then?&lt;br /&gt;(35) Have you ever given him anything?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;(36) Do you plan on giving him anything soon?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm. Maybe. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Birthday coming).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(37) Do you know what his middle and last name is?&lt;br /&gt;He don't have any middle name.&lt;br /&gt;( 38) When's the next time you'll see him?&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;(39) Through this whole survey, were you only thinking about him?&lt;br /&gt;Will always thinking about him each day.&lt;br /&gt;(40) Last questions: How long have you been with him?&lt;br /&gt;4years &amp;amp; a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was late by only a few minutes &amp;amp; Nadya had already went in. I tried to call her several times but canno't get through. I was already giving up cause I know she already check in but Bf was been such a sweetheart trying to call her again &amp;amp; again. Hahaha. After that, the boys came over. And, after so many times trying to get through her, the line get through &amp;amp; we finally talk. I was so damn happy actually but she was already in the boarding hall. Sadly speaking but we really had some conversation going on. We bid each other goodbye &amp;amp; I was actually going to tear up. But Bf comfort me. Hahaha. I really want to meet her but theres no chance. Oh well, its Okay, there will always be next time. Right Bf? Okay, and now, I'm going to Papa that I want to go to Jakarta. Seriously speaking. Hahaha. Okay, I'm talking craps here. Whatever, Nad, I'm glad you enjoy yourself here. Come here soon alright. Am meeting Bf later. Ciaooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-1344868185538300492?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1344868185538300492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=1344868185538300492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1344868185538300492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/1344868185538300492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1344868185538300492' title='ONE SPECIAL GUY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZkFsy7IwwI/AAAAAAAABk4/thSaX7q_yFI/s72-c/131220081445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-281525747527508515</id><published>2009-02-15T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:18:33.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE I NEED TO VOICE OUT BUT I REFUSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Some of the greater things in life are unseen thats why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZesMZ5dsPI/AAAAAAAABko/LRivYfMtWV0/s1600-h/010120091734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302896415362363634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZesMZ5dsPI/AAAAAAAABko/LRivYfMtWV0/s400/010120091734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZesMWSb98I/AAAAAAAABkw/lDSgN1jzEDk/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302896414393366466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZesMWSb98I/AAAAAAAABkw/lDSgN1jzEDk/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm blank, don't know what to post eventhough I have so many things to write about. For your info, Valentine Days was at Changi Beach accompany Bf, Yan &amp;amp; Az fishing. And, today, head down to our usual port to slack. See ya. Next post, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting sweet child of mine, Nadya later over at Changi Airport before she fly back to Jakarta. Its like, I'm sending her off since I can't meet her for the past 2days when she is here. Okay, seriously, I'm scared, shy, nervous &amp;amp; I can feel butterflies is my tummy. Hahaha. Ever since, we been friend over at FS, we only hide behing the monitor &amp;amp; later in the evening, I'm gonna meet her &amp;amp; definitely going to hug her &amp;amp; stuff &amp;amp; not forgetting cam-whore. &lt;em&gt;Bf, pinjam camera eh?!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Nervous, my blood pressure is going high. Hahaha. Sex-cited &amp;amp; of course Shy. Hahaha. Okay, gonna plan what to wear. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-281525747527508515?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/281525747527508515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=281525747527508515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/281525747527508515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/281525747527508515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#281525747527508515' title='BECAUSE I NEED TO VOICE OUT BUT I REFUSED'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SZesMZ5dsPI/AAAAAAAABko/LRivYfMtWV0/s72-c/010120091734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-854411705308962538</id><published>2009-02-12T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:29:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;" Soul-mates are people who bring out the best in you. They are not perfect but are always perfect for you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s496.photobucket.com/albums/rr329/autograhsigners/?action=view&amp;amp;current=00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i496.photobucket.com/albums/rr329/autograhsigners/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog is dead. Mind you, I have the time to check anything on the Internet but just don't have the mood to even post an entry. And, right now, I'm still blank thinking of what to write. Perhaps, I should write about the past few days but I guess its kinda be boring since it is the same old routine, I did. Few days, went back to JYSS to watch the rugby match between BSS. Thats the first time, I went back ever since I graduated. Yeah, of course I wanted to meet some of my teachers but Bf was like, &lt;em&gt;"Okay, jom smoke break. Jom. B, jom." &lt;/em&gt;So been the sweet Gf ever, I follow him whenever he go &amp;amp; in which after that we settle down at our usual spot to just chill the night there. After that, same old routine, you bet. LOLs. Whatever it is, Nenek is coming back later, &amp;amp; me, I have to babysit the kids again. I should get a job or something, I can't stand staying at home like this everyday. And, going out, meeting Bf is so hard. Or perhaps just continue with my studies. I'm so stress about all this. &lt;em&gt;Bf, cepat Friday, I wanna go fishing lah. Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt; Till here, I don't know when my post will be. Just wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-854411705308962538?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/854411705308962538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=854411705308962538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/854411705308962538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/854411705308962538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#854411705308962538' title='ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER STORY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-6682497397086078262</id><published>2009-02-05T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:13:39.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Man is a knot into which relationships are tied. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYrk_mwC1uI/AAAAAAAABjw/k8WOQWxmNBI/s1600-h/141220081516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299299692939761378" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYrk_mwC1uI/AAAAAAAABjw/k8WOQWxmNBI/s400/141220081516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feel like blogging about this guy here but I'm lost of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just want the whole world to know that I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: I know you will read my blog &amp;amp; you will smile. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8140914826782307901-6682497397086078262?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6682497397086078262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=6682497397086078262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6682497397086078262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/6682497397086078262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6682497397086078262' title='ITS TRUE'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYrk_mwC1uI/AAAAAAAABjw/k8WOQWxmNBI/s72-c/141220081516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-7794005158193190197</id><published>2009-02-04T14:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:20:29.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCK MY DICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" There is no feeling more comforting and consoling than knowing you are right next to the one you love. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk-akGOgMI/AAAAAAAABjo/crzFJGFb1Os/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298835062665412802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk-akGOgMI/AAAAAAAABjo/crzFJGFb1Os/s400/000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the mail every morning &amp;amp; I received this from Nadya. I was super excited. So my friends, make my pen-pal most welcome here. LOLs. I really need to plan something for her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk9rFytVKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/W8CqbZYshog/s1600-h/Eva-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298834247076631714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk9rFytVKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/W8CqbZYshog/s320/Eva-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk9PFMlkRI/AAAAAAAABjI/-piwZDoLs-M/s1600-h/Eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298833765880402194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk9PFMlkRI/AAAAAAAABjI/-piwZDoLs-M/s320/Eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk-NwNQbHI/AAAAAAAABjg/qGODum3ISUY/s1600-h/Sofea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298834842577824882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk-NwNQbHI/AAAAAAAABjg/qGODum3ISUY/s400/Sofea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk-NuHz3kI/AAAAAAAABjY/WHxtk7k2vJo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298834842018111042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk-NuHz3kI/AAAAAAAABjY/WHxtk7k2vJo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is out. Nenek is admitted to the hospital. I have yet to visit her since theres no one to take care of the kids. So the Maksu had too. Bro &amp;amp; his Gf is here. Been watching DVD with them since the night before. While the Bf, I'm pretty sure he is sleeping now despite argue with him over some unknown matter. Silly. Hes coming later to accompany me. And, I get bored. When I get bored, I will bully this little rugrats of mine. Sofea !!! She already started to stand, at least a bit &amp;amp; she can sit already. LOLs. See her face. She is so chubby. Hahaha. Okay, till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-7794005158193190197?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7794005158193190197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=7794005158193190197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7794005158193190197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/7794005158193190197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7794005158193190197' title='SUCK MY DICK'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYk-akGOgMI/AAAAAAAABjo/crzFJGFb1Os/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8000101588197292263</id><published>2009-02-03T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:42:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHY TRICKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Everyone is a friend, until they prove otherwise. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYfKlAK9S_I/AAAAAAAABiY/WXUFUaLuCmk/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426223674608626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYfKlAK9S_I/AAAAAAAABiY/WXUFUaLuCmk/s400/000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early birdie for me today. Woke up at 8 just now &amp;amp; attend baby Eva Sofea &amp;amp; Granny since she is sick for the past 2days. And, the Bf is coming over for lunch. He kept bugging me to cook him a meal. And, I had to do so if not he will merajuk. I had prepare some dish for him already. Hahaha. Excited. Making him a spaghetti. LOLs. I bet I get going. And, oh yeah, fish we caught on last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf came over for lunch as mention above &amp;amp; family started chaos when Granpa said that Nenek condition becoming more worse. Bf &amp;amp; I kept ourselves busy by looking after Nenek while Mama attend the kids. And, one by one others family member drop by. Sis came back from work &amp;amp; upon looking at Nenek, Sis decided to call an ambulance for the sake of Nenek since she been sick for the past 2days. They had just left for hospital, left me, Bro's Gf, Big Sis &amp;amp; family &amp;amp; the kids. I cried when I saw Nenek been pushed away. I don't know why but I feel sad, sad by the look of Nenek face. Just hope for a good news from Mama &amp;amp; Sis later. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family redha if anything will to happen to Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;We know its already time for her to go. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8000101588197292263?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8000101588197292263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8000101588197292263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8000101588197292263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8000101588197292263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8000101588197292263' title='FISHY TRICKY'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYfKlAK9S_I/AAAAAAAABiY/WXUFUaLuCmk/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4085745152809580700</id><published>2009-02-02T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:10:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUSE HE WILL STOOD FOR ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Dreams only last one night but love can last forever. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYafUhLc7jI/AAAAAAAABh4/CJVbqyaJ_dc/s1600-h/010120091734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298097186500570674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYafUhLc7jI/AAAAAAAABh4/CJVbqyaJ_dc/s400/010120091734.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up pretty early just now. Had my shower &amp;amp; some bread before fetching Effa from school. Bf call me &amp;amp; I was so glad to hear his voice. And, whats worse can it be. Flu, sore throat, my head spinning &amp;amp; now PMS. And, the CRAMP. Urggh. Been hanging on the computer for about 2hours just so that I won't feel the pain. But I can barely. Am not meeting Bf later, I guess. The pain is so killing me any minutes. I don't want any pain killers. And, I miss Bf so much. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend surprised me at my doorstep just now. Lucky I had my shower if not he will nag at me like an old lady. So the whole evening was spent under my void decks, playing cards, play with Bf PSP, conversation &amp;amp; arguing &amp;amp; the best part is we sing a song aka duet to malay song. Haha. Kental. Back at home, Mama invite Bf for dinner &amp;amp; after that he played with the kids before settling down under my void decks again for smoke &amp;amp; a last minute hug &amp;amp; kisses. Hahaha. Its only 954 &amp;amp; Bf just left while me, I'm chatting with my pen-pal over in Australia. Boy, I was so excited. Hahaha. We were talking about direct flight from Australia to Spore &amp;amp; sort of things. Hahaha. I'm all kind of excited. Can't wait to meet her. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYb8ySOYxMI/AAAAAAAABiA/VB2uX7rVVXk/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298199952463807682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYb8ySOYxMI/AAAAAAAABiA/VB2uX7rVVXk/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost of words. And, I still feel the cramp in my stomach? Stomach or wombs? Hahaha. Mama is making me some hot tea. So sweet. Till here. Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4085745152809580700?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4085745152809580700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4085745152809580700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4085745152809580700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4085745152809580700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4085745152809580700' title='CAUSE HE WILL STOOD FOR ME'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYafUhLc7jI/AAAAAAAABh4/CJVbqyaJ_dc/s72-c/010120091734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4824141631910402687</id><published>2009-02-01T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:32:37.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BODOH NAK MAMPUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Friends, what is friends? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back at 3pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;All shagged &amp;amp; people pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;Lots picture &amp;amp; lots of story.&lt;br /&gt;And, I feel sick. Pluffy flu &amp; sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" Kalau korang confirm bingit satu badan, suka-suka hati je. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tengok je nanti kau cakap salah aku, false hope, girls! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4824141631910402687?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4824141631910402687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4824141631910402687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4824141631910402687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4824141631910402687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4824141631910402687' title='BODOH NAK MAMPUS'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-575910937454686390</id><published>2009-01-31T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:08:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINDOW PANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" A smile is a window on your face to show your heart is at home. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYPZzjxuTFI/AAAAAAAABhg/yPeh_YmdAu4/s1600-h/DSCN0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297317066518187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYPZzjxuTFI/AAAAAAAABhg/yPeh_YmdAu4/s400/DSCN0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was busy cleaning up my wardrobe when I happened to find a small pictures of Atikah, Ain, Fatin &amp;amp; me. Those memories during highschools. I miss them. Yes, truckloads but yeah. And, thank you for the wishes. It was actually an entry from Fatin blog. And, I was really touched because they still remember it. Its Okay, nobody will understand about the past expect for me. Let bygones be bygones. Meet up someday over some coffee. Lots of thing to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYPbZeqGa5I/AAAAAAAABhw/tX-6lIe56AU/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297318817490693010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYPbZeqGa5I/AAAAAAAABhw/tX-6lIe56AU/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog been dead for a couple of days. Proper update soon.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, gonna get ready. Meeting the boys later &amp;amp; off to Changi for some fishing. Take care ladies. Have a lovely weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-575910937454686390?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/575910937454686390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=575910937454686390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/575910937454686390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/575910937454686390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#575910937454686390' title='WINDOW PANE'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SYPZzjxuTFI/AAAAAAAABhg/yPeh_YmdAu4/s72-c/DSCN0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-4170573967018898555</id><published>2009-01-27T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:43:19.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE SOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SX8rKpUIMeI/AAAAAAAABhY/YdskEkuzh2w/s1600-h/240120091831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295999148699955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SX8rKpUIMeI/AAAAAAAABhY/YdskEkuzh2w/s400/240120091831.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update real soon when I received all the pictures from YAN !!!&lt;br /&gt;And, the things I scare about Chinese New Year is,&lt;br /&gt;the song of the lion dance. I frigging scared.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-4170573967018898555?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4170573967018898555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=4170573967018898555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4170573967018898555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/4170573967018898555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4170573967018898555' title='UPDATE SOON'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SX8rKpUIMeI/AAAAAAAABhY/YdskEkuzh2w/s72-c/240120091831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-8537518782964330308</id><published>2009-01-23T10:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:15:36.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY 4th YEARS ANNIVERSAY BOYFRIEND'/><title type='text'>A LONG POST FOR THE DEAREST BOYFRIEND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" An anniversary is a time to celebrate the joys of today, the memories of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and the hopes of tomorrow. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXkqR5Xl-tI/AAAAAAAABhI/VScsXAITG4I/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294309323896650450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXkqR5Xl-tI/AAAAAAAABhI/VScsXAITG4I/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;" Happy 4th Anniversary, dear Boyfriend. "&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so so so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, marks our 4th being together. We really-really make it to this far. Despite, the roller coaster ride, we had. And, of course, not forgetting all those arguments, argue, misunderstand &amp;amp; those sulking moments. We always fight for a small reason, fight over a thing that both of us didn't know what is happening. And, those happy moments being together with you. The movie dates, the surprised gift, the look in your eyes &amp;amp; the sweet smile on your face. I don't know what will install for us in days to come but for sure I just want to spent my everyday with you &amp;amp; making you happy always. I know we are still young, yet too young for everything but I believe with our true love &amp;amp; promised, I'am sure &amp;amp; believe(insyaallah) we will last long. Your the only men, I truly deeply madly in love with. Never ever doubt how I feel towards you &amp;amp; I don't really need a perfect man to love me &amp;amp; buy me things cause all I ever need is a man who has a beautiful heart &amp;amp; thats only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much &amp;amp; your love means so much to me. We really make it to this far. I'am so excited as much as you are. Even though, we may not had a ride on the Spore flyes or had our dinner at Bakerzin or we may not exchange gift, your saying, your kisses, your hugs, your time spending with me through the night &amp;amp; counting stars, already make our anniversary so special. I can't wait for another years to come &amp;amp; another years of life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, tracking those years back, we only knew each other for 3 days, with the unexpected meet up &amp;amp; all those special messages, you popped up the questions while your bathing &amp;amp; your leg were on the toilet bowl. And, without any hesitation, I said Yes because I know your the one for me. And only after reminiscing those time that we clearly remember we were only 14 &amp;amp; 15 years age. And, now we already in our mature level. Boy, never did I thought, I have been spending my birthday with you throughout this years &amp;amp; those hardships of life. And, I'm so looking forwards for yet another years with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alif, 230105 really means so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for&lt;br /&gt;asking me to be your yours.&lt;br /&gt;I really love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Hug &amp;amp; kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Happy anniversary to BabbySassy &amp;amp; WawaKiss &amp;amp; not forgetting Khai &amp;amp; Rashid too.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Another P/S: Thank you for all those wishes. I really appreciate it. Will reply soon.&lt;br /&gt;Movie date later in the evening. *Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Edited---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXnU9p3CwpI/AAAAAAAABhQ/uXWVZyOkU3Y/s1600-h/251220081698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294496992624558738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXnU9p3CwpI/AAAAAAAABhQ/uXWVZyOkU3Y/s400/251220081698.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprised movie date by Boyfriend even though the day before he said he don't want to catch any movies. And, he said that he is broke. Meet up with him at Interchange just now &amp;amp; off to purchase the tickets at CS. And, of course I get to catch Bride Wars. He really know I wanna catch it. How sweet. Roam around TM &amp;amp; had a small dinner at KFC before he surprised me again with having some ice-cream over at Haagen Dazs. He really make my day &amp;amp; of course not forgetting those hugs &amp;amp; kisses, especially on my forehead &amp;amp; a little soft voice whisper on my ears wishing me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happy 4th sayang, I love you so much. Your my girl."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How cute is that. LOLs. Catch the 7pm show &amp;amp; after that, grab a bite at Coffee Beans before he sent me home. And, before bidding good bye, he give me a lil kiss on my forehead. Thank you so much for today dear. I enjoy every minute of it eventhough you are so annoying yet still I love you so much. Looking forward for tomorrow. Yet another celebration. Hugs. *Blew kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Okay, I won't mention your name. Only your nicks, KAMBING!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so so so so so so so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;Another P/S: HAPPY 18th MANDOL aka Izwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tags replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan 09, 22:38&lt;br /&gt;meera: happy 4 year anni beb..!! see u soon..&lt;br /&gt;Zi: Thank you sweetheart. Meet you &amp;amp; your twin tomorrow. *Hint-hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan 09, 18:33&lt;br /&gt;ijah: last longer korang!! happy 4th anni.. =))&lt;br /&gt;Zi: Thank Ijah. Appreaciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan 09, 16:36&lt;br /&gt;SABRINA: ZIMAH! I MISS YOU! was thinkin' abt you guys recently .&lt;br /&gt;Zi: I miss you too dear. Haha. You did. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan 09, 00:13&lt;br /&gt;wawakiss: happy anni to you &amp;amp; bf!&lt;br /&gt;Zi: Thank you dearest. I wish you already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan 09, 00:09&lt;br /&gt;Natty: Happy 4 yrs anniversary to you guys! 4 yrs = WOW. may u guys last long!&lt;br /&gt;Zi: Unexpected tag from you lovely. Oh why, thank you dear. Last long to with Bany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan 09, 19:59&lt;br /&gt;nadiarina: its your 4 years tomorrow, happy 4th anni to u &amp;amp; bf. may this relationship last till eternity. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Zi: And, yes dear. We are already 4th. Insyaallah, may we long. And, you too. Have a happy celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan 09, 15:30&lt;br /&gt;yanyan: again.. hahahahaha... SAAAAPPPP! Nak dekat ANNIVERSARY SEI! BAIK AH MAYONISE AND KAMBING! WUUHUuu! mesti la IZA nak stick with me, ni daddy die.. hahhahaa.. alamak! amacam one of e tag is hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;Zi: HAHAHA. Funny eh. Apa MAYONISE?? Its actually Tartar sauce lerr. HAHAHA. Thanks Yan. Appreaciate the tag. And, please eh, DADDY konon. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan 09, 15:01&lt;br /&gt;HARFANY IS LOVE♥: a day more right? congrats!&lt;br /&gt;Zi: Thanks dear for your tag &amp;amp; the friendster comment. Appreaciate it alots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140914826782307901-8537518782964330308?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8537518782964330308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=8537518782964330308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8537518782964330308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/8537518782964330308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8537518782964330308' title='A LONG POST FOR THE DEAREST BOYFRIEND.'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXkqR5Xl-tI/AAAAAAAABhI/VScsXAITG4I/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140914826782307901.post-3563096374337551779</id><published>2009-01-21T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:55:56.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU TWIRL, I WHIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Love isn't the ability to give some and expect all,&lt;br /&gt;it's the ability to give all and expect none. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXawUuPxLPI/AAAAAAAABgY/HUsJsq8SZjE/s1600-h/2E626011A7871352A090C463CAFB4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293612282078637298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXawUuPxLPI/AAAAAAAABgY/HUsJsq8SZjE/s320/2E626011A7871352A090C463CAFB4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going haitus for a while, but I have so many things to pen down.&lt;br /&gt;I was awake the whole night &amp;amp; watching the Inauguration of the US 44th President. Pretty much excited. Hahaha. Okay, its lame. And Mama was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minat sungguh dengan Obama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Mana ada. Best apa tengok dia angkat sumpah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau President Spore tak apa jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Sama jugak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, another day to my anniversary. Pretty much excited. And, of course surprised-surprised 18th. Am meeting Bf later in the evening. Mama is busy doing something for Big Sis. Its her birthday today. Just a small celebration since she is not getting any younger. LOLs. And, can't wait for Chinese New Year cum family gathering &amp;amp; of course Elfie's 4th birthday. Off to baby Sofia. She already trying to walk. Imagined that. Excited again. LOLs. Bf, I wanna watch Bride Wars. Don't forget !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A big PS: Happy 17th birthday dear sister. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't mention her age, she already warn me. LOLs.)&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: Happy 22th birthday to my SIL.&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, Bf's sister actually) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Edited ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have sex before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm. NO !!! (Look at Sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sexually active?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm. I don't know. (Look at Sis again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG! You asked her the difficult questions.&lt;br /&gt;How is she going to answer you &amp;amp; I bet she can't answer &lt;br /&gt;your questions because her sister is here. If not, mati-mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau diam sudah !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Clearly remember this conversation between the doctor, Sister &amp;amp; me. Hahaha. Its already 113am &amp;amp; I can't sleep. Someone pissed me off today. (Baik eh, dah bagus jaga anak kau, kemas rumah kau, tak mintak duit pon, peragai tetap sundal.) Bf knows who I refering to. So much for everything. Move aside, 23 more hours to my sweet anni. And, Bf, I think I wanna watch The Wedding Game. Can? Can? LOLs. Okay, good night ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Fatin wish me through FS &amp;amp; I was touched, eventhough it was on Friday. &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/8140914826782307901-3563096374337551779?l=house-harlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3563096374337551779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8140914826782307901&amp;postID=3563096374337551779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3563096374337551779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140914826782307901/posts/default/3563096374337551779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-harlow.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3563096374337551779' title='YOU TWIRL, I WHIRL'/><author><name>O' Jane™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466696705485396596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SlWRaP3rIfI/AAAAAAAAB40/WDHpaAHHSIU/S220/IMG_0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T5pqMVQqB8/SXawUuPxLPI/AAAAAAAABgY/HUsJsq8SZjE/s72-c/2E626011A7871352A090C463CAFB4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
