<?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-1034002068735345644</id><updated>2011-07-03T10:27:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefined Glamour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5170883088199301364</id><published>2008-11-20T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:06:45.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new link</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moved &lt;a href="http://refinednessque.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not running away from anyone, or went hiding or "grew up and stop blogging" as quoted by Fuming! I just fancy a new name for my blog lah. So do relink me ok? Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5170883088199301364?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5170883088199301364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5170883088199301364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5170883088199301364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5170883088199301364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-link.html' title='new link'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5722001567280675998</id><published>2008-11-01T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:04:32.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because i still cherish my past, i won't delete this blog. I just won't update here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5722001567280675998?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5722001567280675998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5722001567280675998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5722001567280675998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5722001567280675998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/11/letting-go.html' title='letting go?'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4888811419459289954</id><published>2008-10-31T10:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:24:52.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of polished look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQp6SsHwyEI/AAAAAAAAD_E/XBANIU1xkes/s1600-h/ggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263153576035797058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQp6SsHwyEI/AAAAAAAAD_E/XBANIU1xkes/s400/ggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1 is Agyness Deyn, 2 is Ashley Olsen, 3 is Sasha Fierce&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, contrary to the preference of the public, I prefer Ashley to Mary-Kate Olsen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, the only thing I regret from my two previous job - G200 and Forever 21 - is not buying a well-cut blazer and, a vintage vest and flared pants respectively.&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/1034002068735345644-4888811419459289954?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4888811419459289954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4888811419459289954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4888811419459289954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4888811419459289954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/polished-look.html' title='of polished look'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQp6SsHwyEI/AAAAAAAAD_E/XBANIU1xkes/s72-c/ggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7665222203605784176</id><published>2008-10-30T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:42:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The following pictures are taken from my hopeless 2.0 megapixel camera phone so they are in no way of the same quality of a normal camera. You've been warned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967674491898258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnRNy50CZI/AAAAAAAAD8k/xL3VdUVRtMQ/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnSEYjxuaI/AAAAAAAAD9k/vj2Ffs8fUE4/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262968612312955298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnSEYjxuaI/AAAAAAAAD9k/vj2Ffs8fUE4/s320/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnSD5C_mCI/AAAAAAAAD9c/PqG94Say7bo/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262968603853953058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnSD5C_mCI/AAAAAAAAD9c/PqG94Say7bo/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967674347985218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnRNyXgGUI/AAAAAAAAD8s/dbolxmmsnh8/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967678983001490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnRODok1ZI/AAAAAAAAD80/3YvVNlbbbqA/s400/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967682990522274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnROSkCv6I/AAAAAAAAD9E/2Nr92NTqpsc/s400/DSC01041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday cake present from Busu Ani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnS3kWX-CI/AAAAAAAAD98/Vnc3lOqaovo/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969491651295266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnS3kWX-CI/AAAAAAAAD98/Vnc3lOqaovo/s400/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnS3g93-OI/AAAAAAAAD-E/_qxFhpmFlGs/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969490743228642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnS3g93-OI/AAAAAAAAD-E/_qxFhpmFlGs/s400/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnS3g93-OI/AAAAAAAAD-E/_qxFhpmFlGs/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnTnIwwACI/AAAAAAAAD-M/y8J5eX7dmV4/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970308879450146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnTnIwwACI/AAAAAAAAD-M/y8J5eX7dmV4/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So that was how we celebrated Ibu's 45th. It was her first cake since a few years. A pity Abah isn't here to share the joyous moment with us. But it's ok because I hear a seafood treat once he return to Singapore this Sunday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It struck us too that it has been such a long time since we got together like this. The last time was during a BBQ pit last year. I didn't realise how much I miss this time spent with the others until all of them left a few minutes ago. Hope to meet them soon. Gotta sleep. Although there is no school tomorrow! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967678879420722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnRODP4UTI/AAAAAAAAD88/iS7y3BsuUDo/s400/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnS3g93-OI/AAAAAAAAD-E/_qxFhpmFlGs/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beautiful 45-years-old mother :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&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/1034002068735345644-7665222203605784176?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7665222203605784176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7665222203605784176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7665222203605784176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7665222203605784176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQnRNy50CZI/AAAAAAAAD8k/xL3VdUVRtMQ/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5923601861166764303</id><published>2008-10-30T18:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:08:37.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the most horrible cramp ever. It is so bad that I have to swallow four pills within an hour. To top it off, I almost passed out but with the help of my friends, I stayed through. In fact, there it goes again, that sickening and threatening pain in my abdomen. I should have known better than to go to school today because after one hour of lesson, I rushed back home by cab, which instantly cancelled my plan of buying a cake from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for Ibu, with Nana. Nevertheless, thank you friends for your help. Most importantly, thanks Rusheila Rahim! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5923601861166764303?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5923601861166764303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5923601861166764303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5923601861166764303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5923601861166764303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-only.html' title='girls only'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-9010616489805154762</id><published>2008-10-29T14:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:53:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you love &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt;, you're going to love &lt;em&gt;The City&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q27eqPxd_T8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q27eqPxd_T8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's not to love about Intelligent and Capable-of-Everything Whitney Port? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-9010616489805154762?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/9010616489805154762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=9010616489805154762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9010616489805154762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9010616489805154762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/pms.html' title='new in town'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4730492997142739716</id><published>2008-10-28T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:38:51.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot look myself in the mirror today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;without crumbling into a million piece of humiliation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I promise myself - that this happens just for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For tomorrow, today won't happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Sad news just in; my father won't be back for my mom's birthday because Melbourne needs him for another week. Melbourne, how dare you make my mother cry.  :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4730492997142739716?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4730492997142739716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4730492997142739716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4730492997142739716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4730492997142739716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='just one of those days'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4720351608840177343</id><published>2008-10-27T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:24:10.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a humanitarian. you are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5F3KY4aBT0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5F3KY4aBT0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I implore you to look beyond the arguments of the personal life of a movie star and see the good that can be brought about by her participation in an effort to improve the lives of people left traumatized by war and politics. Maintain your personal opinion, but don’t discount the impact the work she is doing to make life better for the people of a war torn country trying to return and rebuild. &lt;strong&gt;It doesn’t matter to them who she is, it just matters that she’s there&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;by Ceilidth, Celebitchy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4720351608840177343?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4720351608840177343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4720351608840177343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4720351608840177343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4720351608840177343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/aj-visits-afghanistan-appeals-for.html' title='she&apos;s a humanitarian. you are?'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-9107659265875496556</id><published>2008-10-26T15:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:11:28.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the choices you make</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362099289385442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQc9BLY6eI/AAAAAAAAD7M/MVoD1uS5v9A/s400/syeranme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;High School Musical 3 on Friday with you, Syera. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362107498457538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQc9fwlacI/AAAAAAAAD7U/mPDjOQ4DQrY/s400/DSC01490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last minute meeting at Woodland's Civic Centre Mcdonalds; 2100hrs, Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362773261106130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQdkP6xO9I/AAAAAAAAD8E/kES3VnQuuZo/s400/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shahrill, at his usual self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362106545718786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQc9cNbxgI/AAAAAAAAD7c/PuXaLMtRbZQ/s400/hhf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362874848504194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQdqKXF6YI/AAAAAAAAD8U/nNqQxPAvksc/s400/fir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raudah and Fyra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362107593438610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQc9gHOtZI/AAAAAAAAD7k/qRCe7DFEkbo/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Committee Members.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261362766237163506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQdj1wIX_I/AAAAAAAAD78/HgKpYCIwULE/s400/collage2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our last group shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like so many of us, I was initially reluctant to spend my weekend at the mosque even though it is just next to my house. It is proven by the number of participant who attended the 2D1N camp at Al-Iman. Eventually, I'm certain that each of us brought home a lesson or two from the camp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was an experience. Not to mention, the soothing emotions that washed over me upon hearing the &lt;em&gt;Azan&lt;/em&gt;. In addition, the MUIS representative who shared an astonishing story about the Tsunami in Banda Aceh and the many religion beliefs that we never knew of. I literally felt my back hair standing when hearing him narrate to us the power of Allah &lt;em&gt;swt&lt;/em&gt; during the Tsunami. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It wasn't that bad after all. What is good, I tell you, is the buffet spread out for us for the two days. Just like in the hotel. :) To add, it was also our first time having BBQ in a mosque. We were lucky none of the residents in the block next to the mosque complained about the din we made close to 0100hrs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-9107659265875496556?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/9107659265875496556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=9107659265875496556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9107659265875496556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9107659265875496556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/choices-you-make.html' title='the choices you make'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SQQc9BLY6eI/AAAAAAAAD7M/MVoD1uS5v9A/s72-c/syeranme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4571315250635738589</id><published>2008-10-23T09:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:02:44.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transisting happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I recently discovered &lt;a href="http://shelfari.com/odetotrend"&gt;Shelfari&lt;/a&gt; where I can share with others what books I've read, is reading or plan to read. It is a good way for me to remind myself of the lack of time I spent on reading nowadays. It is also a good avenue to know of really useful and good books that people have read. So to all the bookworms out there, sign up and add me as your friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, my former colleagues and I played in the rain and we certainly used up our time deciding on which Starbucks to go. We settled for Fullerton's after walking from Esplanade in the night rain. It was nice to see all of them again, but I left early because I am just too tired from the whole day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a reminder, in exactly seven days, my mother is celebrating her 45th birthday. I am still trying to figure out what I should do for her on that day considering how poor I am at the current moment. I just hope my father will return from Melbourne just in time for her birthday. That, I shall say, would be the greatest gift for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4571315250635738589?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4571315250635738589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4571315250635738589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4571315250635738589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4571315250635738589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-fast-money-buys.html' title='transisting happiness'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8918581542093970217</id><published>2008-10-23T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:31:04.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over-analyzing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How is it that while surrounded by people we love the company of, we still feel lonely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why is it that we have to shout to get our message across? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How did our voice sink in the pandemonium of life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why does everyone talk about each other behind their backs? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do we differentiate sincere and insincere in the things people do for us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do we question life too much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do we achieve happiness from the cruelty of life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8918581542093970217?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8918581542093970217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8918581542093970217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8918581542093970217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8918581542093970217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-analyzing.html' title='over-analyzing?'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3114682439240890943</id><published>2008-10-20T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:34:02.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girls, this video is a perfect example why we all rock. I am actually referring to the all-woman performers on stage who kick ass with their respective talent ( though the lyrics kick ass too - all Beyonce's lyric about celebrating life as a girl does). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="371" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/5-2NNTIWoG/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/5-2NNTIWoG/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="371" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3114682439240890943?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3114682439240890943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3114682439240890943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3114682439240890943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3114682439240890943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-i-am-clearly-stepping-out-of-my.html' title='Why we rock'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7229637893051044129</id><published>2008-10-19T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:49:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The strongest survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPoNXbGSZvI/AAAAAAAAD7E/rKJofgo5d6w/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258530210970756850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPoNXbGSZvI/AAAAAAAAD7E/rKJofgo5d6w/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Putting aside the seriousness of the illness, seeing how she braced herself for an ordeal like this make us proud of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-7229637893051044129?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7229637893051044129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7229637893051044129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7229637893051044129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7229637893051044129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/strongest-survive.html' title='The strongest survive'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPoNXbGSZvI/AAAAAAAAD7E/rKJofgo5d6w/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3331035905350672404</id><published>2008-10-17T22:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:47:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor little baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137423476304482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPioILp-KmI/AAAAAAAAD6c/OXPScrUu1I8/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258141187053104274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPirjQEmrJI/AAAAAAAAD6s/7Phg9g3m-P8/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137433187730594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPioIv1WxKI/AAAAAAAAD6k/PEeqYIVj6xY/s400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258146605866665362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPiwequbxZI/AAAAAAAAD60/jG02jdxFnvA/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258146610165206594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPiwe6vSTkI/AAAAAAAAD68/j2fFmncHO2c/s400/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My &lt;s&gt;five&lt;/s&gt; fifteen years old sister is admitted last night and is due for operation next morning. Oh, I pray it is not as serious as told by the doctors. My family and I cancelled whatever events held tomorrow just to be there for Efa when she comes out from the operation theatre, hopefully better than before, which I doubt since she'll be so weak from the operation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She is still young yet she have to go through a lot of pain and suffering. Hold on my dear; we love you. Thank you to those who took the time to visit my sister. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S. 30th!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3331035905350672404?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3331035905350672404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3331035905350672404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3331035905350672404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3331035905350672404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-little-baby.html' title='poor little baby'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPioILp-KmI/AAAAAAAAD6c/OXPScrUu1I8/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-995489819640274076</id><published>2008-10-16T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:31:35.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay alive.fight.cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Both my parents and Efa are in the hospital now. I hope Efa is alright and need not be admitted tonight. Meanwhile, doing recap on Marketing is insanely sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-995489819640274076?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/995489819640274076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=995489819640274076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/995489819640274076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/995489819640274076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/against-creatures-of-commonplace.html' title='stay alive.fight.cry.'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4484380602668254149</id><published>2008-10-15T17:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:17:53.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we love springing surprises..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW7s8R3GWI/AAAAAAAAD50/qv1CVquYHAs/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257314520794601826" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW7s8R3GWI/AAAAAAAAD50/qv1CVquYHAs/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW7sxlkQDI/AAAAAAAAD5s/sY9Geut1GTU/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257314517924462642" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW7sxlkQDI/AAAAAAAAD5s/sY9Geut1GTU/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW7tAbucnI/AAAAAAAAD58/wFYXFgxw0h4/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257314521909719666" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW7tAbucnI/AAAAAAAAD58/wFYXFgxw0h4/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW8Y50GE1I/AAAAAAAAD6M/PZFnWY6fvuA/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257315276047127378" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW8Y50GE1I/AAAAAAAAD6M/PZFnWY6fvuA/s320/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was also to make up for Sha's 25th birthday last fifteen days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW4ouLxLaI/AAAAAAAAD5M/pqvMsESVIJc/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257311149756591522" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW4ouLxLaI/AAAAAAAAD5M/pqvMsESVIJc/s400/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice to be back in school and be in their company. ((:&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/1034002068735345644-4484380602668254149?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4484380602668254149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4484380602668254149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4484380602668254149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4484380602668254149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-end-love-you-take-is-equal-to-love.html' title='In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPW7s8R3GWI/AAAAAAAAD50/qv1CVquYHAs/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8250147932356876815</id><published>2008-10-14T22:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:51:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPSoW8vgmFI/AAAAAAAAD48/mIi7D7nt-0A/s1600-h/normal_GG206-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257011777264195666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPSoW8vgmFI/AAAAAAAAD48/mIi7D7nt-0A/s320/normal_GG206-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPSnmypwzHI/AAAAAAAAD4s/gilyQkEPgmI/s1600-h/Raya08pic009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257010949922016370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPSnmypwzHI/AAAAAAAAD4s/gilyQkEPgmI/s320/Raya08pic009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ever want to reflect, alone, together, I'll be around.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8250147932356876815?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8250147932356876815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8250147932356876815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8250147932356876815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8250147932356876815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-you-love-me.html' title='you know you love me'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPSoW8vgmFI/AAAAAAAAD48/mIi7D7nt-0A/s72-c/normal_GG206-0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7079622541511206426</id><published>2008-10-13T18:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:44:45.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever, and over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPMt5HJ6Y2I/AAAAAAAAD38/dmYTxUi35Z4/s1600-h/1_129928553l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256595649267917666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPMt5HJ6Y2I/AAAAAAAAD38/dmYTxUi35Z4/s400/1_129928553l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After much deliberation, I finally quit my job. It was a definite decision that involved a lot of thinking, and hesitation to part from the people that have been working with me. It was decided even before the turmoil over the schedule issue. I got the feeling that I needn't mull over this decision because eventhough tough, it might be a right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To all my beloved Forever mates, I am going to miss you guys. Here's to a new freedom. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-7079622541511206426?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7079622541511206426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7079622541511206426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7079622541511206426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7079622541511206426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/forever-and-over.html' title='forever, and over.'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPMt5HJ6Y2I/AAAAAAAAD38/dmYTxUi35Z4/s72-c/1_129928553l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5269020234188265995</id><published>2008-10-12T00:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:27:54.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most of our obstacles would melt away if we should make up our minds to walk boldly through them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier on when I got online, there was a pending message from my youngest sister. In the message, she wrote that she dreamt of me being raped and how sad she felt for me, or for herself for dreaming that. I feel horrible that a child like her have to bear the guilt-feeling that she dreamt of her sister being treated likewise. It is just so horrible and unfair. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5269020234188265995?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5269020234188265995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5269020234188265995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5269020234188265995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5269020234188265995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/most-of-our-obstacles-would-melt-away.html' title='Most of our obstacles would melt away if we should make up our minds to walk boldly through them'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6324250104286648016</id><published>2008-10-10T23:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:59:15.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But don't you think, that it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255550455001156322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SO93SzF8iuI/AAAAAAAAD20/yXPQDzWpn4Y/s400/P1010825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255550461299202626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SO93TKjhGkI/AAAAAAAAD28/4-nJZmnmrhc/s400/P1010829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255957257073514962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SPDpRy6A2dI/AAAAAAAAD30/UxRSOfiXu-c/s400/PA100540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's amazing to see how much each of us have changed since our graduation, and although we occasionally meet on Teachers Day at school, it is different when we go out for Raya when we are decked in our traditional Baju Kurong and do visitings to each other's house. It's certainly nice to bask in the familiarity of these wonderful people. Till we meet again guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-6324250104286648016?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6324250104286648016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6324250104286648016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6324250104286648016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6324250104286648016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-dont-you-think-that-its-better-to.html' title='But don&apos;t you think, that it&apos;s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SO93SzF8iuI/AAAAAAAAD20/yXPQDzWpn4Y/s72-c/P1010825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4652213768415535979</id><published>2008-10-09T16:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:12:01.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God doesn't hate us. If he did, he wouldn't have made our hearts so brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255072841357652978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SO3E6Bns8_I/AAAAAAAAD2c/PAEsYlSLfDQ/s400/efa+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because I am too free, I did a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog skin&lt;/span&gt; for my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her conditions are that to remain her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indiscreet&lt;/span&gt; love affair with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mirza&lt;/span&gt; in the blog. That means, pictures of them together must be shown in any parts of the blog. I thought the multiple shots of them posted as entry was enough but I must make my sister happy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In order to do that, I have to abide by her conditions considering I already barge into her account, which I later found out has two blogs under her account; one of which is for her own privy. But, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255076598182958546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SO3IUs4p1dI/AAAAAAAAD2s/ciE_8EkaZ78/s400/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And today is my youngest sister's tenth birthday. Can you see that she has nicely-shaped eyebrows? It is the amazing result of my mother's habit to draw her eyebrow with eyeliner (not the normal one) when she was still a baby. Wonder why she didn't do the same to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haih&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/1034002068735345644-4652213768415535979?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4652213768415535979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4652213768415535979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4652213768415535979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4652213768415535979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-doesnt-hate-us-if-he-did-he-wouldnt.html' title='God doesn&apos;t hate us. If he did, he wouldn&apos;t have made our hearts so brave'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SO3E6Bns8_I/AAAAAAAAD2c/PAEsYlSLfDQ/s72-c/efa+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8361323887892084436</id><published>2008-10-08T23:42:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:45:30.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loose silk blown against a wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOzYgAKEQtI/AAAAAAAAD1M/dKi2H611WOE/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254812909544162002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOzYgAKEQtI/AAAAAAAAD1M/dKi2H611WOE/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life really has taken pity on us all and give us lesser lesson in a week. I can now fix my work schedule to fit with school's. I decided to work lesser days, so as not to tire myself out like the past four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOzycIoB4mI/AAAAAAAAD18/ke0unu9cKww/s1600-h/pink-room-gal-431x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254841430400164450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOzycIoB4mI/AAAAAAAAD18/ke0unu9cKww/s400/pink-room-gal-431x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it possible to turn my room into this heaven? &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I managed to coax my parents into removing this bulky TV-console that is used for storage of our school books, my room is now free of mess. My mind is running wild with ideas of how to furnish my plain and boring room :) &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/1034002068735345644-8361323887892084436?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8361323887892084436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8361323887892084436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8361323887892084436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8361323887892084436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/loose-silk-blown-against-wall.html' title='loose silk blown against a wall'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOzYgAKEQtI/AAAAAAAAD1M/dKi2H611WOE/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7404068768415748937</id><published>2008-10-06T22:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:54:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gradual precipitation that builds to a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254062685815967266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOouLO-yDiI/AAAAAAAAD0c/Y7Q5xox0Hxo/s400/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Isn't she lovely? She will grow up to be a beautiful and mystifying woman, for sure. Don't let that beauty go to waste, honey. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You know, often my intention has always been lucid and sincere and it's &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; sickening to even have people form judgement from that and have impractical opinions of me or my life or my loved ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I don't know what's holding me back from quiting my job. I just want to concentrate on studies and getting my license before I turned nineteen, insya allah. Together with people who are taking it with me are Sheila and Shasha, who is taking her BTT tomorrow. Theory Tests are unexpectedly easy if you go for practices often. I feel so proud of myself when the big PASS is screened before my eyes, although it is just BTT. Or as quoted from Shahrill, "baru basic theory......"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-7404068768415748937?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7404068768415748937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7404068768415748937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7404068768415748937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7404068768415748937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/gradual-precipitation-that-builds-to.html' title='the gradual precipitation that builds to a song'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOouLO-yDiI/AAAAAAAAD0c/Y7Q5xox0Hxo/s72-c/DSC00794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4730523332359799601</id><published>2008-10-05T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:57:29.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weave a secret not worth keeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB5KgVpJI/AAAAAAAADzk/CenNOYhbVpM/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662153144378514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB5KgVpJI/AAAAAAAADzk/CenNOYhbVpM/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB5lm6svI/AAAAAAAADzs/8pz_sDGOMPM/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662160419730162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB5lm6svI/AAAAAAAADzs/8pz_sDGOMPM/s320/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB5-0l_XI/AAAAAAAADz0/LeuV3rPGWwY/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662167187979634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB5-0l_XI/AAAAAAAADz0/LeuV3rPGWwY/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB53TxfxI/AAAAAAAADz8/tISqdN7qXXU/s1600-h/P1010799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662165171273490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB53TxfxI/AAAAAAAADz8/tISqdN7qXXU/s320/P1010799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BBQ plans executed last night in the presence of all my KL cousins and a few close relatives from SG. It was a first for all of us to BBQ at my eldest aunt's house in Udah,JB since her move from KL last Friday. My family and I slept overnight and returned home this morning; all our energy drained. And then we continued our Raya visitings, before going back to work tomorrow. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666342092609106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjFs_jbFlI/AAAAAAAAD0M/CbxYsNmi3-I/s400/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4730523332359799601?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4730523332359799601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4730523332359799601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4730523332359799601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4730523332359799601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/weave-secret-not-worth-keeping.html' title='Weave a secret not worth keeping'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOjB5KgVpJI/AAAAAAAADzk/CenNOYhbVpM/s72-c/DSC00769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1360337431451956488</id><published>2008-10-04T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:44:15.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't begin to understand them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SObxY_uepqI/AAAAAAAADzM/mdD00QCNPB8/s1600-h/P1010767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253151427099797154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SObxY_uepqI/AAAAAAAADzM/mdD00QCNPB8/s200/P1010767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SObxZN7fe5I/AAAAAAAADzU/Ka99MBg0kG0/s1600-h/P1010768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253151430912474002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SObxZN7fe5I/AAAAAAAADzU/Ka99MBg0kG0/s200/P1010768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SObxZWmytJI/AAAAAAAADzc/sn3HmqiOaiQ/s1600-h/P1010769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253151433241572498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SObxZWmytJI/AAAAAAAADzc/sn3HmqiOaiQ/s200/P1010769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253149322596826562" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOUE8w3KPnI/AAAAAAAADxk/I0-ogkNhBT0/s400/25%25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252609989602624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOUE9L3uwgI/AAAAAAAADxs/5kLksU4LDjI/s400/25%254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252609993046211858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOUE9YsvvRI/AAAAAAAADyE/01OPlRZ1tRk/s400/25%255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252610899545749970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOUFyJrE-dI/AAAAAAAADyM/aSkveJ1-a3o/s400/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252609986924865794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOUE9B5TaQI/AAAAAAAADx0/WbtYowh-gag/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Her name really is Angelina Jolie. She is Uncle Kenneth's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the novelty of celebrating Syawal grandly has worn off over the years without me realising it. Suddenly I ponder over the fasting month that left us just three days ago, and I regret that it is gone too soon. Emotions overwhelmed me. I wonder if I could still see the same people next year and celebrate this joyous occasion with them? Truth is, I've seen many people walked out of my life over the years. Too many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, something humours me today. Well, one thing actually. One kind of question that keeps hurling its way to me this year : Ada boyfriend?, Dah ada pengganti?, Dengan siapa sekarang? or anything that is related to my current status. Every time someone asks me, I just give a sombre smile and answer politely. Hmm, try again next year? Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To end on a good note, I passed my exams with flying colours. Congratulations to those who passed and those who did not do well, don't give up just yet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5466995780130823604?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5466995780130823604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5466995780130823604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5466995780130823604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5466995780130823604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-that-you-were-intended-to-be.html' title='all that you were intended to be'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOUE8w3KPnI/AAAAAAAADxk/I0-ogkNhBT0/s72-c/25%25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-9049745262153392499</id><published>2008-10-01T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:10:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids who have to struggle blossom afterwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252201939024110770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOOR1hAmZLI/AAAAAAAADxU/E6joAHAxmXw/s400/Picture+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1034002068735345644-9049745262153392499?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/9049745262153392499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=9049745262153392499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9049745262153392499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9049745262153392499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-who-have-to-struggle-blossom.html' title='The kids who have to struggle blossom afterwards'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOOR1hAmZLI/AAAAAAAADxU/E6joAHAxmXw/s72-c/Picture+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1888265549529382934</id><published>2008-10-01T00:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:17:49.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOJWwoOUN1I/AAAAAAAADw8/TD1_F71vEBY/s1600-h/54779_Victoria_Beckham-Andre_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251855508898592594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOJWwoOUN1I/AAAAAAAADw8/TD1_F71vEBY/s400/54779_Victoria_Beckham-Andre_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOJWoWmvqhI/AAAAAAAADw0/eoIh3-9Fy-8/s1600-h/pixiecut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251855366730263058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOJWoWmvqhI/AAAAAAAADw0/eoIh3-9Fy-8/s400/pixiecut3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOJeg6SW2WI/AAAAAAAADxE/nPL2jKYuvmg/s1600-h/vb21.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251864034962495842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOJeg6SW2WI/AAAAAAAADxE/nPL2jKYuvmg/s400/vb21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-1888265549529382934?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1888265549529382934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1888265549529382934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1888265549529382934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1888265549529382934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/10/queen-v.html' title='Queen V'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SOJWwoOUN1I/AAAAAAAADw8/TD1_F71vEBY/s72-c/54779_Victoria_Beckham-Andre_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6597309676938960132</id><published>2008-09-30T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:44:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night reminded me of us shopping till one A.M at Plaza Angsana in JB last two nights. My family and I did some last minute shopping at Geylang last night till morning. It was crowded everywhere in Geylang, and I have to be cautious with every step I take because it is either going to land on someone's feet or the muddy pastures. Nevertheless, we manage to get all the things we need for tomorrow's Raya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe a month has passed since the beginning of fasting. Soon, school re-opens. How fast time really fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; goodness, I am working on the eve of Raya, but it's okay because I am getting my pay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Exam results in two days time. Good luck to all Bishan mates especially you, Hidayah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-6597309676938960132?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6597309676938960132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6597309676938960132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6597309676938960132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6597309676938960132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/counting-down.html' title='counting down'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8908995030108177301</id><published>2008-09-28T16:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:20:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari gemilang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salam kepada teman-teman tersayang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempena syawal yang bakal menjelang, saya ingin menyusun sepuluh jari memohon ampun dan maaf sekiranya terkasar bahasa, tersilap kata atau tersalah langkah yang telah mengguris hati teman-teman sekalian, dengan sengaja atau tidak. Sekiranya cara saya menulis di laman ini ada menyakiti hati sesiapa, harap maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akhir kata, selamat menyambut Syawal yang akan tiba tidak lama lagi bersama keluarga yang tercinta. Wasalam.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SN9SkCWFCnI/AAAAAAAADwc/0SheJGDjx-k/s1600-h/Untitled+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251006469595531890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SN9SkCWFCnI/AAAAAAAADwc/0SheJGDjx-k/s200/Untitled+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8908995030108177301?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8908995030108177301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8908995030108177301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8908995030108177301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8908995030108177301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/hati-yang-tenang-dan-senang.html' title='hari gemilang'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SN9SkCWFCnI/AAAAAAAADwc/0SheJGDjx-k/s72-c/Untitled+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4744659093907522834</id><published>2008-09-27T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:07:33.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At every exhilirating turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a city of diverse races, a new race takes centre stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPegAxc6NPA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPegAxc6NPA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008 Singapore Formula One Grand Prix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28.09.08, 8PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4744659093907522834?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4744659093907522834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4744659093907522834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4744659093907522834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4744659093907522834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-every-exhilirating-turn.html' title='At every exhilirating turn'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-9072072686220603521</id><published>2008-09-23T23:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:46:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNnEbOoFTGI/AAAAAAAADvM/cgB1mklrkTE/s1600-h/Ida%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249442812738751586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNnEbOoFTGI/AAAAAAAADvM/cgB1mklrkTE/s400/Ida%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes, thats me at the front with Nisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The things I do for people when I was in Secondary School, during which my drawing skill isn't that great. This one was done for Nisa in commemoration of Friendship Day. I drew different characters that signified friendship for some other friends too. And alongside with these drawings, I baked brownies for them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tell me I am a sweet friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-9072072686220603521?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/9072072686220603521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=9072072686220603521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9072072686220603521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9072072686220603521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='no goodbyes'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNnEbOoFTGI/AAAAAAAADvM/cgB1mklrkTE/s72-c/Ida%27s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1046424066406243811</id><published>2008-09-23T22:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:19:49.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNj7-_sp7EI/AAAAAAAADu8/5RCTeZJwtWI/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222425369504834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNj7-_sp7EI/AAAAAAAADu8/5RCTeZJwtWI/s200/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNj7_VL77lI/AAAAAAAADvE/2bX9KDCdOj8/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222431137853010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNj7_VL77lI/AAAAAAAADvE/2bX9KDCdOj8/s200/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As with home, I spring-cleaned my MSN contacts earlier on. I figured people whom I don't chat with or who don't chat with me are cluttering my space. But ninety-one is still an overwhelming number. Bullocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-1046424066406243811?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1046424066406243811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1046424066406243811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1046424066406243811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1046424066406243811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-and-present.html' title='when i&apos;m away'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNj7-_sp7EI/AAAAAAAADu8/5RCTeZJwtWI/s72-c/DSC00629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1944363025202488176</id><published>2008-09-22T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:58:11.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no absolutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248868216790579970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNe51V6j-wI/AAAAAAAADuU/mKruuUuOCfw/s400/2612260335_d09d350245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mother. A daughter. Three possible fathers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a trip down the aisle you'll never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248863657903857746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNe1r-vRIFI/AAAAAAAADuM/f0n5XdB_Xww/s400/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you readers know that my best friend used to be my enemy? Ironic, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I thought to myself how do we get so close to each other, to the extent that we share almost everything with each other. We were once so distant, so cold that our friendship now is a perfect example of a "foe-turned-friend" case. Although we both are still trying to adapt to each other's lives, there is no denying that you are one of the best people I've ever made friends with in my life. We clicked right away when we both start to get comfortable with each other. I think we both know what was preventing me from letting you into my life before; because I don't want to feel guilty for having unnecessary thoughts. But I am glad now I let you in, because you've been so good to me. I really think we are sisters in the life before now. I love you, darla. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-1944363025202488176?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1944363025202488176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1944363025202488176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1944363025202488176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1944363025202488176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-absolutes.html' title='no absolutes.'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNe51V6j-wI/AAAAAAAADuU/mKruuUuOCfw/s72-c/2612260335_d09d350245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6083170285163153479</id><published>2008-09-20T09:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:21:54.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days, I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUE_IT5SI/AAAAAAAADtU/WZKcTseUBc8/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247911910435972386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUE_IT5SI/AAAAAAAADtU/WZKcTseUBc8/s320/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recuperate myself from the fervidity of work; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUFCJUU-I/AAAAAAAADtc/QfnfiFp-aL0/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247911911245501410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUFCJUU-I/AAAAAAAADtc/QfnfiFp-aL0/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got involved in a baking frenzy;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUFIkrDtI/AAAAAAAADtk/k_Zetk_dwo0/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247911912970850002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUFIkrDtI/AAAAAAAADtk/k_Zetk_dwo0/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lived life in the fast lane; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247911921486331586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUFoS6_sI/AAAAAAAADts/KtN9pvLzHzE/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRP_DNlrYI/AAAAAAAADss/v_PjjoGlC9o/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indulged in the simplest yet wondrous things in life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, spending time with my family over &lt;em&gt;Naan&lt;/em&gt; and hot &lt;em&gt;teh tarik;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247923847358645906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRe7zodBpI/AAAAAAAADt0/Av6FFj3OaXw/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Got stressed over what colour to paint my room;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248046257122918514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNTOQ_ihQHI/AAAAAAAADt8/KSYnmra-9E4/s320/00520230aea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caught up with the new lives of Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; listen to too many raya songs. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-6083170285163153479?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6083170285163153479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6083170285163153479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6083170285163153479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6083170285163153479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflections-in-mirror-depends-on-mood.html' title='These days, I...'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNRUE_IT5SI/AAAAAAAADtU/WZKcTseUBc8/s72-c/DSC00606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4060828923842685281</id><published>2008-09-19T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:13:50.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vids galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEbPIoxD9qE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEbPIoxD9qE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;T.I Whatever You Like &amp;amp; Live Your Life feat. Rihanna at the MTV VMA 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr5mvNPyV1I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr5mvNPyV1I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Various Artists singing Just Stand Up for Cancer at the Fashion Rocks 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4060828923842685281?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4060828923842685281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4060828923842685281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4060828923842685281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4060828923842685281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/vids-galore.html' title='Vids galore'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2839734023710032901</id><published>2008-09-19T00:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:42:41.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't put people in boxes, and you can't fit life into compartments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNKbMNOlQAI/AAAAAAAADsM/cG8UwIYLv7Q/s1600-h/fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427149851607042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNKbMNOlQAI/AAAAAAAADsM/cG8UwIYLv7Q/s400/fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life gets so hectic and all of us are muddled in projects, works and relationships that we fail to stay connected with our friends. Tonight, I got the chance to chat really long with my two good friends that in one conversation, we could talk about everything that has been going on in our individual lives since our last conversation. I am so glad we did that tonight, and I am thankful that I still have very understanding friends like them. One never fail to make me smile, and the other never fail to amaze me how profound a person he is still. Thank you for being my friends. :)&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/1034002068735345644-2839734023710032901?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2839734023710032901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2839734023710032901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2839734023710032901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2839734023710032901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-cant-put-people-in-boxes-and-you.html' title='You can&apos;t put people in boxes, and you can&apos;t fit life into compartments'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SNKbMNOlQAI/AAAAAAAADsM/cG8UwIYLv7Q/s72-c/fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7539568543379944159</id><published>2008-09-17T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:39:27.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So i still do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With absolute honesty, I still miss him, no matter how hard I try to feign hatred towards him, and also the ignorance that this doesn't bother me when it's been on my mind all the time. But for some reason, I am not afraid anymore that we are transisting between losing and re-contacting each other. I have long drew the line between us being friends or more than friends. I decided we are better off as the former, or even if we cease our contact with each other, I had nothing to lose; but things always change unaccording to plan. Like today, when his dearly grandmother passed away. He can choose not to inform me but he did. And hearing him cry on the other line melted all the vengeance I had for him, and once again I grow fond of him. Just like that. I tried so many times to seperate the pros and cons of our friendship, but I eventually get more confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's in it for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on. In a blur state of fuzziness from the night sleep, we surprised my mother the bag I bought for her during our &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt;. She was obviously elated that she literally grabbed the bag out of its cover bag and stared at it in disbelief. Now that's the kind of reaction we want to see when we surprised someone with something they like eh? I love my mother so much I feel like showering her with gifts every day in replacement with the hugs that I am shy to give. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-7539568543379944159?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7539568543379944159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7539568543379944159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7539568543379944159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7539568543379944159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-still-do.html' title='So i still do'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8760138810769093829</id><published>2008-09-17T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:01:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter what i do, i won't miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iftar with fellow &lt;strong&gt;4PM&lt;/strong&gt;ers tonight was a-okay because many didn't turned up. The organiser himself, Ali, had to back out at the last minute due to work. Table for nineteen at TKC Cafe Restaurant was attended by seventeen which was considerably a big group too, but I miss my own gang anyhow. We were later joined by Mail, Lydiana and Boy at Singpost Coffee Bean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many commented on how Geylang is growing stagnant with &lt;em&gt;Kebaya&lt;/em&gt;s from last year and, its dull atmosphere. I actually beg to differ because I love basking in the myriads of colours at the bazaar, and taking in the sight and smell of &lt;em&gt;Lekor&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Ayam Panggang&lt;/em&gt; and more weird food names. I almost bought the &lt;em&gt;lampu kelap-kelip&lt;/em&gt; for deco of my house although I have to agree that we won't get to raya much considering it's already a working day on the second day of Raya!  Oh but I am definitely excited for our big Raya outing. I am excited in writing Kad Raya for my friends. I am excited to adorn my Baju Kurung and Kebayas. I am excited to visit people's house. I am excited to actually GIVE OUT collection money to kids, though in favourable amount. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who knows, this year might be more special than the year before? Happy fasting, fellow Muslims. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SM_vpnCd2kI/AAAAAAAADrc/fH-gTd8qeXc/s1600-h/DSC00415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246675589042920002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SM_vpnCd2kI/AAAAAAAADrc/fH-gTd8qeXc/s400/DSC00415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An, Ash, Ida, Raudah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8760138810769093829?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8760138810769093829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8760138810769093829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8760138810769093829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8760138810769093829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-matter-what-i-do-i-wont-miss-you.html' title='no matter what i do, i won&apos;t miss you'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SM_vpnCd2kI/AAAAAAAADrc/fH-gTd8qeXc/s72-c/DSC00415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5989183743651884862</id><published>2008-09-16T01:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:49:11.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246296993484639714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SM6XUcraDeI/AAAAAAAADrU/bIpzi8NyMjo/s400/pixiecut3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VB's new haircut that got the world talking(&amp;amp; copying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder if I dare go pixie? Or if it even suits me? But first, I need to get help for my dramatic loss of hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5989183743651884862?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5989183743651884862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5989183743651884862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5989183743651884862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5989183743651884862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SM6XUcraDeI/AAAAAAAADrU/bIpzi8NyMjo/s72-c/pixiecut3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2139078955633973545</id><published>2008-09-12T23:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:24:37.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she probably thought she would fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to buy a pretty notebook from Prints, or Kino and jot down just about anything that caught my lingering eyes. I will jot down feelings, emotions and thoughts that is running through my wild and raging heart, soul and mind. I will scribble whatever I see that I like or that I dislike. I am going to write absolutely nothing, but the truth in it. And the truth is that I am trying to gather myself together to face the world with an optimistic perspective. Really trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, my Plurk is activated on the sidebar, so you can know what random things I'll be doing, or how I am feeling. Ciao bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-2139078955633973545?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2139078955633973545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2139078955633973545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2139078955633973545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2139078955633973545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-probably-thought-she-would-fly.html' title='she probably thought she would fly'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2994082423533631066</id><published>2008-09-12T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:10:03.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admission to the cold truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I am so self-absorbed that I recklessly turn my back on the people that otherwise should have mattered to me most. I cancelled appointments, turned down offers to catch up, spend time with people I barely know; while my loved ones wait in vain with hopes that I will realise the importance of quality time with them, to which I will scurry back in the familiar arms of the people who had been there with me through thick and thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have wronged too many people, or talked too much that I loathe myself for doing them sometimes. I regret them. I regret that unwanted things occur prior to my selfish acts. I do. And so I am slowly making up to these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am eighteen. I am struggling to grasp the real meaning of life. I do things that look comfortable, but like they said, something that is good to look at doesn't equally means it's a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-2994082423533631066?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2994082423533631066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2994082423533631066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2994082423533631066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2994082423533631066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/admission-to-cold-truth.html' title='Admission to the cold truth'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-380326367737840750</id><published>2008-09-12T01:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:24:20.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>must love friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlQUFupkSI/AAAAAAAADqE/Zw2TRGP-5xo/s1600-h/CIMG0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244811547115098402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlQUFupkSI/AAAAAAAADqE/Zw2TRGP-5xo/s320/CIMG0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlQBo-I4bI/AAAAAAAADp0/VQprn4Fl5F4/s1600-h/CIMG0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244811230157791666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlQBo-I4bI/AAAAAAAADp0/VQprn4Fl5F4/s320/CIMG0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlPsO6H0vI/AAAAAAAADpk/VdVlSTtKQTI/s1600-h/CIMG0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810862384370418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlPsO6H0vI/AAAAAAAADpk/VdVlSTtKQTI/s320/CIMG0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlPsZyJsqI/AAAAAAAADps/DwfXsAOeZwk/s1600-h/CIMG0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810865303728802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlPsZyJsqI/AAAAAAAADps/DwfXsAOeZwk/s320/CIMG0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814627680813330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlTHZuwARI/AAAAAAAADrE/qnhQLRKhjlA/s400/CIMG0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244812492355917810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlRLHBn1_I/AAAAAAAADqs/rppFqTtX9-o/s400/CIMG0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244813627570303282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlSNMB0sTI/AAAAAAAADq8/dtiQIg1bst4/s400/CIMG0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlQBo-I4bI/AAAAAAAADp0/VQprn4Fl5F4/s1600-h/CIMG0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1034002068735345644-380326367737840750?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/380326367737840750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=380326367737840750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/380326367737840750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/380326367737840750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/must-love-friends.html' title='must love friends'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMlQUFupkSI/AAAAAAAADqE/Zw2TRGP-5xo/s72-c/CIMG0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8747218041759625695</id><published>2008-09-11T12:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:40:44.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies and Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was a kid, I remembered coming across a page-filled photos of chocolate chip cookies with colourful M&amp;amp;Ms all sprinkled on top from one of the many recipes books my mom collected. I also remembered giving the recipe to my classmate only to have him appear in class the next day, with a box of the aforementioned cookies baked by his mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMi5shPR_2I/AAAAAAAADok/tkxsMP2mKpU/s1600-h/img0032sh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244645940560789346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMi5shPR_2I/AAAAAAAADok/tkxsMP2mKpU/s320/img0032sh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I meant to tell that my love, or rather my undying interest for cookies was infused back when I was only seven. I used to copy down recipes and recipes of cookies that I find appealing to my seven-year-old pair of eyes, hoping to bake them with my mom. I was seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMi77sOW1SI/AAAAAAAADos/YKyQbpFEypw/s1600-h/2555848411_685c098969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244648400230995234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMi77sOW1SI/AAAAAAAADos/YKyQbpFEypw/s200/2555848411_685c098969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMi77y60YXI/AAAAAAAADo0/L_eKRL9NdfM/s1600-h/chocochip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244648402028093810" style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMi77y60YXI/AAAAAAAADo0/L_eKRL9NdfM/s200/chocochip.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, it comes in the most ubiquitous name of Famous Amos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8747218041759625695?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8747218041759625695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8747218041759625695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8747218041759625695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8747218041759625695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/cookies-and-dream.html' title='Cookies and Dream'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMi5shPR_2I/AAAAAAAADok/tkxsMP2mKpU/s72-c/img0032sh5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2386799487859851155</id><published>2008-09-10T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:02:37.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word has it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMfTOgH0YYI/AAAAAAAADn8/VWx4MYwN6xc/s1600-h/2555848411_685c098969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392537190588802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMfTOgH0YYI/AAAAAAAADn8/VWx4MYwN6xc/s400/2555848411_685c098969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: He really like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Penelope: No, mom, he really didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: No! He didn't like your nose, that's what he didn't like. You're not your nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Penelope: Well, it IS my nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-2386799487859851155?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2386799487859851155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2386799487859851155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2386799487859851155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2386799487859851155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-has-it.html' title='word has it'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMfTOgH0YYI/AAAAAAAADn8/VWx4MYwN6xc/s72-c/2555848411_685c098969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4178134192872981474</id><published>2008-09-10T00:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:12:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that of no rewinds and playbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244060441919271058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMalMA1GsJI/AAAAAAAADmc/EaENfRyKj20/s400/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMan2pTP_rI/AAAAAAAADnU/bbrCrDgPSSY/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063373360889522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMan2pTP_rI/AAAAAAAADnU/bbrCrDgPSSY/s320/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMan2xB5cJI/AAAAAAAADnc/NByIZDqX8MA/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063375435591826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMan2xB5cJI/AAAAAAAADnc/NByIZDqX8MA/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SManYgxv1MI/AAAAAAAADnM/VLJEEH2km6I/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062855676810434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SManYgxv1MI/AAAAAAAADnM/VLJEEH2km6I/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMeBGmskL3I/AAAAAAAADnk/mToj8zQ6BLs/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SManYav8DjI/AAAAAAAADnE/HAT1Rizelig/s1600-h/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062854058610226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SManYav8DjI/AAAAAAAADnE/HAT1Rizelig/s320/DSC00484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMeBG_od2qI/AAAAAAAADns/rtnRXzyL2fM/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244302248256592546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMeBG_od2qI/AAAAAAAADns/rtnRXzyL2fM/s320/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMeBGmskL3I/AAAAAAAADnk/mToj8zQ6BLs/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244302241562898290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMeBGmskL3I/AAAAAAAADnk/mToj8zQ6BLs/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The iftar at Marina Food Loft, the surprise on Esplanade's rooftop, the jokes and laughters shared on the stairs by the bay. Last night was a special night to be remembered. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4178134192872981474?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4178134192872981474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4178134192872981474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4178134192872981474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4178134192872981474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-of-no-rewinds-and-playbacks.html' title='that of no rewinds and playbacks'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMalMA1GsJI/AAAAAAAADmc/EaENfRyKj20/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8192007492325835563</id><published>2008-09-07T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:54:57.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matters of their hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boys stink! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Period.&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/1034002068735345644-8192007492325835563?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8192007492325835563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8192007492325835563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8192007492325835563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8192007492325835563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/matters-of-their-hearts.html' title='matters of their hearts'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1965494294584925476</id><published>2008-09-05T23:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:40:25.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zipped mouth</title><content type='html'>I meant for the previous post to be privatised. I don't know what compelled me to publicised it for there are a few unknown readers lurking in this space and I don't want any unnecessary speculations to be made prior to the said post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh no, I am definitely not worried if my mom knows about it because she knows about this way before you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a different note, I was unable to send Filza off to Brisbane last two days because of work. But I did get to say goodbye to her online. If that even counts, because by then she has already settled herself in Australia. Nevertheless, here is a group photo that got her University mates envious. Why? Because they thought she is lucky to have friends like these crazy bunch. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242561203011213746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMFRo0q6WbI/AAAAAAAADHs/ZrTjxu8FR8k/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-1965494294584925476?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1965494294584925476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1965494294584925476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1965494294584925476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1965494294584925476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/zipped-mouth.html' title='zipped mouth'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SMFRo0q6WbI/AAAAAAAADHs/ZrTjxu8FR8k/s72-c/DSC_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6976547252137608492</id><published>2008-09-03T12:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:41:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, no matter how exhausted I am coming to work from school in the morning, I always feel happy at the end of each day. My colleagues - old and new - never fail to brighten up my day with their craziness, or when they surprise me from behind, or when they cheer up upon seeing me when just seconds ago I saw that their face was expressionless. I bet they are stressed out too, like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832232841069474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL66pLKvQ6I/AAAAAAAADGc/5XbTkxYYwyQ/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jolicia and Shila &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL67FItlWuI/AAAAAAAADHE/_ZDA4d7xYsU/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832713218251490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL67FItlWuI/AAAAAAAADHE/_ZDA4d7xYsU/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL67EwKgELI/AAAAAAAADG8/Z3iszptztKU/s1600-h/22072008(001)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832706628653234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL67EwKgELI/AAAAAAAADG8/Z3iszptztKU/s320/22072008(001)-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis, whom I rarely see now and who is dearly missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832239997760818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL66pl1BtTI/AAAAAAAADGs/ZIBZ-VxqHFI/s400/DSC00438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farah, Kina and Baizura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832244420388450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL66p2TdpmI/AAAAAAAADG0/XdqMAbsce4g/s400/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lizah, who just left :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241647293995221730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL4ScUR5AuI/AAAAAAAADGM/NBfujPEXl9o/s400/1_675958358l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The crazy bunch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-6976547252137608492?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6976547252137608492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6976547252137608492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6976547252137608492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6976547252137608492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/ordinary-world.html' title='ordinary world'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL66pLKvQ6I/AAAAAAAADGc/5XbTkxYYwyQ/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2421430241481462786</id><published>2008-09-02T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:27:32.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret sealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241397987219905218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL0vswKwmsI/AAAAAAAADFo/5ZokiHQj0P8/s400/longchamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Long&lt;em&gt;waytogo&lt;/em&gt;Champ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just bought another Bonia handbag for my mother for her birthday in October. It was an impulse purchase, I swear! The sales auntie is so influential, really. Within minutes upon seeing the bag, she rope me into paying a down-payment and collect it once my mid-month pay is in. Just in time for Raya, mom. Crossing my fingers that she'll like it. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-2421430241481462786?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2421430241481462786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2421430241481462786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2421430241481462786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2421430241481462786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/olalola.html' title='secret sealed'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SL0vswKwmsI/AAAAAAAADFo/5ZokiHQj0P8/s72-c/longchamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5864580623806728126</id><published>2008-09-01T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:24:36.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And even if this ain't the right light, you're prettier than anything that I'd write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although it seems like the whole world is conspiring to make your life a tough one, it's actually not the case. If only you could stop for a second and look around you, then you can see that we are actually more worried about you than we are mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With that said, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5864580623806728126?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5864580623806728126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5864580623806728126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5864580623806728126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5864580623806728126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-even-if-this-aint-right-light-youre.html' title='And even if this ain&apos;t the right light, you&apos;re prettier than anything that I&apos;d write'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6057870302369634322</id><published>2008-08-31T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:32:34.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The silver tint of the clouds of doubt cleared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLlc4DAjYsI/AAAAAAAADFg/2pwRvPCHD2c/s1600-h/1_100256715l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240321759372337858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLlc4DAjYsI/AAAAAAAADFg/2pwRvPCHD2c/s400/1_100256715l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Fizzy, with loads of love, Happy 18TH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's rock our swinging single lives on the tenth. &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/1034002068735345644-6057870302369634322?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6057870302369634322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6057870302369634322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6057870302369634322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6057870302369634322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/silver-tint-of-clouds-of-doubt-cleared.html' title='The silver tint of the clouds of doubt cleared'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLlc4DAjYsI/AAAAAAAADFg/2pwRvPCHD2c/s72-c/1_100256715l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3064162992664855505</id><published>2008-08-30T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:04:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe is wider than our views of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304169916606114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLlM4NLgpqI/AAAAAAAADFA/z9QcG5ClMJM/s400/DSC01090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah, you. Katil ni lawa you. Nanti kite beli okay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304172448948978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLlM4WnRIvI/AAAAAAAADFI/SKTQS4-YB2g/s400/DSC01092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304176892048562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLlM4nKldLI/AAAAAAAADFQ/S6Y3nODTeLo/s400/DSC01091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today, it rained. I was better off in bed catching up on my non-existent sleep but my draggy feet brought me to the showers and the next thing I know, I was on my way to meet four of my lovely friends for a short briefing of the ROW we're volunteering for in the month of fasting. We left the briefing half-way though to our respective location. Sheila to her friends, Erni to her boyfriend and the three of us to Ikea. We had fun catching up and revealing things that were supposed to be kept privy to any tingling ears. Indeed, looks (and position) are deceiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you Raudah for the lunch treat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3064162992664855505?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3064162992664855505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3064162992664855505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3064162992664855505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3064162992664855505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-at-ikea.html' title='The universe is wider than our views of it'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLlM4NLgpqI/AAAAAAAADFA/z9QcG5ClMJM/s72-c/DSC01090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-430687154735767764</id><published>2008-08-30T01:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:50:23.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of rain and having fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The perk of having a friend working in Sentosa is that you are allowed free admission into all the attractions in Sentosa. In this case, Sha is one of the Sentosa Rangers. For all the joy and happiness that we encountered that day, we owed it to ShaErni. With that said, I would like to express my utmost gratitude to them and to Einn and Sheila too for making Thursday happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988800679440914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLguDTOF8hI/AAAAAAAADCI/FWC4Ng9p06s/s400/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990309637028962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgvbIhnfGI/AAAAAAAADDQ/9zxh_BBZXnE/s400/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988801094340546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLguDUxAz8I/AAAAAAAADCA/jzLmAtk_ZTg/s400/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLg_w7x1EAI/AAAAAAAADE4/nG5Ofsl8WWM/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988807445267042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLguDsbMQmI/AAAAAAAADCQ/xWROv5ZPggs/s400/cHeEz%210068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988804366596674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLguDg9LekI/AAAAAAAADCY/SsMZHIZsuiM/s400/cHeEz%210071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993864165743906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgyqCLTXSI/AAAAAAAADEY/Pj-yMBx0erc/s400/cHeEz%210092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988815445330034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLguEKOjiHI/AAAAAAAADCg/uDhmqrvrATk/s400/cHeEz%210084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993850595572498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgypPn6-xI/AAAAAAAADEI/aNkOdt5izPw/s400/cHeEz%210085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993855778331586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgypi7lm8I/AAAAAAAADEQ/Jtj54S5vRI0/s400/cHeEz%210086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993871677714802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgyqeKS8XI/AAAAAAAADEg/-tG72NgtJl0/s400/cHeEz%210103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgzWWKQNYI/AAAAAAAADEo/v71Ndw8iTi0/s1600-h/cHeEz%210105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239994625444296066" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgzWWKQNYI/AAAAAAAADEo/v71Ndw8iTi0/s320/cHeEz%210105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgzXJngh0I/AAAAAAAADEw/-VngvtitRo4/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239994639257208642" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgzXJngh0I/AAAAAAAADEw/-VngvtitRo4/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLg_w7x1EAI/AAAAAAAADE4/nG5Ofsl8WWM/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990325274898114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgvcCx-bsI/AAAAAAAADDo/FFWKUDQoyrU/s400/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990329929944818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLgvcUH0zvI/AAAAAAAADDw/AEUGyk6XlGo/s400/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I personally think Songs of the Sea is the best attraction in Sentosa. I would love to visit there again and be awed by the various water and light performances spread for the audiences. Oh, this cool DigiCamer uncle take great photos. He captured ours with the sunset at the background and the outcome was amazing. If it didn't cost a hundred bucks for the five of us, we would have bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we all had fun on this day. ShaErni bought a keychain for all of us as a token of appreciation for coming. Ironic isn't it when we are supposed to be giving them? But that's just them - always generous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLg_w7x1EAI/AAAAAAAADE4/nG5Ofsl8WWM/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLg_w7x1EAI/AAAAAAAADE4/nG5Ofsl8WWM/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240008276358533122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to a weekend of revisions and no work and, no school (for five days straight). ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idawithlove.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ For more pictures ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&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/1034002068735345644-430687154735767764?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/430687154735767764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=430687154735767764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/430687154735767764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/430687154735767764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/perk-of-having-friend-working-in.html' title='of rain and having fun'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLguDTOF8hI/AAAAAAAADCI/FWC4Ng9p06s/s72-c/DSC00442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7668107472465363865</id><published>2008-08-28T09:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:00:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestari Award 2008</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to be posted right after it ended, but being the procrastinator that I am, it is posted a week prior to the event. Better than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, Bestari Award is an award given to 45 top Malay/Muslim students in ITE who excels in their academic and CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377326554387842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYB60mClYI/AAAAAAAAC_4/6e5BlqaCKQM/s400/IMG-5745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the registration booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377324279782034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYB6sHu2pI/AAAAAAAAC_o/93X76HeGU1k/s400/IMG-5741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nadia Shafeena and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377318636802418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYB6XGV0XI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/zos5fnxLhuk/s400/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My classmates, Yana and Yati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377320942157170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYB6fr-vXI/AAAAAAAAC_g/fqSPc_mQFZ0/s400/IMG-5735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Campus mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377321636072610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYB6iRbDKI/AAAAAAAAC_w/adZE97hQUPE/s400/IMG-5742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ushers for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239378130304891122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCpmzF-PI/AAAAAAAADAw/6i5I5q2nz0I/s400/IMG-6457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bITE girls with bITE chairman, Hasni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239381274323833042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYFgnLn0NI/AAAAAAAADBQ/UgdHtRHVom8/s400/IMG-6158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Emcees, Suria and Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239381283369030562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYFhI4Kk6I/AAAAAAAADBw/z99b0jpH5ls/s400/IMG-6161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adlinah's killer pumps worn by Suria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239381280788039970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYFg_QzySI/AAAAAAAADBg/0R0xGE5M34o/s400/IMG-6064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Percussionists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYSJCwLl9I/AAAAAAAADB4/XsrVQOfj9yQ/s1600-h/IMG-6117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYSJCwLl9I/AAAAAAAADB4/XsrVQOfj9yQ/s400/IMG-6117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239395163059230674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377714145312146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCRYe6vZI/AAAAAAAADAA/visGn8qqxcI/s400/IMG-5775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Among the student audiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239378136998578754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCp_u_ikI/AAAAAAAADBI/VdbE2qu1nhY/s400/IMG-6302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ridhwan, 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239381273200929090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYFgi_5qUI/AAAAAAAADBY/JdCfO4p61hg/s400/IMG-6280.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ridhwan receiving the Most Outstanding Student Award by Minister Grace Fu, accompanied by 4PM's President Mr Izzudin Taherally and MP Zaky Mohd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239378133635117538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCpzNFMeI/AAAAAAAADBA/OPUTPGNBvUI/s400/IMG-6330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Award Recipients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377719071062434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCRq1TuaI/AAAAAAAADAg/9DAW-JMd_JU/s400/IMG-5929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Publicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCRfRdL5I/AAAAAAAADAI/dDCMQJT9kX0/s1600-h/IMG-5854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377715967897490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCRfRdL5I/AAAAAAAADAI/dDCMQJT9kX0/s400/IMG-5854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bITE Mascots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCRZlF4XI/AAAAAAAADAQ/JDPaNkPEFGA/s1600-h/IMG-5862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377714439643506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCRZlF4XI/AAAAAAAADAQ/JDPaNkPEFGA/s400/IMG-5862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Senior Citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377716393248194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCRg23hcI/AAAAAAAADAY/J7TZ1sm-A24/s400/IMG-5902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Logistics Zan, Taufik, Khai and shit, I don't know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239378133673139202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYCpzWJXAI/AAAAAAAADA4/thHn4I_1j4c/s400/IMG-6490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The whole bITE Committee striking a pose for mementos of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-7668107472465363865?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7668107472465363865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7668107472465363865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7668107472465363865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7668107472465363865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-was-supposed-to-be-posted-right.html' title='Bestari Award 2008'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLYB60mClYI/AAAAAAAAC_4/6e5BlqaCKQM/s72-c/IMG-5745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3650949182152243054</id><published>2008-08-26T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:00:00.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLK3ng3WCkI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/JCX2y19Df0c/s1600-h/effan023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451206050155074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLK3ng3WCkI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/JCX2y19Df0c/s400/effan023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Fifteenth(&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;) Birthday, my dear talented sister. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3650949182152243054?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3650949182152243054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3650949182152243054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3650949182152243054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3650949182152243054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-wishes.html' title='well wishes'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SLK3ng3WCkI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/JCX2y19Df0c/s72-c/effan023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3788136850280377116</id><published>2008-08-25T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:51:29.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weak heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm very worried for myself. Lately, I've been getting 'heart attacks' from very minor situations. Like today, when Sheila placed her hands on my shoulder like she usually does or when my phone vibrates in my pocket or on the table. If it helps, I feel as if I have taken a plunge from the highest level to the ground below and then being pulled up again. The same feeling when you are riding on a roller coaster and it suddenly drop from the highest peak;  as if you left your heart at the peak while your body goes on a thrilling ride downwards. Breathless for a second, weak in the knees, and then you just feel like shouting in relief and cry, to make you feel any better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only, I have to deal with this sensation every five seconds because I get perturbed easily now. I hope it's nothing serious. If this goes on, I may have to pay a visit to the doctor to check if I have any heart problems. Gee, I'm only eighteen. I want to live a proper life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3788136850280377116?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3788136850280377116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3788136850280377116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3788136850280377116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3788136850280377116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/weak-heart.html' title='A weak heart'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8741950036453961547</id><published>2008-08-22T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:21:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the old and new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SK7jFETT8YI/AAAAAAAAC_I/It68gtGXAzA/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237373092872057218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SK7jFETT8YI/AAAAAAAAC_I/It68gtGXAzA/s400/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the old and new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson &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/1034002068735345644-8741950036453961547?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8741950036453961547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8741950036453961547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8741950036453961547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8741950036453961547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-and-new.html' title='the old and new'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SK7jFETT8YI/AAAAAAAAC_I/It68gtGXAzA/s72-c/DSC00405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7863574563217676267</id><published>2008-08-18T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:59:57.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours of love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SKl14aEgCKI/AAAAAAAAC_A/TViRErDWDRg/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235845653726234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SKl14aEgCKI/AAAAAAAAC_A/TViRErDWDRg/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our search for a maroon top for my event this Thursday proves to be in vain. Couldn't believe that we couldn't find a single decent maroon top that is not auntie-like, or without too many frills and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whatnot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Syera&lt;/span&gt; for asking me out or we'll both be busy drowning our heads in stack of books and assignments to even spare a few hours for each other. Still, I can't believe you manage to purchase that gladiators within the mere ten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; I was away to the toilet -  for the umpteenth time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love today, love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-7863574563217676267?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7863574563217676267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7863574563217676267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7863574563217676267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7863574563217676267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/colours-of-love.html' title='colours of love..'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SKl14aEgCKI/AAAAAAAAC_A/TViRErDWDRg/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8706260846185378754</id><published>2008-08-18T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:19:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burying the hatchet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I relented, and gave in to my fear of rejection and did what I think is right. The response made me tear; tears of joy. At last, I am freed. From the pressure, the unnecessary speculation, the misjudgement and the hatred buried deep in the blackest of hearts and, I forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's easy to hate someone so much, but to forgive; that takes a lot of courage on your part, but I did it. I did it. Have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8706260846185378754?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8706260846185378754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8706260846185378754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8706260846185378754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8706260846185378754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/burying-hatchet.html' title='Burying the hatchet'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3199136602123996369</id><published>2008-08-17T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:51:32.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been transiting from haven of happiness to a place where people are spurting with unrestrained wrath; and then back again to the place where most of us are comfortable with. Or maybe I am halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sufian did a quick palmistry on me in the train yesterday. I was amazed at how accurate all his readings were. Do you know that the lines on our hand changes daily with how we think? An intriguing fact that was rendered on to me from the amateur palmist. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among the readings that he could decipher from my palms is that I think too much. Which is what I have been doing for the past few days. I think, I think, and then I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But how does one not think too much about things? Things that border on broken relationships and huge ego. I can give in; I will give in if it is for the better of things. I may be a person who holds true to her rights, but I won't let the selfish side of me take control of the situation. It will only lead to the destruction of something I have been trying to amend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you Sheila for lending me your shoulders to cry on. I owe you one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235344419994098914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SKeuAw6SXOI/AAAAAAAAC-4/1OBVVd8SMaU/s400/Kepadawye001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3199136602123996369?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3199136602123996369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3199136602123996369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3199136602123996369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3199136602123996369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who am i?'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SKeuAw6SXOI/AAAAAAAAC-4/1OBVVd8SMaU/s72-c/Kepadawye001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2469495487130771269</id><published>2008-08-15T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:45:54.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>state of confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the little things won't bother me anymore. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-2469495487130771269?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2469495487130771269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2469495487130771269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2469495487130771269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2469495487130771269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/state-of-confusion.html' title='state of confusion'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4941865441654825055</id><published>2008-08-14T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:40:42.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we whine, we stay behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been feeling all that good, you know. I am even thinking of quitting blogging altogether since I don't have much time for it now anyway. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As expected, due to countless amount of time spent slaving at work and for my non-paying job as a volunteer, my studies at school are suffering. That and if I fail yet another Evaluation tomorrow, my driving lessons too. Worst, all these stress are beginning to put a strain on the relationship I have with people around me, especially with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't expect people to understand you all the time. Even if they are your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4941865441654825055?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4941865441654825055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4941865441654825055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4941865441654825055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4941865441654825055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-we-whine-we-stay-behind.html' title='When we whine, we stay behind'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4642726363681296890</id><published>2008-08-10T23:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:58:07.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestari Induction 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd August, 10am, East Coast Park &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8XHE1ZRYI/AAAAAAAAC-o/m5ObfdPywRE/s1600-h/IMG-2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232926702352024962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8XHE1ZRYI/AAAAAAAAC-o/m5ObfdPywRE/s400/IMG-2625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aji, Raudah, Suria and Azlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232924986679771410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8VjNdQQRI/AAAAAAAAC8w/0UMqz7RFTIE/s400/1_564983203l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am in-charge of F&amp;amp;B, Nadia for Admin for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925573406300978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WFXLwmzI/AAAAAAAAC9I/rq4gZBUbROg/s400/1_858394290l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Aji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925579489191570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WFt2CJpI/AAAAAAAAC9g/RAc63GTIHUw/s400/IMG-2826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia, Nuun, Aden and Liyana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925579764386210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WFu3pSaI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/BPELon1o95c/s400/IMG-2725.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hasif and Aji, who insist on tailgating my dad's car all the way home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos he doesn't know the way back to Bukit Batok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baru bawak motor katekan. PIE pon die panggil ERP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232924990542169026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8Vjb2Hw8I/AAAAAAAAC9A/AHW_nh-OFsA/s400/1_793242560l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sufian, who resembles someone from my past. Haihzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232926160192306770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WnhIcflI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/Ljn-SxiFnTI/s400/IMG-3133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925583266865490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WF76s4VI/AAAAAAAAC9o/RJc7-J07ZEE/s400/IMG-2948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925911826682802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WZD5d07I/AAAAAAAAC9w/kUEbGT_gPaM/s400/IMG-2950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925917127949298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WZXpYu_I/AAAAAAAAC94/MoiO6XQrTHg/s400/IMG-2960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232926699040059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8XG4fwsRI/AAAAAAAAC-g/b0uI9AtTtrM/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925577196306594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WFlTXgKI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/OVDdSudV4qs/s400/IMG-2824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925915529126114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WZRsMoOI/AAAAAAAAC-I/DQ3M5FfVrWM/s400/IMG-3022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925915836105394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WZS1YwrI/AAAAAAAAC-A/4ArQwmj25PI/s400/IMG-3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232925922551729602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8WZr2hDcI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/FZnq5s2P6qs/s400/IMG-3031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hasni and Shahrill&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232924981935884882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8Vi7yOSlI/AAAAAAAAC8g/UgJJni_jIgE/s400/1_100263572l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang penting&lt;/em&gt;, BITEs... haha inside joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232924986874261842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8VjOLn8VI/AAAAAAAAC8o/RIb0IJ50Trs/s400/1_132899741l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232924991055879586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8VjdwmXaI/AAAAAAAAC84/J3ZZFnCZboM/s400/1_731475509l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last group shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The briefing was a success though not many attended, but that was expected. I wish for days like this to come again, where everyone enjoy themselves after weeks of hard work. Just having fun with each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, now I need to crack my head on what to wear for the award day itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4642726363681296890?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4642726363681296890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4642726363681296890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4642726363681296890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4642726363681296890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/bestari-induction-2008.html' title='Bestari Induction 2008'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ8XHE1ZRYI/AAAAAAAAC-o/m5ObfdPywRE/s72-c/IMG-2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-233383436910967947</id><published>2008-08-09T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:29:05.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on why he never really left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss you a lot, that's probably why. But I won't take any chances anymore. I rather sit and watch from where I am, while you soak in the joyous celebration ensuing your parade this evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't see you, but I am so proud of you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-233383436910967947?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/233383436910967947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=233383436910967947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/233383436910967947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/233383436910967947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-why-he-never-really-left.html' title='on why he never really left'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-9080828556046455412</id><published>2008-08-09T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:36:29.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On who matters most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495657390356738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ2PE9OGuQI/AAAAAAAAC8I/u78K4vo3UOo/s400/Our4thYear012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After dinner together on the 8th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495665535838866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ2PFbkI6pI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/WLTjAF47CHQ/s400/P1010705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495671008264258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ2PFv83gEI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/DLvpaAjNnPk/s400/P1010706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kak Yatie &amp;amp; Abg Azhar who got married on the 080808. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-9080828556046455412?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/9080828556046455412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=9080828556046455412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9080828556046455412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9080828556046455412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-who-matters-most.html' title='On who matters most'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJ2PE9OGuQI/AAAAAAAAC8I/u78K4vo3UOo/s72-c/Our4thYear012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3769228790109173087</id><published>2008-08-08T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:09:29.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080808</title><content type='html'>Various games and stalls were put up by a few CCA committes in school today in commeration of National Day tommorrow. The players from netball, basketball and soccer respectively have their own matches to play, but it was the soccer game that had the most spectators today. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232016565952895042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJvbWKiU2EI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/bnQgZ8K3zBA/s400/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Home United &lt;strong&gt;VS.&lt;/strong&gt; ITE CC&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232016565659655090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJvbWJcaW7I/AAAAAAAAC7Y/Pf65xOoD4eg/s400/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232017586311818706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJvcRjq2bdI/AAAAAAAAC7o/pahFwU5rHWE/s400/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lionel Lewis&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232055617203150530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJv-3Px7HsI/AAAAAAAAC7w/3enXA6jvF6w/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yati &amp;amp; Yana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy 19th Yati! Hope you like the cupcake we bought for you as a last-minute present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everyone noticed the change in the atmosphere of our campus for the past year. Suddenly, our campus is this one vibrant and happening campus in comparison to the boring, old campus at the beginning of last year. If you don't know, my campus was once known for being the most disciplined campus in ITE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I will surely miss life in ITE once I graduate from there, which fortunately won't be soon. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3769228790109173087?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3769228790109173087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3769228790109173087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3769228790109173087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3769228790109173087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='080808'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJvbWKiU2EI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/bnQgZ8K3zBA/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8651026284325431573</id><published>2008-08-08T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:12:19.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was one of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've put many things on hold for 4PM, but I did so out of sincerity and one of the reasons for the pleasure of being in 4Pm is the people I work with. I am pleased to share with you the company I've been around with for the past months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231822366426379522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJsquQ7JtQI/AAAAAAAAC6w/NSjAYZrVXJQ/s400/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnSIkMMWCBk&amp;amp;color1=2312448&amp;amp;color2=5152256&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnSIkMMWCBk&amp;color1=2312448&amp;color2=5152256&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2ms4vc-qK4&amp;amp;color1=2312448&amp;amp;color2=5152256&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2ms4vc-qK4&amp;color1=2312448&amp;color2=5152256&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can never stop laughing when I'm around them (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8651026284325431573?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8651026284325431573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8651026284325431573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8651026284325431573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8651026284325431573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-one-of-us.html' title='I was one of us'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJsquQ7JtQI/AAAAAAAAC6w/NSjAYZrVXJQ/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2580653161008841962</id><published>2008-08-05T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:55:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if it breaks your neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I fantasized about getting a nap once I reached home from school, but the offer to accompany Shahrill for his segment on air was just too tempting to resist. So I relented and met him an hour later, with him looking no less like the &lt;em&gt;DJ Pelajar&lt;/em&gt; who is supposed to look presentable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nasib baik bukan DJ Pelajar Contoh. Itu part aku da tak tau ape nak cakap."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJh1rMXtVgI/AAAAAAAAC6I/PcPVox8xwis/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231060352106321410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJh1rMXtVgI/AAAAAAAAC6I/PcPVox8xwis/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Selekeh nak mampos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJh1rlJ3jGI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/yg-O34Um8lw/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231060358759156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJh1rlJ3jGI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/yg-O34Um8lw/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In her place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJh1saNWSMI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/cJpFXAKrCHU/s1600-h/Clicks012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231060373000833218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJh1saNWSMI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/cJpFXAKrCHU/s400/Clicks012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nona Kirana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was an experience walking into the studio of the radio station I've been listening to. What an unexpected day today was, but thanks nevertheless to you Shahrill. You did a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....... It just struck me I sat in the same chair Taufik Batisah sat. HAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-2580653161008841962?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2580653161008841962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2580653161008841962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2580653161008841962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2580653161008841962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-if-it-breaks-your-neck.html' title='Even if it breaks your neck'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJh1rMXtVgI/AAAAAAAAC6I/PcPVox8xwis/s72-c/DSC00308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7529293769690695849</id><published>2008-08-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:06:36.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story behind everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise wouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mitch Albom, For One More Day&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/1034002068735345644-7529293769690695849?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7529293769690695849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7529293769690695849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7529293769690695849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7529293769690695849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-behind-everything.html' title='a story behind everything'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5466539823342496814</id><published>2008-08-04T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:22:11.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere else but here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am in a place where I feel the most comfortable being myself. I don't want to budge from this place, because I am a happy person like this. Where I can receive an overwhelming amount of love from people who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knowing me, I am very conscious of how I bring myself to others. Although half the time it looks like people give a damn about my appearance, the truth is they don't and I forget that all the time. I'm not the most confident person on Earth but I think I should congratulate myself for not resorting to depression of any sort just because I don't look like any of the 'perfect' models in magazines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I've self-abstain myself from drinking any types of gas drink for weeks now, prefering to down a bottle of Evian instead, or my favourite Green Tea. It's not a difficult challenge since I am not much of a fan of gas drink in the first place. Some people I know cannot live without gas drink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5466539823342496814?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5466539823342496814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5466539823342496814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5466539823342496814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5466539823342496814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/nowhere-else-but-here.html' title='nowhere else but here'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-496932952995224547</id><published>2008-08-01T10:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:27:52.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Zipcode is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGxchXYuEZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGxchXYuEZo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The famous opening credits of 90210 still sticks in my mind after all these years. I still remember admiring Jason Priestly and Luke Perry and Brian Austin Green as a child, because of their charming good looks. Even though I don't understand then what the soap drama is all about, I remembered that I love to sit and watch Brenda and Brandon Walsh, and their friends . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The new spinoff of 90210 is not comparable to the previous one but I'll give them a chance and go watch it. But I still miss the good ol' Beverly days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-496932952995224547?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/496932952995224547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=496932952995224547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/496932952995224547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/496932952995224547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/favourite-zipcoce-is-back.html' title='Favourite Zipcode is back'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1761678880262156482</id><published>2008-07-31T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:04:29.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding growth among those who disagree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228847395790118642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJCZALrL3vI/AAAAAAAAC5w/bWvfogkPhzw/s400/IMG_2480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228847404459103202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJCZAr-CE-I/AAAAAAAAC54/dzg7C7mtezw/s400/IMG_2422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is what I have been up to for the past few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't take it anymore; I dozed off in class almost all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-1761678880262156482?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1761678880262156482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1761678880262156482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1761678880262156482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1761678880262156482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/finding-growth-among-those-who-disagree.html' title='finding growth among those who disagree'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SJCZALrL3vI/AAAAAAAAC5w/bWvfogkPhzw/s72-c/IMG_2480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-828889216663360860</id><published>2008-07-27T19:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:29:57.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>billie jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIxjJAzJpOI/AAAAAAAAC5g/3Aqa7hjbfr0/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227662273954817250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIxjJAzJpOI/AAAAAAAAC5g/3Aqa7hjbfr0/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shahrill&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Nadia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shafeena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Discussion over brunch today with my lovely friends, after which we went to Giant to compare prices for next week's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bestari&lt;/span&gt; Award Induction cum BBQ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent my Saturday watching Michael Jackson perform on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. I miss him. I'm not weird. If I am, so are the other 300 million people worldwide. If that makes us weird, then you are weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fast fact: During his HIStory World Tour a decade ago, the security will choose one girl at every country at random to share an intimate moment with the King of Pop on stage. The following girl in the video is just one of them. She is from Munich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9DDTiPzJCk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9DDTiPzJCk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would die to be in that girl's shoes. Don't forget, he's the one guy that can make any girl of any race or religion cry with his performance, even though half the time those girls don't understand what he is singing. Such magnificence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-828889216663360860?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/828889216663360860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=828889216663360860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/828889216663360860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/828889216663360860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/discussion-over-brunch-today-with-my.html' title='billie jean'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIxjJAzJpOI/AAAAAAAAC5g/3Aqa7hjbfr0/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6544983965187065167</id><published>2008-07-26T15:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:52:03.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIrTxHxmgxI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/ifHrEqQba2Y/s1600-h/200px-Bucket_list_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227223158371025682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIrTxHxmgxI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/ifHrEqQba2Y/s400/200px-Bucket_list_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I envy people who have faith, I just can't get my head around it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe because your head's in the way.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life isn't easy, but people can still be wonderful. Even if they'd had it tough, it was still possible because hurt and loss and neglect can mould the best person and give them a strength that they might not have had otherwise. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those aren't my words, but it is a good pick-me-up for those having a few troubles of the heart or mind. I thought of getting my Caramel Frappe (thank god for Starbucks which is a few walking distance away from home) but I am glad now I didn't. Well, I better not if I want to buy a new handphone AND go to Bangkok!&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/1034002068735345644-6544983965187065167?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6544983965187065167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6544983965187065167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6544983965187065167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6544983965187065167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-live-we-die-and-wheels-on-bus-go.html' title='We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIrTxHxmgxI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/ifHrEqQba2Y/s72-c/200px-Bucket_list_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4891252146113372412</id><published>2008-07-25T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:58:10.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at least it's something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, if someone were to tell me God has a better plan for me after the series of downturns I've been facing, I think I might just believe them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure most of you have been entertained by story of my phone dropping into the toilet bowl. The good news that emerge from this amusing situation is I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to fork out a single cent for the repair service because apparently, the speaker is beyond repair. Switching to a new phone is the wisest solution for this problem, but I will execute that plan in the following months to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What I kept privy to most of you is that I actually lost my phone's memory card and my favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DKNY&lt;/span&gt; watch on the same day. It's like adding insult to injury. That explains why I haven't been myself these days - it's just too much loss at such a short period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, the same day I discover I need not pay for my repair charges, I also found out that someone found my memory card lying on the floor in the office at work. And yes, my sister found my watch too. I can't help but be thankful that at least, both of my precious stuffs are back in my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You bet I am going to be more careful in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a different note, guess who walked into 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PM's&lt;/span&gt; training room while we were having our meeting? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIntzugJYbI/AAAAAAAAC5I/_NMv1o244VU/s1600-h/DSC00820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226970315452146098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIntzugJYbI/AAAAAAAAC5I/_NMv1o244VU/s400/DSC00820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Norfa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bai&lt;/span&gt; in our training room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their dinner were actually held right in front of 4PM, so no doubt we were like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jakonese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when Coach Raddy smiled at us. Nadia literally gaped at the sight of the Singapore players as they walked past us. I know they are not the Brazilians that people have been raving about these days, but it's not an everyday sight right?&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/1034002068735345644-4891252146113372412?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4891252146113372412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4891252146113372412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4891252146113372412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4891252146113372412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-least-its-something.html' title='at least it&apos;s something'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIntzugJYbI/AAAAAAAAC5I/_NMv1o244VU/s72-c/DSC00820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-9218438681611510644</id><published>2008-07-25T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:21:46.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you smile, makes you cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226614555672640482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIiqPyDA--I/AAAAAAAAC5A/ZjXEcQhgzCA/s400/Hot_stuff!024edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226613913456755826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIipqZm0RHI/AAAAAAAAC44/P0bAtxyDnYQ/s400/Picas016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th year to my bestest friend in the world and her charming knight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-9218438681611510644?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/9218438681611510644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=9218438681611510644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9218438681611510644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/9218438681611510644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-makes-you-smile-makes-you-cry.html' title='what makes you smile, makes you cry'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SIiqPyDA--I/AAAAAAAAC5A/ZjXEcQhgzCA/s72-c/Hot_stuff!024edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6936857550955006904</id><published>2008-07-23T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:52:05.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frowning too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things hasn't been going my way these days and I am not about to complain. I try to take everything in my stride and evade negative thoughts despite receiving stares from people I don't know. It's as if they know that I haven't been myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am suddenly reduced to bankruptcy when I had to send my phone for servicing. You won't believe the amount they charged me, but I relented anyway, for my phone sake. So I have to postpone The Dark Knight till next week. Thanks to all the raves I heard about the movie, I can't wait to catch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I.am.out.of.love.with.all.the.boys.in.the.world. For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-6936857550955006904?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6936857550955006904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6936857550955006904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6936857550955006904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6936857550955006904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/frowning-too-much.html' title='frowning too much'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5483602915478804421</id><published>2008-07-21T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:03:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luckless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SISwHsOhDYI/AAAAAAAAC4w/tPDmeT-QZ94/s1600-h/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495113834237314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SISwHsOhDYI/AAAAAAAAC4w/tPDmeT-QZ94/s400/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Middle,first row. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so dissapointed with myself. Why? Because I dropped my W910i phone into a toilet bowl at BBDC today and until now, the screen just won't display a single thing. Don't laugh, it's not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As of today, I won't bring my handphone into the toilet anymore! I know, a little too late for me to say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To someone who thinks he's a hotstuff, Sheila has a poem for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Santa Claus eat candy floss, eh budak perasan, you can get lost!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5483602915478804421?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5483602915478804421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5483602915478804421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5483602915478804421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5483602915478804421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/luckless.html' title='luckless'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SISwHsOhDYI/AAAAAAAAC4w/tPDmeT-QZ94/s72-c/DSC00033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-498615117038541422</id><published>2008-07-20T14:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:43:40.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applying the brakes on life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Sweden, when one arrives early at work, he parks his car far away from the entrance instead of near it. As explained by one Swedish the reason for this practice, "&lt;em&gt;Whoever gets in late will need a place closer to the entrance&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I migrate to Sweden, then? I want to live in a place where I won’t get caught in the rat race, where for almost the rest of my lives I would be pressurized to do better, look better, act better, deserve better etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where peace and composure resides, where people are not selfish, where society are more accepting and understanding of who you are as a person, where life takes you on a smooth and slow ride, making you appreciate the current instead of getting too caught up in making plans for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the chance to apply my brakes on life these past few days, but being a citizen of a country where you were trained from young to rush for deadlines, to school or to work; the one activity that I think I did apply the aforementioned brakes will be watching hot Hayden Christensen making out with his equally hot girlfriend Rachel Bilson on Jumper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224996936883873138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SILrB-d3pXI/AAAAAAAAC4o/YgYVdo8BnAA/s400/judelawdunhill118182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and you too my love. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-498615117038541422?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/498615117038541422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=498615117038541422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/498615117038541422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/498615117038541422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/applying-brakes-on-life.html' title='Applying the brakes on life'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SILrB-d3pXI/AAAAAAAAC4o/YgYVdo8BnAA/s72-c/judelawdunhill118182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8295011635214304268</id><published>2008-07-19T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:48:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memyselfmine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.memyselfmine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much do we treasure our loved ones? Do we appreciate them enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you be able to stay strong if you were in her shoes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8295011635214304268?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8295011635214304268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8295011635214304268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8295011635214304268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8295011635214304268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/her-hero.html' title='her hero'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5020074438858908453</id><published>2008-07-17T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:27:10.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inset feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SH6sTb39zFI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/hOooA7jsDZ4/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223802067696340050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SH6sTb39zFI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/hOooA7jsDZ4/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my pay yesterday, and I'm not too pleased about the amount received. It got me cracking my head as to how I am going to save for my year-end trip on such little amount of money. Half of my heart is already telling me the trip is not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here we are, all excited about going to Pulau Perhentian even before embarking on our first planned trip to BKK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a totally different note, I stopped smiling at Abang Cina at school. I also stopped contacting Arep because he is such a confusing guy who never fail to confuse me although unfortunately, he is such a funny guy. And I love funny guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There, it's either I am too fussy, or all the boys I know are too quiet, too confusing, too short, too tall, too thin, none who are too fat, drink, smoke, too loud, too problematic, too romantic etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I am going with the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5020074438858908453?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5020074438858908453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5020074438858908453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5020074438858908453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5020074438858908453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/inset-feelings.html' title='inset feelings'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SH6sTb39zFI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/hOooA7jsDZ4/s72-c/DSC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8713218813524813490</id><published>2008-07-15T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:08:09.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best way out is always through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few pictures from the way overdue bridal shower.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256590164741298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHy8Mdt8zLI/AAAAAAAAC4I/UqkkJpDYMX4/s400/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256554181561602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHy8KXq5DQI/AAAAAAAAC3w/HrhrxZEuefI/s400/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256570101024978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHy8LS-YyNI/AAAAAAAAC34/6kYbFdcKWTY/s400/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256576763139202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHy8LrywlII/AAAAAAAAC4A/uIM_SY0cs-w/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bestfriend and Boyfriend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That aside, I should really consider switching my future career plan right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How about a relationship advisor since I've been giving well-meaning advices to my friends about their relationship, or offering tips to my male friends on how to woo a girl, and also lending my pair of ears to their never-ending rants about the candy of their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How come everybody is in love, except for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8713218813524813490?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8713218813524813490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8713218813524813490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8713218813524813490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8713218813524813490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-way-out-is-always-through.html' title='The best way out is always through'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHy8Mdt8zLI/AAAAAAAAC4I/UqkkJpDYMX4/s72-c/DSC00639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5077334298720206571</id><published>2008-07-14T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:00:15.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop in track</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHs9rUDXqII/AAAAAAAAC3o/oqdtLIRX_po/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222836007192733826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHs9rUDXqII/AAAAAAAAC3o/oqdtLIRX_po/s400/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we forget that amid the noise and haste in this world, breathtaking moments like the one pictured above still exist to remind us that not everything in this world, like the way people are treating each other, is ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you can always count on me to stick with you at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5077334298720206571?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5077334298720206571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5077334298720206571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5077334298720206571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5077334298720206571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-in-my-track.html' title='stop in track'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHs9rUDXqII/AAAAAAAAC3o/oqdtLIRX_po/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3541907735819548739</id><published>2008-07-13T21:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:26:42.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parading in traditions and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My weekends were a pleasant wrap-up to my stressful week. Who the hell did Accounts for three straight hours on her first day of school, only to stress herself out? I am glad I got three days off from work to really have fun with my 4PM clans, if not an excuse to recuperate (not)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had lunch at Marina Square's Breeks where I had my fulfilling Fish &amp;amp; Chips, followed by the fireworks, Sheesha at Al-tazzaq and supper at Kampong Glam's Cafe before being escorted home in Boy's hot Honda Fit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222495282673397218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoHyiTmreI/AAAAAAAAC24/Uz022mprm_k/s400/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222497941567530546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoKNTdXZjI/AAAAAAAAC3g/YlLzxxoEmJE/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222497669061843842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoJ9cS8m4I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/dM0l7SyNBpY/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, we attended Raudah's brother's wedding ceremony at Hougang, where again Boy escorted us to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222494130802923106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoGvfQSFmI/AAAAAAAAC2g/PeSF4pNns_c/s400/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's Boy for you. It looks as if he is sleeping, but he is really driving. Sometimes, he drive with one leg crossed over the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He told me this in the car last night, "Once you get your car license, you tell me. I will let you drive my car." Two months since I enrolled to BBDC, that is the first time I felt so encouraged to start my BTL. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222494127732811458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoGvT0T5sI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/lfBOK27Z9BQ/s400/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My two bestfriends in 4PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222494124645238434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoGvIULRqI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/WytyV7YUGhI/s400/DSC00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222494119435149938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoGu05_onI/AAAAAAAAC2I/Aq8xreobFmo/s400/DSC00103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abang-abang power &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We caught Hancock today. Indeed, I paraded around AMK Hub in my Baju Kurong without any sense of embarassment. It's not everyday that you get to put on your traditional clothes anyway. Thanks folks for the two days blast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;See you guys next week. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3541907735819548739?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3541907735819548739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3541907735819548739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3541907735819548739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3541907735819548739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/parading-in-traditions-and-love.html' title='Parading in traditions and love'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHoHyiTmreI/AAAAAAAAC24/Uz022mprm_k/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-2520435464179258675</id><published>2008-07-11T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:38:31.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221421729370529090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHY3Zgmi3UI/AAAAAAAAC1w/x3S4_-SV2cE/s400/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I still know when to stop and take a breather from my very hectic schedule. I haven't lost my sanity in school, work and 4PM. Ironically, I took pleasure in doing all these activities although it tires and stress me out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have a pleasant weekend and another week of fun-filled gatherings to look forward to. I love what I am doing now. I really do. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-2520435464179258675?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2520435464179258675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=2520435464179258675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2520435464179258675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/2520435464179258675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/moment-was-most-you-could-ever-expect.html' title='A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHY3Zgmi3UI/AAAAAAAAC1w/x3S4_-SV2cE/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5467331563061819697</id><published>2008-07-08T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:47:34.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cinta yang sempurna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A video montage done by Kak Syaz (Kakak's bestest friend) for Kak Yatie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dqH8sLdaEk"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dqH8sLdaEk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The song playing is Sempurna by Gita Gutawa. Touching, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-5467331563061819697?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5467331563061819697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5467331563061819697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5467331563061819697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5467331563061819697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/kau-begitu-sempurna.html' title='cinta yang sempurna'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1159507182159596690</id><published>2008-07-07T23:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:41:56.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a brief moment for which you hold forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak Yatie's Surprise Bridal Shower @ Botanic Garden View Apartment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After weeks of planning, things were finally put into place last Sunday. Despite not knowing anyone there, I put aside my hesitations to attend the party to make this event a very special one for Kakak. One that will always stay in her mind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't get a clearer picture of the attendees of the party, so these pictures will do for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220312301408734146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHJGYTYRy8I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/NLbhPFuRYV8/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220312719362573090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHJGwoYPQyI/AAAAAAAAC1o/gbD2AHcK7Es/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220312312243720658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHJGY7vikdI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/827R7QoKHNo/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220312309839748034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHJGYyyY28I/AAAAAAAAC1g/xGnDKlhsWZM/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bride and groom to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220312303428506866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHJGYa51FPI/AAAAAAAAC1I/UCeyMNgQKzU/s400/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Kak Yatie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was initially apprehensive about your decision to marry someone whom you meet on Friendster - someone whom you barely know. Knowing what kind of person you are, I was afraid you will make the wrong decision and eventually dissapoint yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, after knowing who Abang Azhar is, all my doubts dissapear in an instant. You have found yourself a selfless guy, who can accept you for who and what you are. He, who can lead you to the right path and stay beside you during difficult ordeals, and constantly make you happy just by loving you. A respectable man; I am sure he is the right man you have been seeking for all these time. Someone who is different from all the other guys you have dated, and whom I don't agree with too by the way. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will pray for your happiness always, no matter which part of the Earth you are at. I hope you had a good time at the party. I love you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Will upload a video of the couple soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-1159507182159596690?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1159507182159596690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1159507182159596690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1159507182159596690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1159507182159596690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is-brief-moment-for-which-you-hold.html' title='Love is a brief moment for which you hold forever'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SHJGYTYRy8I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/NLbhPFuRYV8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8261716906801045061</id><published>2008-07-06T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:01:27.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the human friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG-3HBJcMeI/AAAAAAAAC1A/TF_5dUwIbJg/s1600-h/jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219591824340693474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG-3HBJcMeI/AAAAAAAAC1A/TF_5dUwIbJg/s400/jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunch break with ShaErni (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I regret my action to you guys the other day. Harsh words were exhanged, tears were involved, guilt was instilled. It was done at an impulse, and I am not usually that impetuous a person. Not anymore, anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I learnt to let go of such bad habits with each passing year. I want to start on a new page in life by just being who I am and not the girl who used to go around pleasing people only to end up being dissapointed with herself. I still struggle to demolish that part of me, but surely over time I will succeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With you guys, I can be whoever I am and not feel afraid of being judged. My days are brightened with the presence of people like you. Forgive me, and you're forgiven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8261716906801045061?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8261716906801045061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8261716906801045061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8261716906801045061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8261716906801045061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/human-friendship.html' title='the human friendship.'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG-3HBJcMeI/AAAAAAAAC1A/TF_5dUwIbJg/s72-c/jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3376080429025802924</id><published>2008-07-05T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:04:14.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where no one can ever replace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG5ObS9v8vI/AAAAAAAAC04/lcy6q1xGnoQ/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219195249023251186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG5ObS9v8vI/AAAAAAAAC04/lcy6q1xGnoQ/s400/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3376080429025802924?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3376080429025802924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3376080429025802924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3376080429025802924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3376080429025802924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-no-one-can-ever-replace.html' title='where no one can ever replace'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG5ObS9v8vI/AAAAAAAAC04/lcy6q1xGnoQ/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-4816253419697300962</id><published>2008-07-04T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:26:20.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met up with my colleagues whose off day is the same as mine. I was pretty hesitant to go initially with my mother's admission into Alexandra, but she assured me to go home and come today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We caught The Strangers, which I almost dozed off half an hour into the show. The story is too mundane for my taste. Too slow. But the actor playing is too good-looking, so whenever I felt like running out of the theatre, I stayed for him. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till death do us part, which is really how we parted, cos he died in the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219014413732834962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG2p9TAwbpI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/F8UAFcmtRbQ/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jolicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219014414542742658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG2p9WB2pII/AAAAAAAAC0Y/hp85ujaicVQ/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219014408639841346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG2p9ACfhEI/AAAAAAAAC0I/grQ-yfzpOBY/s400/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All &lt;em&gt;dress&lt;/em&gt;ed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An impromptu plan to meet Nana and Ban at town for some last-minute shopping for this Sunday, which will be revealed come Sunday. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219014421360048594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG2p9vbOedI/AAAAAAAAC0g/mvsI2dgEVx0/s400/Picas000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good day to all. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-4816253419697300962?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4816253419697300962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=4816253419697300962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4816253419697300962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/4816253419697300962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-step-at-time.html' title='one step at a time'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SG2p9TAwbpI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/F8UAFcmtRbQ/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8687945623132216480</id><published>2008-07-04T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:45:07.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mind is swirling in deep apprehension. I've been doing too much thinking lately, and it's things that I rarely give a thought for that pressures me so much now. Like the day I received my pay; instead of rejoicing the fact that I am hundreds of dollars richer, I sat, staring into space while calculating in my mind the expenses I need to fork out with that money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've also been thinking about my future lately - if I am able to make it to Poly in two years time, if my complexion can get any better (it got worse now that I am constantly flailed into stressful situations), if I have a boyfriend that stays with me, if I am still friends with my friends now etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It weighs me down sometimes, to think things might not go the way I envisioned it to be. And I'm worried for my mother's health. I wonder if I should tell her I am now deemed bankrupt when I visit her at the hospital tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8687945623132216480?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8687945623132216480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8687945623132216480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8687945623132216480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8687945623132216480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/disturbance.html' title='disturbance'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1274094072078651721</id><published>2008-07-03T00:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:19:12.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wherever the flower would grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGu0oiGFooI/AAAAAAAACz4/thNMjrA9FCY/s1600-h/carriebannerfr9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218463201678959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGu0oiGFooI/AAAAAAAACz4/thNMjrA9FCY/s400/carriebannerfr9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am still that girl who dreams too much. The girl who laughs when she is happy, cries when she is sad, frowns when she is displeased and smile when life is going her way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been smiling up till the end of summer. Now that summer is over, it is time to forget the memories I had with them summer flings, and look towards a better future, with more attention and TLC given to myself. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/1034002068735345644-1274094072078651721?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1274094072078651721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1274094072078651721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1274094072078651721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1274094072078651721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/wherever-flower-would-grow.html' title='wherever the flower would grow'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGu0oiGFooI/AAAAAAAACz4/thNMjrA9FCY/s72-c/carriebannerfr9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-6276470733837750932</id><published>2008-07-02T00:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:45:38.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic; somewhere waiting behind the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday was happening with the most craziest people around. Almost all the campers, facis and committees turned up for the impromptu gathering at Lau Pa Sat. We were all pleased to see each other again, and seeing more people turning up by the seconds excite Iqa and I so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218090498043531730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGphqU250dI/AAAAAAAACzw/D6AhxJiUass/s400/SSL27126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;With Afdal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078314967497938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpWlLXOfNI/AAAAAAAACxg/ptJusMBFgOo/s400/SSL27129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tinggi dan Pendek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078318971118242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpWlaRw4qI/AAAAAAAACxo/-TZ2M83jL50/s400/SSL27132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy, Aji and I-don't know-whats-his-name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078323699462466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpWlr5FsUI/AAAAAAAACxw/p830xhHIdhQ/s400/SSL27133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kecik and the Starkarats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078327306492722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpWl5VEmzI/AAAAAAAACx4/sXKLvTh0Z6s/s400/SSL27136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078997463829746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpXM53CDPI/AAAAAAAACyA/jA-vslOSza0/s400/SSL27137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Enter framers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218077957905836066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpWQZNF6CI/AAAAAAAACxQ/QbWV9EzqwBU/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218078311126486290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpWk9DdTRI/AAAAAAAACxY/w-7mvhPQMDQ/s400/SSL27138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture perfect (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken before more people turned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079008932126546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpXNklSX1I/AAAAAAAACyI/cCXUbBckWlA/s400/1_922829748l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079024079733682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpXOdAwg7I/AAAAAAAACyY/h6hiN4fQLyM/s400/SSL27143.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The charmers; Ayim and Quentin Oliver. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079020820195794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpXOQ3n6dI/AAAAAAAACyg/HfE2xDlPS2s/s400/SSL27145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isik muke korang je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218087398318977074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpe15e-sDI/AAAAAAAACzY/A6wzaZZorz8/s400/1_713921099l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218087403726439010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpe2NoOAmI/AAAAAAAACzg/wFvmiYHDe1c/s400/1_679129529l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079016743885106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpXOBrwWTI/AAAAAAAACyQ/8xxp4iOe4a0/s400/SSL27149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before it rained heavily on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079848043272818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpX-ag-WnI/AAAAAAAACyw/HvBI18Tg8cg/s400/SSL27160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079857813414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpX--6W4ZI/AAAAAAAACy4/U5cAy5nr1x0/s400/SSL27167.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Brothers and Sisters Incorported.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218079861088259490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpX_LHJDaI/AAAAAAAACzA/imNdGbdjO2o/s400/1_376729661l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218087079528048834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpejV5TKMI/AAAAAAAACzQ/7UdGyoGB1sU/s400/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me if Night Safari lost one of its wild animals, I think I know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218086987841397858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGpeeAVf5GI/AAAAAAAACzI/XhZFep68R7U/s400/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sham, you are the best! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am looking forward to seeing them all again. Unfortunately, I have to give this Saturday a miss because of work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my mother and Shila's gave me the green light to go Bangkok this December! I am looking to saving $_____ by then so I can go wild and crazy at BKK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-6276470733837750932?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6276470733837750932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=6276470733837750932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6276470733837750932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/6276470733837750932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/magic-somewhere-waiting-behind-morning.html' title='magic; somewhere waiting behind the morning'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGphqU250dI/AAAAAAAACzw/D6AhxJiUass/s72-c/SSL27126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-7923568106172911461</id><published>2008-07-01T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:07:15.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK, here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My colleagues and I are in the process of planning for our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BKK&lt;/span&gt; this December. Just the planning itself can drive us all mad with excitement. Looks like I don't have to wait till I am twenty to go travelling out of my own expenses after all. And I can finally realise one of my smaller dreams; to shop at Chatuchak! Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That aside, weekends was filled with too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; and love with friends and fellow 4PM colleagues. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-7923568106172911461?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7923568106172911461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=7923568106172911461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7923568106172911461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/7923568106172911461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/bkk-here-i-come.html' title='BKK, here I come!'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8712413454402472312</id><published>2008-06-27T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:05:31.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another chance to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please don't assume that's pimple scars on my face. That's untidy work from me - blotches of glue and pencils. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGUe9IFdmOI/AAAAAAAACxI/ecfu2lICC4w/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609778869836002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGUe9IFdmOI/AAAAAAAACxI/ecfu2lICC4w/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's never going to look a hundred percent like me. I can sit here and keep re-touching the portrait till I think it looks exactly like me, but I am not going to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just deleted two paragraphs of demoralising statements about my skills in drawing. I realise imperfections and me are synonyms with each other. No one likes to think they suck at something they are thought to be good at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm okay with being imperfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8712413454402472312?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8712413454402472312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8712413454402472312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8712413454402472312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8712413454402472312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-chance-to-change.html' title='another chance to change'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGUe9IFdmOI/AAAAAAAACxI/ecfu2lICC4w/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-3432958618270194184</id><published>2008-06-27T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T02:04:03.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When cheese gets it's picture taken, what does it say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGPW7TuEUuI/AAAAAAAACxA/9EKf53C91QU/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216249107819287266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGPW7TuEUuI/AAAAAAAACxA/9EKf53C91QU/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever this girl is, she's pretty. PUAS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zul, although you have a tendency of criticizing my work, my way of chatting on MSN, come to think about it, everything worth criticizing, I still think your drawing skills are one of the best I've ever seen in the years I took Art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND AKU IKHLAS NI PUJI. BUKAN MACAM KAU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-3432958618270194184?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3432958618270194184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=3432958618270194184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3432958618270194184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/3432958618270194184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-cheese-gets-its-picture-taken-what.html' title='When cheese gets it&apos;s picture taken, what does it say?'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGPW7TuEUuI/AAAAAAAACxA/9EKf53C91QU/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-5287185196046243599</id><published>2008-06-26T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:00:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why love, if losing hurts so much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGJxMsZpM7I/AAAAAAAACw4/-yeiMrbZY9Q/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855781339542450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGJxMsZpM7I/AAAAAAAACw4/-yeiMrbZY9Q/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begok and Badek dropped by work yesterday to have lunch with me. Thanks babes; we'll meet up soon and demolish all those plans not carried out, yet. Dempsey, yes? A single girls day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I served a male customer who wants to purchase a dress as a surprise gift for his girlfriend. One would think it's his girlfriend's birthday or their anniversary together. In actual fact, it is because he is enlisted into NS soon so he thought it necessary to buy her something. &lt;em&gt;Jom kite ramai-ramai carik bf yang belom masok NS!&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/1034002068735345644-5287185196046243599?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5287185196046243599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=5287185196046243599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5287185196046243599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/5287185196046243599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-love-if-losing-hurts-so-much.html' title='Why love, if losing hurts so much?'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGJxMsZpM7I/AAAAAAAACw4/-yeiMrbZY9Q/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-1542245905959308272</id><published>2008-06-25T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:59:22.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the best I've ever done but thank god there is still some resemblance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215492916293337618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGEnLKw7AhI/AAAAAAAACwY/1oaUcQe3-YI/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215492909574190258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGEnKxu89LI/AAAAAAAACwQ/wbeNvvbGp6w/s400/effan000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zulfadhli Emran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215492905577891746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGEnKi2KR6I/AAAAAAAACwI/42jh37E68dY/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will keep this portrait in my portfolio. In the future, if i can do better, this piece of work is a reminder of how far i've come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then Fuming came online, and I shared with him my drawing of Zul. He showed me his recent paintings, I showed his paintings to Zul and then I showed Zul's drawing to Fuming. Haha my friends are good artist. I am so proud of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215498310659746658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGEsFKWGK2I/AAAAAAAACwg/FuVqwDTY1Ds/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-1542245905959308272?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1542245905959308272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=1542245905959308272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1542245905959308272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/1542245905959308272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-they-invented-drawing-boards.html' title='Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SGEnLKw7AhI/AAAAAAAACwY/1oaUcQe3-YI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034002068735345644.post-8027878049329717982</id><published>2008-06-24T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:22:12.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women like silent men, they think they're listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215120462687375698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SF_Ubg9aEVI/AAAAAAAACv4/VmkozxdJz4A/s400/1_658972468l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215120465631288514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SF_Ubr7SnMI/AAAAAAAACwA/QTZ2de_u7Cw/s400/1_886413904l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the last day of camp, all of us cried. The committee members, the facis, the staffs and the campers. The mood in the auditorium at that moment was downcast as everyone awaits our departure from each other. I'm still not over the fact that camp is over. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, there weren't any hot chucks at this year's camp as compared to last year. Hopefully, next year Zul will join Shahrill, Isk, Suria and me. Maybe I can get my Abang Cina to join as well since Zul and him are soccer mates? Hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034002068735345644-8027878049329717982?l=undefined-glamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8027878049329717982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034002068735345644&amp;postID=8027878049329717982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8027878049329717982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034002068735345644/posts/default/8027878049329717982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefined-glamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/women-like-silent-men-they-think-theyre.html' title='Women like silent men, they think they&apos;re listening'/><author><name>Ida Ali</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbwFQs5wTw/Tg_TewtCdfI/AAAAAAAAHKE/IHCL3-Eg2v8/s220/IMG01304-20110608-1849.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X7EJG-PpY1s/SF_Ubg9aEVI/AAAAAAAACv4/VmkozxdJz4A/s72-c/1_658972468l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
