<?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-15575722</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:56:29.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Great...</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal ramblings of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-9147331316900858989</id><published>2009-03-29T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:02:44.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1234...I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;Give me more loving than I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Barely getting mad&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;Give me more loving from the very start&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;You’re the best that I’ve had&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy as 1 2 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the lovely song here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/69127239/7f334954/Plain_White_Ts_-_1234__I_Love_You__.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/69127239/7f334954/Plain_White_Ts_-_1234__I_Love_You__.html&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/15575722-9147331316900858989?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/9147331316900858989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=9147331316900858989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Pandan KL. My first experience of this restaurant was back in 2001. Not much changes from those days. There are still plenty of dishes to choose from. What a sumptous feast - I had a plate of white rice, some broccoli, a couple of spoon of grilled beef, fried chicken wing and a bowl of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerang rebus&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-GMnlx6iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wDSYPe2_0hM/s1600-h/DSC00488b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-GMnlx6iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wDSYPe2_0hM/s400/DSC00488b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318617236291840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-GM8r42WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G-_UgyaRoOs/s1600-h/DSC00487b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-GM8r42WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G-_UgyaRoOs/s400/DSC00487b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318617241954605410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; was at Jombali at Ground Floor of Danga City Mall JB. Parking here is free so that's one of the attraction of this place hehehe. I had Silang Beef Kuey Teow (something like Beef Kungfu Kuey Teow) and the yummy Vanilla with Pineapple Puree. I think the vanilla will be a must-have in my coming visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-FAypjuSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RIpyitHvSm8/s1600-h/DSC00576b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-FAypjuSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RIpyitHvSm8/s400/DSC00576b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615933590419746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-FBVHKdcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EWyPEAQpJGs/s1600-h/DSC00577b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-FBVHKdcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EWyPEAQpJGs/s400/DSC00577b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615942841398722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-2801600610696509236?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/2801600610696509236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=2801600610696509236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/2801600610696509236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/2801600610696509236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-makannew-makan.html' title='Old Makan...New Makan'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Sc-GMnlx6iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wDSYPe2_0hM/s72-c/DSC00488b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-6864019291947165009</id><published>2009-02-07T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:21:26.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Prix Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SY0XAf9zmUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XwAkVLzw6o4/s1600-h/grandprixfever.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SY0XAf9zmUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XwAkVLzw6o4/s400/grandprixfever.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299917633833113922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While PETRONAS is having it's Grand Prix promo offering 2 BMW525i Sports &amp;amp; 388 Diamond Grandstand tickets for the coming Malaysian F1 Grand Prix 2009, I was having a near-F1 experience at Plentong Karting Circuit (off Pasir Gudang Highway)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SY0ZRPoY0fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IgQ2WNz4w-8/s1600-h/DSC00420b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SY0ZRPoY0fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IgQ2WNz4w-8/s400/DSC00420b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299920120529342962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's one of the longest kart track in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SY0Z5R0ysJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tos_tbc2W24/s1600-h/DSC00415b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SY0Z5R0ysJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tos_tbc2W24/s400/DSC00415b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299920808313008274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-6864019291947165009?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/6864019291947165009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=6864019291947165009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/6864019291947165009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/6864019291947165009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2009/02/grand-prix-fever.html' title='Grand Prix Fever!'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SY0XAf9zmUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XwAkVLzw6o4/s72-c/grandprixfever.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-8285144749967776787</id><published>2009-02-01T04:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:10:38.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 on WSA1533!</title><content type='html'>What a coincidence! I had a service number of 33 when I went for a regular10,000km  service before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYSuozsW8nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J0KqQMpnqP0/s1600-h/DSC00345b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYSuozsW8nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J0KqQMpnqP0/s400/DSC00345b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297551077788807794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then had her washed when I was back in KL. It was time to get her clean after a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYSv_PDk5dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/98b8Taui-jE/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYSv_PDk5dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/98b8Taui-jE/s400/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297552562602698194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-8285144749967776787?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/8285144749967776787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=8285144749967776787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8285144749967776787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8285144749967776787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2009/02/33-on-wsa1533.html' title='33 on WSA1533!'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYSuozsW8nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J0KqQMpnqP0/s72-c/DSC00345b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-2868199073297558073</id><published>2009-01-17T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:59:42.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday dinner with comey luv</title><content type='html'>Birthday dinner at Hard Rock KL. Yummy &amp;amp; lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she had.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYStGibCCyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TGvF4uyC-oQ/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYStGibCCyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TGvF4uyC-oQ/s400/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297549389525551906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a sirloin steak (i think).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYStUV2xX8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oJgVWomAJU/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYStUV2xX8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oJgVWomAJU/s400/DSC00335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297549626670407618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-2868199073297558073?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/2868199073297558073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=2868199073297558073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/2868199073297558073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/2868199073297558073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday-dinner-with-comey-luv.html' title='My birthday dinner with comey luv'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SYStGibCCyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TGvF4uyC-oQ/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-8914059946064256194</id><published>2008-11-22T11:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:07:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Vs New</title><content type='html'>5511 next to 1533. Humongous isn't she, WSA1533. Wanted WSA5511 but the number holder was holding it for more than RM2,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, 33 is my favorite number! Better still! The SA in the WSA is for my beloved comey and SA is her acronym. The registration could've been made earlier but I dearly wanted WSA. Even her boss, G, asked her "Is the SA stand for your name?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SSeA4cirKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dlp33wP_LeY/s1600-h/DSC00196b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SSeA4cirKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dlp33wP_LeY/s400/DSC00196b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271323596083112482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is great. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdullillah.&lt;/span&gt; Enjoying every moment, every breath to the utmost.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SSeAfl31oOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EJclveQZNW0/s1600-h/DSC00196b.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-8914059946064256194?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/8914059946064256194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=8914059946064256194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8914059946064256194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8914059946064256194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-vs-new.html' title='Old Vs New'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SSeA4cirKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dlp33wP_LeY/s72-c/DSC00196b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-3476875050728644541</id><published>2008-10-10T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:11:37.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Posted by Singapore 's Youngest Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wanna be a millionaire too! Millions of happiness that is...Read more about the millionaire story posted by Adam Khoo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may already know that I travel around the region pretty  frequently, having to visit and conduct seminars at my offices in  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Suzhou&lt;/st1:city&gt; (&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;). I am in the airport almost  every other week so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars  or have read my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, someone came up to me on a plane to KL  and looked rather shocked. He asked, 'How come a millionaire like you is  travelling economy?' My reply was, 'That's why I am a millionaire.' He still  looked pretty confused. This again confirms that greatest lie ever told about  wealth (which I wrote about in my latest book 'Secrets of Self Made  Millionaires'). Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires  have to wear Gucci, Hugo Boss, Rolex, and sit on first class in air travel. This  is why so many people never become rich because the moment that earn more money,  they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to  square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that most self-made millionaires are  frugal and only spend on what is necessary and of value. That is why they  are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aster. Over the last 7  years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60%  (because I have my wife, mother in law, 2 maids, 2 kids, etc. to support).  Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their income (if they are  lucky). I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I  think that it is a complete waste of money. However, I happily pay $1,300 to  send my 2-year old daughter to Julia Gabriel Speech and Drama without thinking  twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I joined the YEO (Young Entrepreneur's Organization) a few  years back (YEO is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make  over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were  self-made thought like me. Many of them with net worths well over $5m, travelled  economy class and some even drove &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;'s and Nissans (not Audis, Mercs, BMWs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I noticed that it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;only those who never had to work hard to build  their own wealth (there were also a few ministers' and tycoons' sons in the  club) who spent like there was no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Somehow, when you did not  have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is  precisely the reason why a family's wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts  past the third generation. Thank God my rich dad (oh no! I sound like Kiyosaki)  foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my  business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some people ask me, 'What is the point in making so much  money if you don't enjoy it?' The thing is that I don't really find happiness in  buying branded clothes, jewelery or sitting first class. Even if buying  something makes me happy it is only for a while, it does not last. Material  happiness never lasts, it just give you a quick fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; After a while you feel  lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happy.  I always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live  a pretty sad and unfulfilled life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, what make ME happy is when I  see my children laughing and playing and learning so fast. What makes me happy  is when I see by companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year  in so many more countries. What makes me really happy is when I read all the  emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someone's life.  What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this  BLOG is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time,  much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the point I  want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your life's work (be  in teaching, building homes, designing, trading, winning tournaments etc.) and  the money that comes is only a by-product. If you hate what you are doing and  rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that  you are living a life of meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-3476875050728644541?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/3476875050728644541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=3476875050728644541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/3476875050728644541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/3476875050728644541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-posted-by-singapore-s-youngest.html' title='A Blog Posted by Singapore &apos;s Youngest Millionaire'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-4252056127970401456</id><published>2008-10-09T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:45:07.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reward of my hard work...</title><content type='html'>This will be the reward of my year long hard work...soon. Going after the Polished Metal metallic color. I'm purring already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SO4mjY0U6BI/AAAAAAAAADk/-rkDj8JWU6s/s1600-h/honda_accord.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SO4mjY0U6BI/AAAAAAAAADk/-rkDj8JWU6s/s400/honda_accord.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180204587149330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SO4mjcQTP2I/AAAAAAAAADs/UmjCVMpR_c0/s1600-h/honda_accord2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SO4mjcQTP2I/AAAAAAAAADs/UmjCVMpR_c0/s400/honda_accord2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180205509787490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-4252056127970401456?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/4252056127970401456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=4252056127970401456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4252056127970401456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4252056127970401456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2008/10/reward-of-my-hard-work.html' title='Reward of my hard work...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SO4mjY0U6BI/AAAAAAAAADk/-rkDj8JWU6s/s72-c/honda_accord.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-8189106867382476233</id><published>2008-08-11T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:17:48.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I Love You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;have I ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;how good it feels to hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it isn't easy to explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though I'm really trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I may start crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart can't wait another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you kiss me I've just got to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(baby I love you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(baby I love you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby I love only you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love everything about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help it if I feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh I'm so glad I found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my arms around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love to hear you call my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh tell me that you feel the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(baby I love you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(baby I love you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby I love only you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-8189106867382476233?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/8189106867382476233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=8189106867382476233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8189106867382476233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8189106867382476233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-i-love-you.html' title='Baby I Love You...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-4739073720355465088</id><published>2008-08-11T12:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:49:57.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unproductive Monday morning...</title><content type='html'>It cannot be any more unproductive than &lt;em&gt;layaning &lt;/em&gt;the movie Music &amp;amp; Lyrics the whole Monday morning...not to mention repeating the part where they show "Don't Write Me Off" and "Way Back Into Love" again and again countless times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233118479511295698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SJ_Fh-bNltI/AAAAAAAAADc/66dS-iwDEiA/s400/11-08-08_1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty late this morning too. P.S. I Love You occupied my wee hours. I couldn't sleep last nite, kept moving to the left and to the right on the bed, completed a couple NST's Sudoku puzzles, sipped a full cup of hot Vico and yet it was so hard for my eyes to shut. Just don't ask me why I watched the PSILY of all the other movies that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was hard mentally. I needed some time off. So I went out to Stulang Laut to watch some "live" gigs with Abu. The one at BlueWave plays current crowd favorites, 80's rocks, and a few of The Beattles including &lt;em&gt;I Want To Hold Your Hand &lt;/em&gt;which I sung out loud. Silly me. I missed my luv badly. &lt;em&gt;And when I touch you i feel happy, inside, it´s such a feeling that my luv, I can't hideI can't hide, I can't hide...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some heart pumping song now. Gimme Gatecrasher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-4739073720355465088?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/4739073720355465088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=4739073720355465088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4739073720355465088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4739073720355465088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2008/08/unproductive-monday-morning.html' title='Unproductive Monday morning...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/SJ_Fh-bNltI/AAAAAAAAADc/66dS-iwDEiA/s72-c/11-08-08_1221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-3590673912495055569</id><published>2008-04-04T15:14:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:54:05.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't write me off...my version</title><content type='html'>It’s never been easy for me&lt;br /&gt;To find words to go along, with a melody&lt;br /&gt;But this time there’s actually something, on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So please forgive these few brief awkward lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve met you, my whole life has changed&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just my choice of clothes and toiletries, you’ve rearranged&lt;br /&gt;I was living in the past, but somehow you’ve brought me back&lt;br /&gt;And I haven’t felt like this since before Your papa said bring IC copy next time I'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I know, based on my track record&lt;br /&gt;I might not seem like the safest bet&lt;br /&gt;All I’m asking you, is don’t write me off, just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I’ve been telling myself, the same old story&lt;br /&gt;That I’m happy to live off my so called, former stupidities&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve given me a reason, to take another chance&lt;br /&gt;Now I need you, despite the fact, that you’ve marah, slap me with your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I know, I’ve already blown more chances&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone should ever get&lt;br /&gt;All I’m asking you, is don’t write me off, just yet&lt;br /&gt;Don’t write me off just yet luv...&lt;div 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version'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-6113554171313140975</id><published>2008-04-04T15:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:24:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv, dance with me every night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It’s been so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I’ve known right from wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no job, sometimes I just sit down and sob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if anything will go right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or will you dance with me tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun departs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel a hole down in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put on some shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come down here and listen to the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if anything will go right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or will you dance with me tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m looking at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re looking at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re the only two off the dance floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you see what I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two broken lives working in harmony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Might make for a decent time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So get up and dance with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that it seems that the grass will grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better on the other side of the barb wire fence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that other side is not in sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I’m fine with what I have now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you’ll dance with me tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s the point of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If risk is just a board game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You roll the dice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you’re just hoping that the rules change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s the point if you can’t bring yourself to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things you wanna say like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance with me tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-6113554171313140975?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/6113554171313140975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-4096585651635578010</id><published>2008-02-19T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:03:59.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Smile Without You</title><content type='html'>I couldn't smile for 21 days,&lt;br /&gt;there were nights of flowing tears,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the 21th day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I Can't Smile Without You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Can't Smile Without You, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm findin' it hard to do anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, I feel sad when you're sad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel glad when you're glad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You only knew what I'm go ing through, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just Can't Smile Without You. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You came along just like a song and brightened my day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who'd've believe that you were part of a dream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it all seems light years away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Can't Smile WIthout You, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Can't Smile Without You, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, I feel sad when you're sad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel glad when you're glad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you only knew what I"m going through, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now some people sa y happiness takes so very long to find. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you see, I Can't Smile Without You, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Can't Smile Without You, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm findin' it hard to do anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, I feel sad when you're sad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel glad when you're glad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You only knew what I'm going through, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just Can't Smile Without You...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-4096585651635578010?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/4096585651635578010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=4096585651635578010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4096585651635578010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4096585651635578010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-smile-without-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Smile Without You'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-316450528104128536</id><published>2007-12-27T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:28:00.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History making day...</title><content type='html'>Simply a history making day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-316450528104128536?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/316450528104128536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=316450528104128536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/316450528104128536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/316450528104128536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/12/history-making-day.html' title='History making day...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-4554737996489570006</id><published>2007-10-01T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:23:13.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice car...</title><content type='html'>It's not hard to guess whose Bentley the picture below isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116249122616872642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RwCReE_7jsI/AAAAAAAAADU/PeI-hPZLj9s/s400/28-09-07_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-4554737996489570006?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/4554737996489570006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=4554737996489570006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4554737996489570006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4554737996489570006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/10/nice-car.html' title='Nice car...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RwCReE_7jsI/AAAAAAAAADU/PeI-hPZLj9s/s72-c/28-09-07_1353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-1181511080776805899</id><published>2007-09-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:12:26.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>How's life without ciggie so far? Welll...my palate has been coping well ever since I stopped smoking from 1st September 2007. But my body seems to have a fondness to sleeping. Withdrawal syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I need to be &lt;em&gt;Merdeka&lt;/em&gt; from nikotine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-1181511080776805899?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/1181511080776805899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=1181511080776805899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/1181511080776805899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/1181511080776805899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-beginning.html' title='The New Beginning...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-8800962291351481423</id><published>2007-08-30T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:45:16.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>(tears)...I never been hit by a woman, never come to one's house shivering meeting her parents, never plan to buy a house to be together, never bought flowers, never had the same fondness for bakeries, never &lt;em&gt;korek hidung &lt;/em&gt;together, never prepared food together, never had my clothes and underwear washed, never had a woman massage my legs with tender loving care, never introduce one to my mom and my family except THIS ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104335090494780674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RtY9uIuAtQI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q45WI-Dvc3g/s400/Image(160).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104335365372687634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RtY9-IuAtRI/AAAAAAAAADM/joVdz7WMrK0/s400/Image(161).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/15575722-8800962291351481423?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/8800962291351481423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=8800962291351481423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8800962291351481423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8800962291351481423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/08/those-were-days.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RtY9uIuAtQI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q45WI-Dvc3g/s72-c/Image(160).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-6742820567794866487</id><published>2007-07-03T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:37:49.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main - main anyone?</title><content type='html'>Me and my luv were playing at an artificial playground...at one of tons of hypermarkets in town (KL that is)...kinda rekindling memories of our childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082867663451844722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Ron5NbBd8HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MYNk_cUH3ss/s400/30062007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Luv...&lt;em&gt;malu - malu&lt;/em&gt; sitting at merry-go-arround. &lt;em&gt;Malu - malu&lt;/em&gt; but she never ceased to amaze me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082868612639617154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Ron6ErBd8II/AAAAAAAAAC8/45IucqS9hxs/s400/30062007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;SHOCKED! This wasn't real. I was merely testing that thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-6742820567794866487?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/6742820567794866487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=6742820567794866487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/6742820567794866487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/6742820567794866487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/07/main-main-anyone.html' title='Main - main anyone?'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/Ron5NbBd8HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MYNk_cUH3ss/s72-c/30062007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-2419160421684265015</id><published>2007-06-20T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:15:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy..Makan @ Tmn Mayang PJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RniGaNykhzI/AAAAAAAAACk/N1taDnNxI1Q/s1600-h/15062007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077956364796725042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RniGaNykhzI/AAAAAAAAACk/N1taDnNxI1Q/s400/15062007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seafood Fried Rice + Smoked Crab + Salted Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077954977522288418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RniFJdykhyI/AAAAAAAAACc/XWxCBW6w6oM/s400/15062007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anti-pesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077956854422996802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RniG2tykh0I/AAAAAAAAACs/iNFfmp8MncA/s400/15062007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ribena longan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-2419160421684265015?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/2419160421684265015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=2419160421684265015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/2419160421684265015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/2419160421684265015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/06/yummymakan-williams-usj.html' title='Yummy..Makan @ Tmn Mayang PJ'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RniGaNykhzI/AAAAAAAAACk/N1taDnNxI1Q/s72-c/15062007(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-4967315582058728533</id><published>2007-05-11T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:51:19.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Higgins Bertie - Casablanca</title><content type='html'>Luvvv, I love you more and more as time goes by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love with you watching Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back row of the drive in show in the flickering light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popcorn and cokes beneath the stars became champagne and caviar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making love on a long hot summers night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you fell in love with me watching Casablance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding hands 'neath the paddle fans in Rick's Candle lit cafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding in the shadows from the spies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moroccan moonlight in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making magic at the movies in my old chevrolet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! A kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a kiss is not a kiss without your sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please come back to me in Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more and more each day as time goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess there're many broken hearts in Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I've never really been there. so, I don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess our love story will never be seen on the big wide silver screen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it hurt just as bad when I had to watch you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! A kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a kiss is not a kiss without your sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please come back to me in Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more and more each day as time goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! A kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a kiss is not a kiss without your sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please come back to me in Casablanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more and more each day as time goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more and more each day as time goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-4967315582058728533?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/4967315582058728533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=4967315582058728533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4967315582058728533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4967315582058728533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/05/higgins-bertie-casablanca.html' title='Higgins Bertie - Casablanca'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-1348913115277459224</id><published>2007-05-11T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:38:42.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelajah Perak 2 - Gua Tempurung</title><content type='html'>Pictures taken while I was touring Gua Tempurung. There were several pictures taken inside but poorly lit cave plus my 2Mpix Nokia 3250 aren't adequate to capture good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063203312033591618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQclhdX8UI/AAAAAAAAACM/D8uJjdi3iME/s400/14042007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063203625566204242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQc3xdX8VI/AAAAAAAAACU/VyHl8ZCkY9g/s400/15042007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15575722-1348913115277459224?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/1348913115277459224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=1348913115277459224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/1348913115277459224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/1348913115277459224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/05/jelajah-perak-2-gua-tempurung.html' title='Jelajah Perak 2 - Gua Tempurung'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQclhdX8UI/AAAAAAAAACM/D8uJjdi3iME/s72-c/14042007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-27522239556209688</id><published>2007-05-11T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:28:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelajah Perak 1 - Lumut</title><content type='html'>Pictures taken while I was touring Lumut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063200541779685618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQaERdX8PI/AAAAAAAAABk/4chdvvpzJiE/s400/07042007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063200842427396354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQaVxdX8QI/AAAAAAAAABs/4LCxx4PIUUI/s400/07042007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063201155960008978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQaoBdX8RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9WimyL5WJNM/s400/07042007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063201362118439202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQa0BdX8SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HGUGnIt5WcI/s400/07042007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063201632701378866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQbDxdX8TI/AAAAAAAAACE/IibFTW88Wnw/s400/07042007(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15575722-27522239556209688?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/27522239556209688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=27522239556209688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/27522239556209688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/27522239556209688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/05/jelajah-perak-1-lumut.html' title='Jelajah Perak 1 - Lumut'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RkQaERdX8PI/AAAAAAAAABk/4chdvvpzJiE/s72-c/07042007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-7937127113577779935</id><published>2007-04-11T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:30:18.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya Hotel KL, Jln Ampang</title><content type='html'>Going to stay here for a couple of nights. Nice...Very Nice.No No No...I'm not paid by Maya Hotel to do this.In fact, I'm paying good money to enjoy all these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051849816200949538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RhvGpFlHryI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Fbzie3q9ZjI/s400/10042007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The bed...very comfortable. 4 plush pillows all for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051850258582581058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RhvHC1lHr0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9g3sUnPEWio/s400/10042007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;The TV set and working desk. The provide a host of DVDs hosted by the hotel. Only 24 hour free Broadband internet though. But very trendy setup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051850619359833938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RhvHX1lHr1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5qHAm4r_A_M/s400/10042007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;You can view the bathroom from your bed. Sexy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051851151935778658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RhvH21lHr2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GEovGVA0cUA/s400/10042007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051851641562050434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RhvITVlHr4I/AAAAAAAAABM/SyddAc8Y4vU/s400/10042007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bathroom. Very chic. Mind you the provide all the amenities you can think of here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051852363116556178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RhvI9VlHr5I/AAAAAAAAABU/PtPk9ID9e3U/s400/10042007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;The fridge. Cool. Incorporated into the TV set!&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/15575722-7937127113577779935?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/7937127113577779935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=7937127113577779935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/7937127113577779935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/7937127113577779935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/04/maya-hotel-kl-jln-ampang.html' title='Maya Hotel KL, Jln Ampang'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RhvGpFlHryI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Fbzie3q9ZjI/s72-c/10042007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-7434065872155215776</id><published>2007-04-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:23:57.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of despair</title><content type='html'>Could I be left in despair of false hopes and heart-wrenching lies holding to nothing but free air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I Love You Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I write this letter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send my love to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that I'll always,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treasure these few words 'til we're together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep all my love forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S., I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you, you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be coming home again to you, love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And 'til the day I do, love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S., I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you, you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I write this letter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send my love to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that I'll always,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treasure these few words 'til we're together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep all my love forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S., I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you, you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I write this letter, (Oh oh oh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send my love to you, (You know I want you to)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that I'll always, (Yeah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be coming home again to you, love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And 'til the day I do, love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S., I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you, you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you, you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-7434065872155215776?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/7434065872155215776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=7434065872155215776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/7434065872155215776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/7434065872155215776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-day-of-despair.html' title='Another day of despair'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-1769397917210168434</id><published>2007-03-26T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:38:02.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Important Princess</title><content type='html'>This could be reserved for my little princess? Orait tak luv? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046180442476457506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVWxre9LHVg/RgeiYGpVLiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x2LOc23JDtY/s400/18032007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-1769397917210168434?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/1769397917210168434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=1769397917210168434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/1769397917210168434'/><link rel='self' 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listening to Julio Iglesias' It's Impossible...It's impossible not to love you, not to think of you, not to miss you again and again ma luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible,&lt;br /&gt;tell the sun to leave the sky,&lt;br /&gt;it's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible,&lt;br /&gt;ask a baby not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;it's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I hold you&lt;br /&gt;closer to me and not feel you&lt;br /&gt;going through me?&lt;br /&gt;Split the second&lt;br /&gt;that I never think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the ocean&lt;br /&gt;keep from rushing to the shore?&lt;br /&gt;It's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had you,&lt;br /&gt;could I ever want for more?&lt;br /&gt;It's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;should you ask me for the world,&lt;br /&gt;somehow I'd get it.&lt;br /&gt;I would sell my very soul and not regret it&lt;br /&gt;For to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;It's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;should you ask me for the world,&lt;br /&gt;somehow I'd get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sell my very soul and not regret it&lt;br /&gt;For to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;It's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;It's just impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-8451910742550845203?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/8451910742550845203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=8451910742550845203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8451910742550845203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8451910742550845203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-impossible.html' title='It&apos;s impossible'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-7811526946832917994</id><published>2007-03-01T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:54:47.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life...Is Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“I, MS, shall take you, PSA, as my beloved wife, in richer and poorer, in sickness and good health, for the rest of my life”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dreamt of this from 13 December 2005, week in, week out without fail. Perhaps I dream too much. Or perhaps I'm just simply an incorrigible emotional fool. Wearing my heart on my sleeve, putting my ego down low, and many times sacrificing my pride to the extent I feel I'm worthless in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I made mistakes, stupid mistakes. Yes, I'm not good with words and at times saying words I never meant to say. Yes, I don’t sing songs that you like to your ears. Every time, I ended up hurting the person I love the most. I'm sorry my luv. I never intentionally do all these to frustrate you, to disappoint you. Only God can tell how deeply sorry I am for what had happened. If I were to simply playing around with your feelings, I wouldn’t be coming to your home for the first time on 13 August 2005 knowing how much your parents don’t like me. If I were not serious, I wouldn’t be facing them again after making those stupid mistakes. I braved all those purely because of my love for you. It energizes me no matter how physically and emotionally torn I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no second, no minute, no hours, no day or night, no month that I don’t think about you. I truly do. I’ve cried shamelessly many nights regretting all the wrongs I did. There are other times, I even consider your proposal to let things go because for me the most important thing is for you to be happy. But I simply cannot even contemplate doing that because I cannot live without you. Whenever we take time offs after our arguments, our quarrels, you always say I will get over you over time. But I can tell you, I will get over time but not over you. Not the next one month, not the next one year, nor the next decade. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t expect you to understand me, certainly not in this short 2 years knowing me. But I want you to understand me over time for the rest of our lives. You think you know me well but I don’t think you feel the sincerity in me loving you. It’s always my mistakes first before what I did right all these while. People say one always remember the one bad thing you do and easily forget all the good things you’ve done. I experience it first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t expect you to change either. That’s how you are and I love you the way it is. I never expected you to change. In fact, I don’t want you to. I love the PSA I know. I fell for the PSA I met 2 years ago whom always be chirpy for whatever reason. I was attracted the way PSA hit me, the way PSA eat. I smile the way you rush to your favorite shop or run back to your office. I grin whenever you play your late phone doing some calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: On my way to office this 1/3 morning, I saw 1300 – 13 – 1300. It’s amazing that 13 rules my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-7811526946832917994?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/7811526946832917994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=7811526946832917994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/7811526946832917994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/7811526946832917994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-lifeis-great.html' title='My Life...Is Great'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-431663071455106547</id><published>2007-01-25T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:14:02.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll Always Be You...</title><content type='html'>Love you...is when my life revolves you.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you...is when I can't stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;Need you...is when I can't live without you.&lt;br /&gt;Want you...is when I want to take care only you.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry you...is when I'll give you all the love I have.&lt;br /&gt;Music you...is when I have you lingering and singing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You...are the person I wanna be with for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...doing this in the middle of the night, 400km away from you. CRAZY. I am crazy about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-431663071455106547?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/431663071455106547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=431663071455106547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/431663071455106547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/431663071455106547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2007/01/itll-always-be-you.html' title='It&apos;ll Always Be You...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-8878336642813741513</id><published>2006-11-28T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:05:58.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give Me Something</title><content type='html'>Wanna take a break from blogging for a little while...need it :) not that there's much to readi about my ramblings here anyway hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;James Morrison You Give Me Something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want to stay with me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;You only hold me when I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to tread the water&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gotten in too deep,&lt;br /&gt;For every piece of me that wants you&lt;br /&gt;Another piece backs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someday I might know my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You already waited up for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to spend a little time alone with me,&lt;br /&gt;And I can say I've never bought you flowers&lt;br /&gt;I can't work out what the mean,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd love someone,&lt;br /&gt;That was someone else's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someday I might call you from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But it might me a second too late,&lt;br /&gt;And the words I could never say&lt;br /&gt;Gonna come out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someday I might know my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-8878336642813741513?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/8878336642813741513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=8878336642813741513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8878336642813741513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/8878336642813741513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-give-me-something.html' title='You Give Me Something'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-4421125143941847481</id><published>2006-11-23T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:01:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Moonlight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;..Am dancing in the moonlight with my luv. Rekindles me of the movie A Walk To Remember. Am in the mood for love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing in the Moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get it on most every night&lt;br /&gt;When that moon is big and bright&lt;br /&gt;It's a supernatural delight&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get everybody here is out of sight&lt;br /&gt;They dont bark and they dont bite&lt;br /&gt;They keep things loose they keep it tight&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's feeling warm and bright&lt;br /&gt;It's such a fine and natural sight&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like our fun and we never fight&lt;br /&gt;You can't dance and stay uptight&lt;br /&gt;It's a supernatural delight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys feeling warm and bright&lt;br /&gt;It's such a fine and natural sight&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in on most every night&lt;br /&gt;And when that moon is big and bright&lt;br /&gt;It's a supernatural delight&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's feeling warm and bright&lt;br /&gt;It's such a fine and natural sight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's dancing in the moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-4421125143941847481?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/4421125143941847481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=4421125143941847481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4421125143941847481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/4421125143941847481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/11/dancing-in-moonlight_7948.html' title='Dancing In The Moonlight...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-5483554079310814892</id><published>2006-11-10T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:51:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To Perempuanku</title><content type='html'>Am truly yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwansyah - Perempuanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarkan aku di sini untukmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku hanya ingin menghibur malam ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malam yg pasti menyenangkan untukmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan tentu untukkuBiarkan di sini aku bernyanyi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya untukku dan untuk menghibur kamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan aku yakin senyummu tulus dan jujur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya untukku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Korus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perempuanku engkau cintaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak mungkin bisa bila aku jauh darimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisa bila ku pasti sedih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku cinta engkau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta pada perempuanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semakin lama semakin ku tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maksud hati tak hanya mencintaimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku ingin habiskan hidupku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya untukmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ulang korus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku cinta engkau perempuanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perempuanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-5483554079310814892?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/5483554079310814892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=5483554079310814892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/5483554079310814892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/5483554079310814892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/11/tribute-to-perempuanku.html' title='A Tribute To Perempuanku'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-3462838794550736238</id><published>2006-11-10T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:27:46.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampai Menutup Mata...</title><content type='html'>Sound very tragic... and luv, I'll love you &lt;em&gt;sampai menutup mata&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acha Septriasa - Sampai Menutup Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;embun di pagi buta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;menebarkan bau asa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;detik demi detik ku hitung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inikah saat ku pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh Tuhan ku cinta dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;berikanlah aku hidup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;takkan ku sakiti dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hukum aku bila terjadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reff:aku tak mudah mencintai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku tak mudah mengaku ku cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku tak mudah mengatakan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku jatuh cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;senandungku hanya untuk cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tirakatku hanya untuk engkau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiada dusta sumpah ku cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sampai ku menutup mata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cintaku sampai ku menutup mata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh Tuhan ku cinta dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;berikanlah aku hidup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;takkan ku sakiti dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hukum aku bila terjadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-3462838794550736238?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/3462838794550736238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=3462838794550736238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/3462838794550736238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/3462838794550736238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/11/sampai-menutup-mata.html' title='Sampai Menutup Mata...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116299045894681826</id><published>2006-11-08T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:30.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong S...</title><content type='html'>I met S again after a loooooong while since I had a conversation about his history long time ago. &lt;em&gt;(Check my post history sometime in September last year)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: Hey...It's been a while since we last spoke to each other!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: Same here bro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: What have you been up to lately? You looked horrible dude!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: Am I? Probably because of the load of my work. Work's been fun but pretty heavy lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: Hmmmm...I don't think so. Not that I just knew you yesterday la dude!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: Err...Really la. I'm fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: Aha...I didn't ask you whether you're fine just now! Something is terribly wrong. The S I know only looked horrible because of the "L" word. Work will never get into him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: It's just something about....can we talk about something else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The S I know will always be an incorrigible emotional fool...just like the name of my blog. A tribute to you S, truly a man of actions true to your words. Keep your chin up even when all your chips are down, for He is Most Merciful, Most Forgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116299045894681826?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116299045894681826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116299045894681826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116299045894681826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116299045894681826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-strong-s.html' title='Be strong S...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116271885895531307</id><published>2006-11-05T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and you and a litle man named woof woof...</title><content type='html'>This is me with luv's brown bag when we dropped by a book shop while window shopping. Metro, no? Ain't making me any less a man for sure! I was reading one of the car mags there. I've a fetish towards cars...I can read about them again and again and again...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/15102006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...And this is luv coming out from one of KLCC's lifts towards the car park. Ain't she lovely? No make up. Just natural beauty. I love you...it'll never be enough repeating those words every hour every day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/14102006%28013%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a week since I last saw you and I miss you dearly...Will not be back to KL to see next week too and that'd be two weekends in a row without a taste of that wonderful pair of lips...I LOVE YOU. &lt;em&gt;woof woof tak tahan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116271885895531307?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116271885895531307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116271885895531307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116271885895531307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116271885895531307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-you-and-litle-man-named-woof.html' title='Me and you and a litle man named woof woof...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116217702758762581</id><published>2006-10-30T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:30.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary dinner @ chilli's KLCC</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful dinner that was...the food was great and the ambience was fantastic but the person I spent time with was much much better. Wouldn't trade anything for that. I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/14102006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/14102006%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/chillis14102006c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our delicious desert...molten choc cake...&lt;em&gt;very the yummy. &lt;/em&gt;Couldn't take pictures of the rest of the dinner. We had them in our tummy before my 3250 got in the way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/Molten%20choc%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116217702758762581?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116217702758762581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116217702758762581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116217702758762581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116217702758762581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversary-dinner-chillis-klcc.html' title='Anniversary dinner @ chilli&apos;s KLCC'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116055030566218491</id><published>2006-10-11T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:29.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell in love again</title><content type='html'>Looking at this picture before I sleep last nite...It's currently the pic that brighten my 3250. Fell in love again and again...Can't wait for our anniversary this Friday luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/07102006%28005%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116055030566218491?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116055030566218491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116055030566218491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116055030566218491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116055030566218491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/fell-in-love-again.html' title='Fell in love again'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116054932797228890</id><published>2006-10-11T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day</title><content type='html'>Busy day looks...Just what my luv think of me matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/11102006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took some time off to take pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/11102006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116054932797228890?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116054932797228890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116054932797228890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116054932797228890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116054932797228890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-day.html' title='Busy day'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116046773172071656</id><published>2006-10-10T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:29.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Life Part 1</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite k-dramas, Wonderful Life. Looking at the happy pic, could this be Luv, NAI and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/mywonderfulllife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But one thing for sure, my wedding pic will surely has one similar to this below knowing how wacky me and luv are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/mywonderfulllife2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the video for your viewing pleasure of the drama &lt;a href="http://grouper.com/video/MediaDetails.aspx?id=458827"&gt;http://grouper.com/video/MediaDetails.aspx?id=458827&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116046773172071656?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116046773172071656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116046773172071656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116046773172071656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116046773172071656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonderful-life-part-1.html' title='Wonderful Life Part 1'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116039087584205789</id><published>2006-10-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:29.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing weekend...</title><content type='html'>I had an amazing weekend. Close to break down a few times (actually I did...looked and sound horrible too) then thoroughly happy the next. I'm no &lt;em&gt;jiwang&lt;/em&gt;. In fact I consider myself very good at concealing my inner feelings. However, when it comes to my luv, I crumble. The great wall surround my heart simply collapse. She's my everything to me and I hope I'm everything to her too...&lt;em&gt;You're my everything by Santa Esmeralda&lt;/em&gt; lingers in my mind now. &lt;em&gt;Alamak&lt;/em&gt;...it's getting tearry again &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me sissy if you want to, but I find it's absolutely nothing wrong with it neither does it making you less manly when you shed your tears. For me...It's just an avenue for a human being to express his/her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...with tears of my true emotions. Remember that I rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else luv. Am not asking too much...just love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116039087584205789?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116039087584205789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116039087584205789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116039087584205789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116039087584205789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/amazing-weekend.html' title='Amazing weekend...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-116000960386761944</id><published>2006-10-05T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:29.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I honestly love you...</title><content type='html'>Do get mad at me if that makes you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;em&gt;layan&lt;/em&gt; me if it that makes you feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me for a while if you think you need more time and space.&lt;br /&gt;But just wanna let you know, I honestly love you...&lt;em&gt;(even with your brace)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I hang around here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little more than I should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We both know I got somewhere else to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I got something to tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I never thought I would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I believe you really ought to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you , I honestly love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it was better left unsaid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is pure and simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you must realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it's coming from my heart and not my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you , I honestly love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not trying to make you anything at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this feeling doesn't come along every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you shouldn't blow the chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you got the chance to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, I honestly love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we both were born&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In another place and time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This moment might be ending in a kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there you are with yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here I am with mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I guess we'll just be leaving it at this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, I honestly love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I honestly love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-116000960386761944?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/116000960386761944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=116000960386761944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116000960386761944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/116000960386761944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-honestly-love-you.html' title='I honestly love you...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115993242247888485</id><published>2006-10-04T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working hard for my future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/ofis3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/ofis3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/ofis2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/ofis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/ofis.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/ofis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the latest pics of me working hard (&lt;em&gt;ehem&lt;/em&gt;...) in the office. Plenty of paperwork to be done in the coming weeks before going for my field work i.e. planning, sales budget, presentation. &lt;em&gt;Kena pakai banyak OLAY la kot&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pasni&lt;/em&gt; when I'm going to WAR &lt;em&gt;heheheh...&lt;/em&gt;Cannot wait for this Friday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/ofis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115993242247888485?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115993242247888485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115993242247888485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115993242247888485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115993242247888485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/working-hard-for-my-future.html' title='Working hard for my future...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115992455906480890</id><published>2006-10-04T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:29.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please?</title><content type='html'>Reminds me of Toni Braxton's Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he needs good lovin (I got it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I need to heat it up (I got fire)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make sure I'm the best (for him) for (sure)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's running home to me for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he knows waht ever he wants (that im with it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he knows the perfect place (to come get it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he knows that every woman's in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every woman in the world to me Luv....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115992455906480890?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115992455906480890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115992455906480890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115992455906480890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115992455906480890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/please.html' title='Please?'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115992165911052610</id><published>2006-10-04T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:28.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubur lambuk RTM Ipoh</title><content type='html'>This is what I had for &lt;em&gt;buka puasa&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. Quite nice. Unfortunately, I had no &lt;em&gt;selera&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/03102006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115992165911052610?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115992165911052610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115992165911052610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115992165911052610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115992165911052610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/bubur-lambuk-rtm-ipoh.html' title='Bubur lambuk RTM Ipoh'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115985978951483642</id><published>2006-10-03T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:28.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring of love for you my luv...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/mauboussin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/mauboussin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isteri Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you to wear this ring on our wedding day. &lt;em&gt;I yang pilih ring ni tau. Bagus tak taste hubby you?&lt;/em&gt; ehehehehe. When? ehem...I'll surprise you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Hubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115985978951483642?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115985978951483642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115985978951483642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115985978951483642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115985978951483642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/ring-of-love-for-you-my-luv.html' title='Ring of love for you my luv...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115975313946164370</id><published>2006-10-02T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:28.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife prepare food for hubby...</title><content type='html'>My heart melts big time looking at her preparing my &lt;em&gt;buka puasa&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/Preparefoodforme.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/Preparefoodforme.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115975313946164370?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115975313946164370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115975313946164370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115975313946164370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115975313946164370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/wife-prepare-food-for-hubby.html' title='Wife prepare food for hubby...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115975206064294947</id><published>2006-10-02T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery shopping for buka puasa...</title><content type='html'>Love you...The first friday after I shifted to Ipoh. 2nd time fetching her from office. The first was the day before when I drove down from Ipoh straight to her office. Miss you a lot luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is taken during grocery shopping before &lt;em&gt;buka puasa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/29092006%28023%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115975206064294947?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115975206064294947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115975206064294947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115975206064294947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115975206064294947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/grocery-shopping-for-buka-puasa.html' title='Grocery shopping for buka puasa...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115975076006100683</id><published>2006-10-02T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:28.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She cuts her hair short</title><content type='html'>Her first pic after getting her hair cut on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/Pasguntingrambut1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Amd this is her look on sunday with a white hair band. &lt;em&gt;Macam princess tak?Cutenyeeeeeee...&lt;/em&gt;Lovely. MMMMuuuaaaahhhhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/Princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115975076006100683?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115975076006100683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115975076006100683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115975076006100683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115975076006100683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-cuts-her-hair-short.html' title='She cuts her hair short'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115958099112131754</id><published>2006-09-30T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:28.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say A Little Prayer Luv</title><content type='html'>Say A Little Prayer for me daily luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the moment I wake up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I put on my makeup &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say a little prayer for you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While combing my hair now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wond'ring what dress to wear now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say a little prayer for you... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart, and I'll love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever, and ever, we never will part, oh I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together, forever, that's how it should be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would only mean heartbreak for me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I run for the bus dear, while riding I think of us dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say a lil prayer for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At work I just take time, and all through my coffee break time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say a lil prayer for you... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling believe me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me there is no one but you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you love me too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115958099112131754?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115958099112131754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115958099112131754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115958099112131754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115958099112131754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/say-little-prayer-luv.html' title='Say A Little Prayer Luv'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115941439472062515</id><published>2006-09-28T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:28.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/18092006(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/18092006%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine life without you luv...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115941439472062515?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115941439472062515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115941439472062515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115941439472062515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115941439472062515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-of-my-life.html' title='The love of my life'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115941411522661658</id><published>2006-09-28T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incorrigible Emotional Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/26092006(007).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/26092006%28007%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I carry this whereever I go...Something special my luv wrote to me on 14 February this year...Call me an incorrigbleemotionalfool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115941411522661658?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115941411522661658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115941411522661658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115941411522661658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115941411522661658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/incorrigible-emotional-fool.html' title='Incorrigible Emotional Fool'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115941345916008698</id><published>2006-09-28T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My luv...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the love of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115941345916008698?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115941345916008698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115941345916008698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115941345916008698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115941345916008698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-luv.html' title='My luv...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115908014029960174</id><published>2006-09-24T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start working...Start fasting too</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I'll be moving up north. NO NO NO...not Prai, but Ipoh. My management has decided it's best for me to manage that area. I took that as a welcoming challenge. But, what a blessing it is. It's my future father-in-law's kampung! Coincident? I'd say it's fated. My car carries Ipoh registration plate too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of that management's decision is that am closer to my Luv! Looking forward to go down to KL every weekend. The first trip would be next week to &lt;em&gt;buka puasa&lt;/em&gt; with you Luv (of course spend time with you too). Moreso, with the financial gains that I received...&lt;em&gt;ehem&lt;/em&gt;...by moving by slightly south, I'm not complaining (with huge grin on my face). Luv, it won't be long before my entourage &lt;em&gt;pinang&lt;/em&gt; you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. Wanna buy some stuffs to prepare for my trip later after bukak puasa. To all muslims, Happy Ramadhan. May all of us enjoy this holy month with greater sense of belongingness and forgiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115908014029960174?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115908014029960174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115908014029960174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115908014029960174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115908014029960174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/start-workingstart-fasting-too.html' title='Start working...Start fasting too'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115812363926164735</id><published>2006-09-13T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile...Happy...Glad.</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary ma luv...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115812363926164735?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115812363926164735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115812363926164735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115812363926164735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115812363926164735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/smilehappyglad.html' title='Smile...Happy...Glad.'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115802588115659810</id><published>2006-09-12T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN MPO CHAMBER CONCERT AT DFP!</title><content type='html'>The Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra (MPO) ensemble will present a chamber concert on Wednesday, 13 September 06 at 6.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ensemble will present works such as William Byrd’s ‘The Earl of Oxford’s March’. This arrangement for a brass ensemble was made by a leading British trumpeter, composer and conductor, Elgar Howarth. The ensemble will next present ‘Sonata pian’e forte alla quarta bassa’, composed by Giovanni Gabrieli which was originally scored for eight instruments. It was published in Venice in 1597.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there will be a performance of ‘Music for Brass Octet’, one of a dozen works for various-sized brass ensembles composed by Anthony Plog. Dating from 1981, this work was dedicated to Edward Tarr whom the composer described as ‘a noted baroque trumpeter and scholar’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MPO ensemble will also perform ‘Masques’, composed by Claude Debussy in 1904, a work inspired by verses by a poet called Verlaine. This will be followed by ‘Short Stories’, a work by Finnish composer, Jukka Linkola. Premiered in Sovonlinnan, Finland, on 17 July 06, this work is described as a ‘concerto for brass ensemble’ . It was dated in 1992 and dedicated to a Swedish writer of children’s stories, Astrid Lindgren. Each movement in this work is inspired by one of Lindgren’s stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert is expected to last for an hour. Tickets are priced at RM10 for all seating categories. Bookings can be made by calling the Box Office at 03-2051 7007 or fax 03-2051 7077 or email &lt;a href="mailto:dfp_boxoffice@petronas.com.my"&gt;dfp_boxoffice@petronas.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115802588115659810?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115802588115659810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115802588115659810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115802588115659810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115802588115659810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/mpo-chamber-concert-at-dfp.html' title='AN MPO CHAMBER CONCERT AT DFP!'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115716362208953005</id><published>2006-09-02T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Ugly</title><content type='html'>Never really heard of this song...Up until a few weeks back. I find it nice. Period. Go try listening to it then judge yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Ugly - Diari Seorang Lelaki &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dari semalam ku tunggu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fikir kau pulang ke pangkuanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku dengarkan lagu cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pilihan terbaik kita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku mainkan CD berulang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lupakan segala ucapan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perpisahan yang kau pinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benar dikau ku cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiap detik ku puja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau sering perhatiku sambil belai rambutmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak ingin aku lupa kenangan yang tercipta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berikan aku diari ku tulis setiap hari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terjaga dari tidurku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terima panggilan dari jauh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katakan saja kau rindu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setahun ku hilang arah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku tempahkan tiket sehala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malam ini kitakan bertemu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tunggu di bawah lampu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bercinta berkasih bagai Adam dan Hawa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bergaduh selisih buat kita sempurna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janganlah dipendam luahkan perasaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiada benci di hati itulah destinasi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115716362208953005?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115716362208953005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115716362208953005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115716362208953005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115716362208953005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty-ugly.html' title='Pretty Ugly'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115716292765238002</id><published>2006-09-02T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To his Coy Mistress</title><content type='html'>I just read this wonderful poem by Andrew Marvell...nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had we but world enough, and time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This coyness, lady, were no crime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would sit down and think which way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To walk, and pass our long love's day;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou by the Indian Ganges' side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Humber would complain. I would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you ten years before the Flood;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you should, if you please, refuse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till the conversion of the Jews.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My vegetable love should grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vaster than empires, and more slow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hundred years should go to praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two hundred to adore each breast,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But thirty thousand to the rest;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An age at least to every part,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the last age should show your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For, lady, you deserve this state,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor would I love at lower rate.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at my back I always hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time's winged chariot hurrying near;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yonder all before us lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deserts of vast eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy beauty shall no more be found,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My echoing song; then worms shall try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That long preserv'd virginity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your quaint honour turn to dust,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And into ashes all my lust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The grave's a fine and private place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But none I think do there embrace.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now therefore, while the youthful hue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sits on thy skin like morning dew,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while thy willing soul transpires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At every pore with instant fires,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now let us sport us while we may;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now, like am'rous birds of prey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rather at once our time devour,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us roll all our strength, and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our sweetness, up into one ball;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tear our pleasures with rough strife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thorough the iron gates of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus, though we cannot make our sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand still, yet we will make him run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115716292765238002?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115716292765238002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115716292765238002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115716292765238002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115716292765238002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-his-coy-mistress.html' title='To his Coy Mistress'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115604696228982283</id><published>2006-08-20T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Great...</title><content type='html'>What an eventful one week it's been...from last Sunday 13th. Happy would be an understatement of how I feel. My heart has been smiling the glad-est it can be. Everything seems so smooth sailing after withstanding various hurdles to wait exactly a year! &lt;em&gt;Alhamdullillah.&lt;/em&gt; It was such a wonderful day...1 year anniversary knowing you, and at the same time giving you plenty of time to know me better as a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is growing fonder of you every minute, every day luv.  Going through all the adversities and made it to "&lt;em&gt;luahkan perasaan&lt;/em&gt;" to you-know-who luv on August 13th made everything so sweet. If I can show how happy my heart feels, I believe no smiles in the world can describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus with Liverpool winning the Community Shield game on the same day, I couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Luv, I love you dearly with all my heart. I don't care what others think of me. The one that matters are what you and your family think of me. Will be going all out to be the man who can take of you, whom can guide you, whom can carry our dreams together. I might not have loads of memories with you in the past cause what I want is memories together in the future. That'll be in the next stage next year luv. &lt;em&gt;Tunggu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115604696228982283?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115604696228982283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115604696228982283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115604696228982283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115604696228982283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-great.html' title='Life Is Great...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115378522414793152</id><published>2006-07-25T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/CIMG1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/CIMG1140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you again and again my luv...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115378522414793152?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115378522414793152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115378522414793152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115378522414793152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115378522414793152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115323325658800277</id><published>2006-07-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Waittttttt...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Can't wait for what?"...&lt;/em&gt;errr..."&lt;em&gt;can't wait to be back in KL away from Bangi&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;can't wait for this training to end&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;can't wait to munch San Francisco's Egg Muffin&lt;/em&gt;"...But most of all, "&lt;em&gt;can't wait to see my woman up close and personal again daily&lt;/em&gt;". It's been a terrible one month where I only manage to see her once or twice a week. I miss her smiles, voices, smell, style, smacks...I miss everything about her. No words can describe how much I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, I can miss my meal even when I'm hungry, but nothing can get me away from missing you cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss youuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past one month has also been a testing time both me and Luv. Quarrels like we never did before. Rambles over many things. Sometimes jealous of &lt;em&gt;small-small&lt;/em&gt; things. There was one evening, she almost call IT off. I felt half of me gone - &lt;em&gt;spiritually&lt;/em&gt;. I prayed and prayed and prayed for HIM to give me calmness to my messy piece of mind. The very next morning, I was ready to let things be for I want the best for her. Looked lost. No calls, No SMS like always...Until late that morning I received her SMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll, the point is...We survived that. Don't ask me about the future. I can't answer you that. But believe me, I'll still be by your side when you're 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is, we &lt;em&gt;gaduh&lt;/em&gt; again today. It hurts me everytime. But remember...I LOVE YOU anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115323325658800277?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115323325658800277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115323325658800277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115323325658800277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115323325658800277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/07/cant-waittttttt.html' title='Can&apos;t Waittttttt...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-115045484929960262</id><published>2006-06-16T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my last day at Central</title><content type='html'>Today...Is the last day of my attachment at our Central Region office. Kinda sad leaving all the Central guys behind. Not after so many happy memories and valuable experiences shared. Plenty of things to write but I'm gasping for breath here...Had a "very good time" just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let my mind and body recuperate...&lt;em&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;....Best. Opppsss, not going to let you to wander into the wilderness of notty thoughts. Till then, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-115045484929960262?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/115045484929960262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=115045484929960262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115045484929960262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/115045484929960262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-last-day-at-central.html' title='my last day at Central'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114907247752523442</id><published>2006-05-31T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plan...(headache)</title><content type='html'>Instead of going for my induction tomorrow, I'll be heading to Kuala Terengganu tomorrow instead. Will be there just for a day though. Leaving early morning then come back here later that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change is I'd be going for a Market Seeding program for 3 months. 1 month residential training and the other 2 months I'd be placed at different departments. Honestly...They should have done this much earlier rather than after spending days of uncertainty like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, will enjoy every bit of the experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114907247752523442?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114907247752523442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114907247752523442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114907247752523442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114907247752523442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/05/change-of-planheadache.html' title='Change of plan...(headache)'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114890195942328456</id><published>2006-05-29T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Up up and) Away...</title><content type='html'>Will be away from my luv for 2 months...Far away from bustling KL. Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv...I'll miss you dearly. Surely bring along the yellow teddy bear along hehehe. The one on your table will be my eyes watching you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114890195942328456?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114890195942328456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114890195942328456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114890195942328456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114890195942328456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-up-and-away.html' title='(Up up and) Away...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114803756477950750</id><published>2006-05-19T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder how lovely my luv is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/IMG_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/IMG_1693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/IMG_1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/IMG_1689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/DSCN1111.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The face that I'll never get tired looking at...My lovely sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114803756477950750?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114803756477950750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114803756477950750' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114803756477950750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114803756477950750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/05/ever-wonder-how-lovely-my-luv-is.html' title='Ever wonder how lovely my luv is?'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114803679180999059</id><published>2006-05-19T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has been great but tiring lately...</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I last put my rambling words here...Not intentionally but purely because of my hectic training schedule ever since I joined Petronas, to be exact - PETRONAS DAGANGAN slightly more than a month ago. This life defining moment will be a key step for me to marry my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surely will miss the next two months beginning 1st June going for a paid holiday...&lt;em&gt;ehem&lt;/em&gt;...induction training actually. Will miss you my super dearest luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, will try to write more as when I can afford to slot some minutes of my life in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114803679180999059?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114803679180999059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114803679180999059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114803679180999059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114803679180999059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-has-been-great-but-tiring-lately.html' title='Life has been great but tiring lately...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114412636140042465</id><published>2006-04-04T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12,13,14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; is Her birthdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; is the date I asked her to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; is MY birthdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing sequence is'nt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114412636140042465?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114412636140042465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114412636140042465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114412636140042465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114412636140042465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/04/121314.html' title='12,13,14.'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114318616763048215</id><published>2006-03-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/P14472.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/P14472.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping after work yesterday in KLCC. Bought four shirts. Good bargain. 50% discount. Infact, looking at the list of shirts there, we were so tempted of their colors and designs (most probably me and , not to mention their affordability. Two of those are on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when I went on trying them on and Luv was busy picking up one shirt after another for me to try then looking and commenting all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They are presents from my luv. So-called shirts to be worn for my new job though I bet I'll be wearing them much sooner than that. Wanna show Luv how good looking I am those new shirts heheheh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They'll surely make me to remember her love even more whenever Im wearing them to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/P14556.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/P14556.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/P14556.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114318616763048215?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114318616763048215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114318616763048215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114318616763048215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114318616763048215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/03/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114247595105143322</id><published>2006-03-16T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Everything About You Luv...</title><content type='html'>Luv, I should have added,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you, hit me with your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you, frown when you're feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you, dress yourself up everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you, smile with those lovely lips,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you, walk towards me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and many more I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to you luv...I Like The Way by Bodyrockers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so many things i like about you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I..I just don't know where to begin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you,look at me with those beautiful eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, act all surprised,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, sing along,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, always get it wrong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, clap your hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, love to dance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, shake your hair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you,like to touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you,stare so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most of all....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah..most of all....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you move.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you move.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, shake your hair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, like to touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, stare so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most of all....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah..most of all....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you move.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you move.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, shake your hair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you,like to touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way you, stare so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most of all....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah..most of all....I like the way you move!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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Luv...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114231871210290522</id><published>2006-03-14T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:26.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity hard to resist...</title><content type='html'>A little less than two weeks back I received an unexpected call to my pleasant surprise. He asked me to pick up my offer letter. This is not just any offer. It's from a company who's making billions of USD annually. I can hardly contain my joy. Called luv about it and she was equally happy too! The offer letter was picked up later in the afternoon and luv read it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...She cried after reading it. Happy but at the same time sad. I wondered there must be something not-so-good about the offer letter. We met later in the evening when she handed me the offer letter for me to read it. I was ecstatic with the offer then she pointed where I'll be posted...PRAI. I was speechless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment of silence for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then talked about it. How good the offer is. How taking up the opportunity will improve my finance. The perks and benefits associated with the company. The fact that her mum wants someone of very financially stable to be the man of her daughter also affect my decision. The impact of the distance between us. The temptations and not to mention how many people &lt;em&gt;kacau &lt;/em&gt;me and her.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;We discover more &lt;em&gt;pros&lt;/em&gt; than &lt;em&gt;cons&lt;/em&gt; of probable outcome. One sure thing, it'll boost my chance when I &lt;em&gt;pinang&lt;/em&gt; her. And that makes me to be more determine than ever to work this out for our future, you and me luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here and now,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to love faithfully, you're all I need,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here and now,&lt;br /&gt;I vow to be the one you ever need,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love is all I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly luv...I cannot stop thinking the day my troop &lt;em&gt;risik&lt;/em&gt; then &lt;em&gt;pinang&lt;/em&gt; you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114231871210290522?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114231871210290522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114231871210290522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114231871210290522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114231871210290522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/03/opportunity-hard-to-resist.html' title='Opportunity hard to resist...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-114137589309375219</id><published>2006-03-03T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Is Growing Fonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was sleeping the other night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind filled with your love and dream so bright,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna love you with all my might,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be your shining armour knight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and realised tears flowing down my cheek. My heart is growing fonder of you. Luv, I can live with anybody, but I cannot live without you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-114137589309375219?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/114137589309375219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=114137589309375219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114137589309375219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/114137589309375219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/03/heart-is-growing-fonder.html' title='Heart Is Growing Fonder'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113997058618522580</id><published>2006-02-15T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of many...</title><content type='html'>Have been playing &lt;em&gt;TONIGHT I CELEBRATE MY LOVE by Peabo Bryson and Roberta Flack&lt;/em&gt; as my lullaby for the past 3 nights. Call me crazy and I admit I am, I am crazily in love. My mind wanders of many things while listening to the song, many firsts I've had with you babe, and many more first coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time calling you, hearing your voice. &lt;em&gt;Me getar inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First SMS we exchange. &lt;em&gt;Me Excited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time meeting you up, the very first smile that simply melt me down. &lt;em&gt;Me weak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First glance of you. Me &lt;em&gt;Amazed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First smooch and hug of you.&lt;br /&gt;First look of how you walk, how you talk.&lt;br /&gt;First hand-holding while crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;First walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;First hit I got from your free-swinging hands.&lt;br /&gt;First &lt;em&gt;merajuk&lt;/em&gt; of you that I face, our first so-called-quarrel too.&lt;br /&gt;First dinner, a quick dinner, at KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;First breakfast together.&lt;br /&gt;First trip sending her to office.&lt;br /&gt;First grocery shopping at Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;First charter of future plan together.&lt;br /&gt;First shopping, and many window shoppings together.&lt;br /&gt;First trip sending you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these, many more firsts, are first of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, with many more nights, I celebrate my love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems the natural thing to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight no one's gonna find us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll leave the world behind us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I make love to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hope that deep inside you feel it too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight our spirits will be climbing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the sky lit up with diamonds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I make love to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you (ooh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that midnight song is gonna come shining through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight there'll be no distance between us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I want most to do Is to get close to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And soon this old world will seem brand new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight we will both discover &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How friends turn into lovers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I make love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you (ooh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that midnight song is gonna come shining through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight there'll be no distance between us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I want most to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113997058618522580?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113997058618522580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113997058618522580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113997058618522580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113997058618522580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-of-many.html' title='First of many...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113980415304559902</id><published>2006-02-13T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary My Love</title><content type='html'>3 months ago, on this date, 13th of the month, I asked you for the honor to be your man babe. And I, want to earn that trust you gave me. And that what I'll do till the day I sign off to be your beloved husband in front of the &lt;em&gt;kadi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/iloveyou.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For I thank God, meeting such a wonderful person as you. Everyday is Valentine with you around, everyday I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to make life's journey with you my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, have you ever tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really reaching out for the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be climbing on rainbows but baby, here goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams, they're for those who sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is for us to keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you're wondering what this song is leading to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to make it with youI really think that we can make it girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh, you don't know me well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every little thing only time will tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you believe the things that I do and we'll see it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life can be short or long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love can be right or wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I chose the one I'd like to help me through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll like to make it with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really think that we can make it girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you know that, dreams they're for those who sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is for us to keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I chose the one I'd like to help me through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll like to make it with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really think that we can make it girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113980415304559902?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113980415304559902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113980415304559902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113980415304559902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113980415304559902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-anniversary-my-love.html' title='Happy Anniversary My Love'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113921010354927323</id><published>2006-02-06T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything is possible with you my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NAT KING COLE - Impossible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If they had ever told me how sweet a kiss could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have said impossible, impossible for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if they said I’d find you beyond the rainbow’s end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have said impossible, impossible, my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To dream about what might have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is strange enough for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now it seems I’m living in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dream too beautiful to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If they had said a moonbeam could calm a stormy sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have said impossible but now at last I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That nothing is impossible if you are here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have said impossible but now at last I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That nothing is impossible if you are here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERRY COMO - It's impossible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's impossible, tell the sun to leave the sky, it's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's impossible, ask a baby not to cry, it's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I hold you closer to me and not feel you goin' through me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Split the second that I never think of you? Oh, how impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can the ocean keep from rushin' to the shore? It's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had you, could I ever want for more? It's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tomorrow, shouldya ask me for the world, somehow I'd get it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would sell my very soul and not regret it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For to live without your love--It's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can the ocean keep from rushin' to the shore? It's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had you, could I ever want for more? It's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tomorrow, shouldya ask me for the world, somehow I'd get it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would sell my very soul and not regret it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For to live without your love--It's just impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossible, immmmmm-impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113921010354927323?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113921010354927323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113921010354927323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113921010354927323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113921010354927323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/02/anything-is-possible-with-you-my-love.html' title='Anything is possible with you my love'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113920025109630982</id><published>2006-02-06T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depress.depress.smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DEPRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so depress last nite. Liverpool lost a match they could have easily won had they converted the chances that come begging. I forgot one thing though. We had Peter Crouch up front and of course he would miss those. This is the same guy who needs more than 24 football hours to score his first! I believe it's forgiven shall you strike rate is that abysmal if you're a central defender, but you're a forward for God's sake! Liverpool certainly doesn't need to pay a player of their own to represent opponent's extra defender by clearing chances after chances. Peter Crouch is better off sleeping on his couch than playing last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEPRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me hours to be able to even close my eyes and shut down my brain. I ended up only manage to catch a few minutes of nap. I was soooooo &lt;em&gt;geram &lt;/em&gt;plus &lt;em&gt;bengang&lt;/em&gt; plus irritated plus &lt;em&gt;rasa-nak-pukul-orang&lt;/em&gt;. Woke up half dead. Panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get myself up, performed my &lt;em&gt;Subh&lt;/em&gt; prayer, had a cold morning shower then getting myself prepared to work. While getting prepared, called my loved one, and how the sweetest voice of all, calling me "luv" simply sweeten and make my day. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113920025109630982?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113920025109630982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113920025109630982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113920025109630982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113920025109630982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/02/depressdepresssmile.html' title='depress.depress.smile'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113894818907798710</id><published>2006-02-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Hungry Eyes</title><content type='html'>I hung out at Coffee Bean near Ampang Point last Sunday (29 Jan) with a guy friend of mine after our CNY excursion at Mid Valley. Had Ice Blended Vanilla...Yummy. Can't beat my favorite Iced Caramel Macchiato I normally have at Starbucks though. Anyhow, me and him went upstairs and sat at the siesta section where you sit &lt;em&gt;bersila &lt;/em&gt;as they have japanese coffee table. Considering it was a CNY holiday and I haven't been to this Coffee Bean for a long while, I was quite surprise to see plenty of good looking women having their drinks at few tables away. No wonder this is one of my friend's favorite place to hang out. He's single anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes and his went from one woman to another. A group of young women in their nice &lt;em&gt;kebayas&lt;/em&gt; probably just came back from a &lt;em&gt;majlis kahwin &lt;/em&gt;at two tables away, one &lt;em&gt;minah salleh&lt;/em&gt; and a malay lady at the next siesta section to our left, and then there's a group of 4 ladies with one of them showing off her Apple iBook. Me and him were looking at these ladies and commenting each and every one of them. But my mind wasn't there. My eyes were hungry...Hungry for someone else - my babe my love. I feel the hunger every time I look at her. My eyes simply cannot get enough of looking at her. And then, I ended up humming Eric Carmen's Hungry Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been meaning to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got this feelin’ that won’t subside&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and I fantasize&lt;br /&gt;You are mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve got you in my sights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;One look at you and I can’t disguise&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel the magic between you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you so hear me out&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you what love’s all about&lt;br /&gt;Darlin’ tonight&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve got you in my sights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;One look at you and I can’t disguise&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel the magic between you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve got you in my sights&lt;br /&gt;With these hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now did I take you by surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to see&lt;br /&gt;This love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;One look at you and I can’t disguise&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel the magic between you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve got you in my sights&lt;br /&gt;With those hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Did I take you by surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hungry eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, my hungry eyes want to see that face of yours before they close, and want to see the same &lt;em&gt;baru-bangun-tidur&lt;/em&gt; face when I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113894818907798710?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113894818907798710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113894818907798710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113894818907798710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113894818907798710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-hungry-eyes.html' title='I Got Hungry Eyes'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113826497424145211</id><published>2006-01-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do People Think Of Your Face Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is moody and dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem thoughtful and interested in ideas.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situation, you seem like you're oblivious to the stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;a/&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113826497424145211?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113826497424145211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113826497424145211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113826497424145211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113826497424145211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-do-people-think-of-your-face-quiz.html' title='What Do People Think Of Your Face Quiz'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113808686888446276</id><published>2006-01-24T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin? I was suffering from many loves that never meant to be, I persevered. I got hurt, but I picked myself piece by piece everytime. My heart got battered though I looked fine physically. I never intended to fall in love, never planned to like someone, it just happened. Maybe God put me to go through all these to make me to learn about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, someone attracted my attention. Initially, I resisted the temptation. For I don't want to be just another fool who rush into something. Then, I met her up. There, I saw a smile that weakened me, a lovely face that my eyes can not get tired of looking, blunt and honest personality I feel so comfortable, and...I felt something inexplicable that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then onwards, I explored her. She simply stands out being herself. Practical and lovable, a bit temper and food lover, fashion conscious and fabulous. I'd trade any Miss Universe for her, but I wouldn't trade her for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one who give my life a new beginning - my babe. A tribute to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do I begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tell the story of how great a love can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweet love story that is older than the sea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The simple truth about the love she brings to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do I start &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her first hello &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There'd never be another love, another time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She came into my life and made the living fine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She fills my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She fills my heart with very special things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With angels' songs , with wild imaginings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She fills my soul with so much love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That anywhere I go I'm never lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her around, who could be lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach for her hand-it's always there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long does it last &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can love be measured by the hours in a day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no answers now but this much I can say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she'll be there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113808686888446276?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113808686888446276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113808686888446276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113808686888446276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113808686888446276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113755114355039280</id><published>2006-01-18T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell of our love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/DKNYlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/DKNYlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the smell of our love, DKNY Be Delicious. Got them for my birthday. One for me, the other for my love. The one in brown color is DKNY Men and the light green is for the fairer sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smell great! The scent is pretty sensuous and classy at the same time. It's like you're making dirty dancing and tango moves simultaneously. Addictive...Refreshing. Can't stop sniffing at my love...Somehow am breathing her everywhere. Hmmm...Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check them out here &lt;a href="http://dkny.com/control/fragrance/~type=home"&gt;http://dkny.com/control/fragrance/~type=home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113755114355039280?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113755114355039280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113755114355039280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113755114355039280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113755114355039280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/01/smell-of-our-love.html' title='Smell of our love'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113694459173979440</id><published>2006-01-11T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers of my love</title><content type='html'>Since I can not buy her flowers, not for now at least, and she keeps on reminding me that!, so so i write this post instead. She warned me a few minutes earlier over the phone, "&lt;em&gt;If you buy me flowers, I'll throw them away! Don't you ever waste your money on them.&lt;/em&gt;". Don't you think she's marvellous? Other women could have begged for roses every date. That's why I always remind myself that I've met countless prettier women, I've seen sweeter smiles, I've seen sexier ladies, but they all are not her, no one is even close to be as magnificent as her. She's special. She's just practical. She's simply adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drools over Lilies and Gerberas. Infact, these blooms will adorn our wedding day. That will be the day I'll shower her with her favorite flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerbera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/gerbera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/gerbera.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Common names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gerbera, gerbera daisy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daisy-like blooms grow to 5 inches wide with layers of thin petals. They also grow in many sizes including miniature varieties; single-flowered or double-flowered; and spider varieties. Colors include white, cream, yellow, gold, pink, magenta, salmon, orange, red and bi-colors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/lili81a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/lili81a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Common names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lily, Asiatic lily, Oriental lily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trumpet-shaped flowers grow to a 6-inch diameter. Stems grow to 3 feet long, carrying four to eight blossoms. Sparse foliage is dark green. Because blooms open at various times, most lilies live one to two weeks. Colors include white, yellow, pink, red and orange; many have a deeper color (freckles) on the inner petal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference from &lt;a href="http://www.aboutflowers.com"&gt;www.aboutflowers.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113694459173979440?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113694459173979440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113694459173979440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113694459173979440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113694459173979440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/01/flowers-of-my-love.html' title='Flowers of my love'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113626070343576937</id><published>2006-01-03T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2006</title><content type='html'>Late posting but I hope it's not too late to greet HAPPY NEW YEAR still. It's been pretty hectic lately - moving out to new office, meetings, rushing for deadlines, and catching Liverpool matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll be a blessed year, full of love and prosperity to all. And of course talking about NY is not complete without NY resolutions. Mine? &lt;em&gt;Ehem&lt;/em&gt;...The 5 that makes the list for this year are...(drum beats behind)&lt;br /&gt;1) To reduce my smoking index from current a pack of 20 for 3 - 4 days to a pack a week&lt;br /&gt;2) To get more money and save more too (Nak &lt;em&gt;merisik&lt;/em&gt; my babe)&lt;br /&gt;3) To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;4) To love and appreciate people close to me more&lt;br /&gt;5) To be holier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one who used to be called a walking chimney, I think the 1st one is the hardest to accomplish. But by hook or by crook I gotta do it, for health and for love reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113626070343576937?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113626070343576937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113626070343576937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113626070343576937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113626070343576937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-2006.html' title='Happy New Year 2006'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113531776436159824</id><published>2005-12-23T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye old office, Welcome new office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/IMAG0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/IMAG0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/IMAG0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pic of my previous working place. Err...still working at the same company it's just that I've been relocated to a place I can call it &lt;em&gt;"tempat jin bertendang"&lt;/em&gt;. I mean way different compared to before where I had the view of KLCC everyday and now am surrounded by trees, hills and clear view of the skies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can see clearly now the rain has gone, I can see all obstacles in my way"&lt;/em&gt;...Why am I singing this song? No idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/IMAG0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/IMAG0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one, is where I hibernate now....OOpppss, where I am working I mean. Nothing change really. Her pictures are always around. And off course, she's always close to my heart too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113531776436159824?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113531776436159824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113531776436159824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113531776436159824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113531776436159824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-old-office-welcome-new-office.html' title='Goodbye old office, Welcome new office.'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113470759816501406</id><published>2005-12-16T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my everything</title><content type='html'>The song that makes my sweet love lingers in my mind before I went to sleep last nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na na na na ... You're my everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun that shines above you makes the blue bird sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars that twinkle way up in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I kiss your lips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the rolling thunder to my finger tips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the while my head in a spin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep with in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nothing Really matters but the love you bring &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see you in the morning with those big brown eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever and the day I need you close to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never have to worry never fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I am near &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I hold you tight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing that can harm you in the lonely night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll come to you and keep you safe and warm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, so strong my love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live upon the land and see the sky above &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll swim within oceans sweet and warm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no storm my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recite my sleeping prayers before I close my eyes: Pray to Allah; to have a good nite sleep, to be able to breath another day, to be healthy, to &lt;em&gt;dimurahkan rezeki&lt;/em&gt; the following day, and to have &lt;em&gt;jodoh&lt;/em&gt; with you babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113470759816501406?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113470759816501406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113470759816501406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113470759816501406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113470759816501406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-my-everything.html' title='You&apos;re my everything'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113454528284543120</id><published>2005-12-14T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/plaguewalk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/plaguewalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who haven't been to Sabah, or Kudat especially, perhaps these pictures may entice you to visit the Land Below The Wind one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left in particular shows the Tip of Borneo at Simpang Mengayau, Kudat. You got me right. It's REALLY the tip of borneo! It's really situated at the very end of north of Borneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.trekearth.com"&gt;http://www.trekearth.com&lt;/a&gt;. More of them are available there. Pictures of Kudat in particular can be seen here &lt;a href="http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Asia/Malaysia/East/Sabah/Kudat/page1.htm"&gt;http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Asia/Malaysia/East/Sabah/Kudat/page1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/landend04.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/landend04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pic of the tip slightly further aback from the previous pic. Wedding lunch venue. My Wedding! The side of the long walkway will be decorated by flowers + pink flags+ cloths. Guests will be brought to the wedding floor by shaded &lt;em&gt;beca &lt;/em&gt;from allocated parking bay nearby&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme; pink-ish. Everybody will be in pink, even the caterer, that'll be the dress code. Wedding dress; pinkish + songket. See the floor tiles, it's pink too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kompang please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/ledusk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; View of the place at dusk. The other wedding idea: my romantic wedding dinner venue will be something of this nature. The side of the long walkway will be decorated by artificial OR real torch if nature permits (it's pretty windy there). At the levelled end is where me and my babe will stand, wedding floor, in front of respected guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme; similar to daylight wedding - pink-ish. Everybody will be in pink, that's the dress code. Wedding dress; pinkish + songket. And there'll be a small band of orchestra + singers playing "From this moment" of Shania Twain - our wedding song, "Woman" and "Oh my love" of John Lennon, "So Amazing" of Luther Vandross, and many other great songs, while everybody's having their sumptous meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/landend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/400/landend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tip of Borneo from afar. Magnificent isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/plaguewalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113454528284543120?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113454528284543120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113454528284543120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113454528284543120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113454528284543120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113435752159042112</id><published>2005-12-12T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 24th Birthday My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to the woman,&lt;br /&gt;whom I want to share my life with,&lt;br /&gt;whom I want to be with at everyday, every birthday,&lt;br /&gt;whom I want to &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most important of all, simply love me in return. And I love you too babe. Multiply my love by infinity, take it to the depths of forever and you'll still only have a glimpse of how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the song we sung together this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you to need me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d love you to love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never get enough of you...Happy Birthday again my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113435752159042112?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113435752159042112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113435752159042112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113435752159042112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113435752159042112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-24th-birthday-my-love.html' title='Happy 24th Birthday My Love'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113393391823163931</id><published>2005-12-07T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Rating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/1600/liferating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4777/1446/320/liferating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my life rating. 7 out of 10! I've amazed myself! LOL. I'm fairly happy with life. I believe life can always get better especially if you are not one who are easily contented with life. But, am thankful. Thankful for whatever God has given me, be it good or bad. Look at them positively. They all are learning episodes about life. And financial mistakes that hit me hard before is something I confess will only make me to manage it better in the future though you can have my words money is never enough no matter how much you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, you can do the test yourself at &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html"&gt;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html&lt;/a&gt;. See how you fare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113393391823163931?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113393391823163931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113393391823163931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113393391823163931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113393391823163931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-life-rating.html' title='My Life Rating'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113297804366914160</id><published>2005-11-26T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Woman, My Babe, My Everything...</title><content type='html'>A tribute to a wonderful woman whom I want to share my life with, and who captured my heart, my mind with her tender, love, and care. I dedicate the song "&lt;em&gt;Woman by John Lennon&lt;/em&gt;" for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woman I can hardly express, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mixed emotion at my thoughtlessness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all I'm forever in your debt, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And woman I will try express, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My inner feelings and thankfullness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For showing me the meaning of succsess, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooh well, well, oooh well, well, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woman I know you understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little child inside the man, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please remember my life is in your hands, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And woman hold me close to your heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, distant don't keep us apart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all it is written in the stars, oooh well, well, oooh well, well, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woman please let me explain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never mean(t) to cause you sorrow or pain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me tell you again and again and again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you (yeah, yeah)...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, life hasn't been easy to our love but I  believe all the struggles battling every obstacle, barrier,  and every discouragement, will measure how much we want to be together. Amid all these, they certainly making me loving, wanting and needing you even more than before. But surely this is a war I cannot fight alone babe. Give me enough love, and I'll win any war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to quote Anthony Hopkins in one of his movies, (he was saying this to his screen daughter), &lt;em&gt;"Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him(her)? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words make me strong, and with you, your love, your smile make me even stronger babe. And though I can't be with you every night, I know my heart is by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll prevail from all these adversities babe. You have my words. I love you like crazy and want to love you even crazier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113297804366914160?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113297804366914160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113297804366914160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113297804366914160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113297804366914160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-woman-my-babe-my-everything.html' title='My Woman, My Babe, My Everything...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113134056171360691</id><published>2005-11-07T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:24.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...Nov 6</title><content type='html'>How ironic it can be...I had almost similar Raya this year as compared to last year. Let's see,&lt;br /&gt;- Spent it with my buddy Shine&lt;br /&gt;- Lunch at banana leaf (forgot the name of the place) next to Hong Leong bank. Highly recommended! But you gotta be there early especially for lunch and dinner as to avoid long queue during these peak hours. We then off to Starbucks at Telawi for our regular coffee sips. We both used to be Starbucks junkies those days.&lt;br /&gt;- Both were on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking and sharing about almost everything, my life and hers. The good news, she and Steven is buying a new house in USJ. Truly happy for her. And me talking about the love of my life, my babe. And then she called! &lt;em&gt;Panjang umur&lt;/em&gt;. We were talking for a while but it feels so short. Will never get enough of her voice. Managed to get her talking to Shine. Wishing my sweet baby to meet up with Shine one day. None of my ex-es made it to that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after the looking-at-cars-and-people session at Starbucks, I went to nearby mosque to become holy for Asr and she went &lt;em&gt;looking-looking&lt;/em&gt; at Blook, SASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, we went scouring around inside Bangsar Village. First, we checked out Apple's NANO at First floor. OMG! It's one sexy-sweet-sleek gadget. Color monitor plus simple yet sleek design get her to drool over it. It holds only 2Gb or 4Gb size of Mp3s but that'll carry approximately 1000 songs. Enough &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;. Nobody listen to that much songs in a day, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent the next half an hour getting in-and-out of three lovely "ladies" on Ground Floor. Their names: WRX, Legacy and Forrester of Subaru. LOL, you must be thinking of sexy ladies eh. WRX, the rally bred will suit those &lt;em&gt;ah-bengs&lt;/em&gt; and Petter Solberg-wannabes just nice. Legacy is for those high-flying executives, and me was caressing the frameless window endlessly. Forrester will be just nice for mums to ferry their kids to school, rush to wet market then dash back home in no time. These are cars that long for us to push the throttle to the max and listen to the burbles of its boxer engine. Intoxicating. Unfortunately the prices are toxins for your wallet. It'll cost arms and legs for people like me. Dream on Syah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We round up the Bangsar Village trip by her shopping some groceries before heading home picked up by her beloved Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the company Shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113134056171360691?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113134056171360691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113134056171360691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113134056171360691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113134056171360691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/11/sundaynov-6.html' title='Sunday...Nov 6'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113090962838052260</id><published>2005-11-02T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI</title><content type='html'>To All Muslims, &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/strong&gt;. Let's celebrate our triumph in controlling and managing our &lt;em&gt;nafsu&lt;/em&gt; in ramadhan and may the lessons learned in the past month will make us a better muslim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113090962838052260?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113090962838052260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113090962838052260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113090962838052260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113090962838052260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113031484985700611</id><published>2005-10-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:23.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's hope for more broadband in Malaysia..</title><content type='html'>JARING recently launched its ADSL service rivaling the old &lt;em&gt;taiko&lt;/em&gt; Streamyx. Actually they launched this service quite some time back and plenty of grouses heard among many Malaysians of its almost "hideously" expensive service and equipment. But fret not, it was a premium service of ADSL with VoIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new package, &lt;a href="http://www.jaring.my/broadband/index_business.html?cont=flite_package"&gt;http://www.jaring.my/broadband/index_business.html?cont=flite_package&lt;/a&gt;, is much more affordable and mind you they're giving away free ADSL modems during the promotional period! Great ain't it! This is another classic case of David vs. Goliath but by putting the right strategy, I believe JARING will prevail. I hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the VoIP concern, VoIP calls result in great call savings due to its nature of going over IP instead of the more common fixed line. Good news isn't it? But unfortunately, due to the brilliance of our regulatory and the local telcos, adoption of new technologies are pretty slow with these people are more concern about themselves than making Malaysia a better nation. Welll...This is a country where the broadband penetration is at sluggish 1% eventhough we started broadband earlier than South Korea. All thanks to the MCMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, you can check out other JARING offerings here, &lt;a href="http://www.jaring.my/index.html"&gt;http://www.jaring.my/index.html&lt;/a&gt;. You could be forgiven if you think I'm a staunch JARING supporter. YES, I am. The least I want to see in Malaysia is TMNet monopolizing the market. They have almost absolute share of the fixed line market to the extent that they have the prerogative power to service which area they want to! That is certainly not good for the people, and Malaysia as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling my fellow Malaysians to support JARING for a better Broadband coverage in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JARING, you have every bit of my good luck wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113031484985700611?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113031484985700611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113031484985700611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113031484985700611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113031484985700611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-hope-for-more-broadband-in.html' title='There&apos;s hope for more broadband in Malaysia..'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113031273742140340</id><published>2005-10-26T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:23.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you babe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Babe...I was listening to this song and then you dance in my mind...LOVELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't walk on by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't you make me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't you see girl, who my heart's beating for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the only girl that I adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first time I saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, you looked so fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I had a feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day you'd be mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honey you came along and captured my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now my love is somewhere lost in your kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I'm all alone it's you that I miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl a love like yours is hard to resist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, Oh, Ooh, Ooh, Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, my love's on fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, you're my one desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me baby could this be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I could need someone, like I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nights warm and tender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lying next to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl I surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, what more can I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've spent all of my life in search of your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now there's one more thing I'd like to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you ever take your sweet love away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl I'll do anything, just please stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't understand it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh what's come over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I'm not gonna worry, no not anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Cause when a man's in love, he's only got one story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's why my love is somewhere lost in your kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I'm lost and alone it's you that I miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a love like yours, it's hard to resist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ooh, Ooh, Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't you walk on by (don't you walk on by) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't you make me cry (don't you make me cry baby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't you walk on by (don't you walk on by) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't you make me cry (Oh penny baby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't you walk on by (don't you walk on by) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember the first time I saw you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny lover, don't you make me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You had the look in your eye, you had the look in your eye, Yeah, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ooh pretty baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just wanted to reachout and touch you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want to reach out and hold ya, I want to reach out and say Ooh, Ooh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't make me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna talk about you everyday (Penny lover) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need you, need you baby ...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113031273742140340?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113031273742140340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113031273742140340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113031273742140340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113031273742140340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-you-babe.html' title='I need you babe...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-113013126347424000</id><published>2005-10-24T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resipi Masakan Cinta</title><content type='html'>Read this somewhere and I find it nice and amusing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan:&lt;br /&gt;1 lelaki sihat,&lt;br /&gt;1 wanita sihat,&lt;br /&gt;100% Komitmen,&lt;br /&gt;2 pasang restu orang tua,&lt;br /&gt;1 botol kasih sayang murni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan Perhiasan:&lt;br /&gt;1 botol besar humor,&lt;br /&gt;25 gr rekreasi,&lt;br /&gt;1 bungkus doa,&lt;br /&gt;2 sendok teh telefon2an, SMS&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya dikacau hingga merata dan mengembang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;Pilih lelaki dan wanita yang benar-benar matang dan seimbang. Jangan yang satu terlalu tua dan yang lainnya terlalu muda kerana dapat mempengaruhi kelazatan (sebaiknya dibeli di supermarket bernama TEMPAT IBADAH atau TEMPAT KERJA, walaupun agak jual mahal tapi mutunya terjamin.) Jangan beli di pasar yang bernama DISKO atau PARTY kerana walaupun modelnya bagus dan harum baunya tapi kadang menipu konsumer atau kadang menggunakan zat pewarna yang boleh merosak kesihatan. Gunakan Kasih sayang cap "IMAN, HARAP &amp; KASIH" yang telah mendapatkan penghargaan ISO dari Jabatan Kesihatan dan Kerohanian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara Memasak:&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki dan Wanita dicuci bersih, buang semua masa lampaunya sehingga tersisa niat yang murni. Siapkan bekas yang telah digaul dengan komitmen dan restu orang tua secara merata. Masukkan niat yang murni ke dalam lbekas dan panggang dengan api cinta, merata sekitar 30 minit di depan kadi.Biarkan di dalam bekas tadi dan sirami dengan semua rencah di atas. Kuih siap dinikmati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catatan:&lt;br /&gt;Kuih ini dapat dinikmati oleh pembuatnya seumur hidup dan paling enak dinikmati dalam keadaan kasih yang hangat. Tapi kalau sudah agak dingin, Tambahkan lagi humor segar secukupnya, rekreasi sesuai selera, serta beberapa potong doa kemudian dihangatkan lagi di oven "Tempat Ibadah" marak diatas api cinta. Setelah mulai hangat, jangan lupa telefon2an bila berjauhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-113013126347424000?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/113013126347424000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=113013126347424000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113013126347424000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/113013126347424000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/10/resipi-masakan-cinta.html' title='Resipi Masakan Cinta'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112953618804648319</id><published>2005-10-17T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:23.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Walk Alone II</title><content type='html'>What a weekend that was vs. Blackburn. We won only after making lives difficult ourselves. IT's true that we never had good results against them in recent years, but mostly its because of our owndoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summary of our main strikers,&lt;br /&gt;1) We need Cisse. Yes, he missed host of chances especially all the wide headers.But, we always looked dangerous with him around. His presence alone get the opposing defenders away from our other players and that create spaces for other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Crouch, am getting irritatingly dissapointed with him - for not creating enough chances nor dangerous enough in the 6 yard box. Hey, we might as well stucked with Heskey if we want him to linger in the center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Morientes, or as he affectionately known as Moro, was a pale shadow of himself. Sorely lacking match fitness. In one instance, he could have easily poked in the ball into the goal than missing it after the goalkeeper had spilled riise's shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...take your pick. I'll stick with Cisse, then choose his partner: Crouch or Moro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112953618804648319?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112953618804648319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112953618804648319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112953618804648319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112953618804648319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/10/youll-never-walk-alone-ii.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Walk Alone II'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112951876181464413</id><published>2005-10-17T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to take a chance with you babe...</title><content type='html'>"Thanks babe", it means the world to me. It's for that someone who make me realise there's much more happiness in this world for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I'll take my time exploring you. Let's take one step at a time. Let's do it on our terms. I want us to realise we being together for wanting to be together - not for filling up empty spaces in our hearts, not for mere company for being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song for you babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You remind me I live in a shell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe from the past,and doing' okay,but not very well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No jolts, no surprises,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No crisis arises,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life goes along as it should,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all very nice,but not very good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm Ready To Take A Chance Again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready to put my love on the line with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been living with nothing to show for it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get what you get when you go for it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm Ready To Take Chance Again with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she left me in all my despair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just held on,My hopes were all gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I found you there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm Ready To Take A Chance Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready To Take A Chance Again with you, With you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe...I want you. And am ready to take a chance with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112951876181464413?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112951876181464413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112951876181464413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112951876181464413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112951876181464413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/10/ready-to-take-chance-with-you-babe.html' title='Ready to take a chance with you babe...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112806834380882420</id><published>2005-09-30T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:23.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk</title><content type='html'>According to Oxford Dictionary,  risk is ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 a situation involving exposure to danger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 the possibility that something unpleasant will happen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 a person or thing causing a risk or regarded in relation to risk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk taking is free. And whatever we do, routines or instances, have risks of its own. Just look at the list below,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To laugh is to risk appearing the fool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To weep is to risk appearing sentimental &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To reach out for another is to risk involvement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To expose feelings is to risk exposing true self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live is to risk dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hope is to risk despair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;To try is to risk failure&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he has forfeited freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read one old chinese saying &lt;em&gt;"he who is afraid to roll the dice will never get a six"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does this apply to love? This is where it'll get messy. Either you want to go for the best lady in town that fullfill your emotional and physical wants and needs with suitors queing to &lt;em&gt;pinang&lt;/em&gt; her but risking rejection for you aren't the best guy in town, OR, you just settle for an ordinary lady and making the most out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no danger in going for the best right? So what if something upleasant will happen? Just chin up and pick up yourself for the next adventure! Sound easy but it may turn harder and harder to pick up the pieces after your battle-hardened heart is full of "scars".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...I've mentioned about this before, have I? Don't let my ramblings spoil your weekend mood. Let me pick up the pieces of me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112806834380882420?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112806834380882420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112806834380882420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112806834380882420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112806834380882420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/09/risk.html' title='Risk'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112805356790961845</id><published>2005-09-30T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:22.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One on One, Shine on Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shine-on-shine.blogspot.com/"&gt;One on One, Shine on Shine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good reading. Some of you readers could be forgiven thinking this blog full of rantings, tantrums of a hot-blooded woman after reading this one. But...you'll enjoy it. I know I do. And I know I enjoy knowing this buddy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not spend hours together sipping coffees and sharing secrets and stories at Starbucks like we used to but you're always dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on writing Shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112805356790961845?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112805356790961845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112805356790961845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112805356790961845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112805356790961845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-on-one-shine-on-shine.html' title='One on One, Shine on Shine'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112555709029000200</id><published>2005-09-01T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:22.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is A Paradox...</title><content type='html'>I've known M for years. This is the guy who has the sweetest of heart to &lt;em&gt;manjakan&lt;/em&gt; his loved one. He started his love life late though as he told me he wanted to concentrate on his study and to get good grades being a filial son as he is. The problem of being a nice guy is...You'll end up hurting yourself badly, your heart and feeling. I ended up listening to him telling me of his ex-es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X1, is chinese, part-time model, part-time saleswoman, full-time mahjoong player. "&lt;em&gt;full-time Mahjoong player??&lt;/em&gt;", I asked. &lt;em&gt;"Yup. Daily and every weekend without fail"&lt;/em&gt;, he replied. &lt;em&gt;"And me banker at times, the one who provides her the money to gamble"&lt;/em&gt;, he continued". &lt;em&gt;"Oh ya, at least she taught me conversational Cantonese",&lt;/em&gt; he added with a grin on his face. &lt;em&gt;You are fair and looked like Chinese, so it's good for you!&lt;/em&gt; the voices in my head screamed to him hahahhah. There are times that he simply drives to her house in wee hours cause she isn't feeling well...A good 40km for a one way trip. And he lost his virginity to this lady. I was laughing my lungs out when he told me that. It's destined to fail...Because of the gambling habit actually hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X2, a corporate lady of mixed-parentage background. I said &lt;em&gt;"cool. she must be not short of suitors"&lt;/em&gt;. Everything seems perfect. It's all fireworks. She loves Ocean Deep, He dances to Suddenly. She longs for bakeries, He eats buns almost everyday. Went to KLCC just wanna have a glimpse of her. But...It's destined to fail too. &lt;em&gt;"There were too many secrets. I couldn't call at this time, that time. I couldnt visit her home when she falls ill", &lt;/em&gt;he said regretfully then continue, &lt;em&gt;"It lasted for a while, for love, lust...". &lt;/em&gt;He didn't tell me what are the secrets though I could have guessed that she's married! No brainer. &lt;em&gt;Recipe for a disaster &lt;/em&gt;- like another very good friend, S, told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X3, a system engineer. NO NO NO...not the kinda dork you see inside a cubicle with glasses that a sight to be hold. This one he said, a trendy one. And yeah talking about trendy, &lt;em&gt;"she indulges in shopping therapy every time she feels down". &lt;/em&gt;No offence but, which woman doesn't? One thing though, he didn't "touch" this one. His reason - he didn't feel like he loves her deep enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing he admitted, along the way, when he's single, he wasn't the best man around, let alone being a good Muslim. He's a walking chimney (chain smoker), he drank like a fish, and he changed sleeping partner week-in week-out (&lt;em&gt;He duly explained he was bragging more than anything else to explain the frequency of his non committal nature&lt;/em&gt;). "&lt;em&gt;I was single for godsake&lt;/em&gt;", he screamed. I said, &lt;em&gt;"Thank God you changed"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;"Yeah, thank God. I was too far astray from the right path". &lt;/em&gt;Philosophically he questioned me&lt;em&gt;, "Should you wear your heart on your sleeve and give you all or should you be cold and be protective of your heart?". &lt;/em&gt;I was dumbfounded. I had no answer for that. It left my heart tickled hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all the mind-bashing of "horrific" tales on love, I asked him, &lt;em&gt;"Are you seeing anybody now?"&lt;/em&gt;. He gleefully answered with a shrug, &lt;em&gt;"I don't know. Probably. Love is complicated."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me thinking. You can give you all in a relationship but that's when you're most vulnerable. Life is traveled but once, which makes it all the more necessary that we have little regret over the path/s we take in this journey of life. And it was then that I realized this, that some of us, albeit our heartaches and vulnerabilities, are just the way we are, the incorrigible emotional fools, because that's the life some of us get on best with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112555709029000200?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112555709029000200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112555709029000200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112555709029000200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112555709029000200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-is-paradox.html' title='Love Is A Paradox...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112528304015914609</id><published>2005-08-29T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:22.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Script For a Jester's Tear</title><content type='html'>Never thought I'd be writing this for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be dedicating this for my lost love.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever crossing my mind losing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self penned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too late to say I love you,Too late to restage the play &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too much, Too soon, too far, to go,Too late to play, the game is over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts, the game is over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too late to say I love you,Too late to restage the play &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The game is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I act the role in classic style of A martyr carved with a twisted smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To bleed the lyric for this song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To write the rites to right my wrongs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An epitaph to a broken dream to Exorcise this silent scream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A scream that's born from sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did write that love song the words just never seemed to flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now sad in reflection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I gaze through perfection &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And examine the shadows on the other side of morning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promised wedding now a wake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And found your frog,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the Jester that showed You tears, the script for tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song has gone solo in the game &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've gone solo in the game &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the game is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you still say you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you still say you love me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you still say that you love me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112528304015914609?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112527433575368846</id><published>2005-08-29T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:21.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues...</title><content type='html'>What a song this is...Never fail to pinch my heart till it bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jika Kau Bercinta - Allycats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika Kau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;cintalah sepenuhnya aaa aaa aaa&lt;br /&gt;jika kau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;jagalah kau hatinya aaa aaa aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engkau yang memilihnya&lt;br /&gt;tanpa memikirkan tentang diriku&lt;br /&gt;kini ku hanya dapat berdoa&lt;br /&gt;agar berbahagia kau disampingnya&lt;br /&gt;aaa aaa aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika Kau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;cintalah sepenuhnya aaa aaa aaa&lt;br /&gt;jika kau bercinta lagi&lt;br /&gt;jagalah kau hatinya aaa aaa aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak dapat menghalang&lt;br /&gt;engkau punya kemahuan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;biarku hidup hanya mengenang&lt;br /&gt;peristiwa yang tak dapat ku lupa&lt;br /&gt;aaa aaa aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini aku hanya dapat berdoa&lt;br /&gt;agar berbahagia kau disampingnya&lt;br /&gt;selamat tinggal aku mengundurkan diri &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112527433575368846?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112527433575368846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112527433575368846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112527433575368846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112527433575368846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112494583177782650</id><published>2005-08-25T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:21.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never walk alone</title><content type='html'>I've had this song planted in my head for the past 20 years, and I'll ensure it'll always be there. For Liverpool has always been my passion, for Liverpool has always been my obsession, for Liverpool has always been my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, when you're 3-nil down at half time, singing the song with all your might, with tears flowing gleefully on your cheek at Half Time break, came back after the break equalising 3-3 then win on penalties, you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk through a storm&lt;br /&gt;Hold your chin up high&lt;br /&gt;And don't be afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a stormIs a golden sky&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet, silver song of a lark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, through the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Though your dreams be tossed and blown.&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed and cried, have had joy and sadness with Liverpool. But nothing can change my love for Liverpool FC. YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112494583177782650?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112494583177782650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112494583177782650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112494583177782650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112494583177782650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/08/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll never walk alone'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15575722.post-112467333349928395</id><published>2005-08-22T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:40:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaawwwwnnnn...</title><content type='html'>What a weekend...Bittersweet - the best word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool won, as I had expected albeit showing a disjointed performance. It wasn't a-stroll-in-the-park win but the margin could have been larger had Morientes point his bullet header straight into goal, had Cisse tapping one chance in where the slightest of contact could have put the ball in instead of a kung-fu kick, and yeah Cisse again the culprit for kicking a one-on-one chance into the sky! A tap on Sunderland's shoulder for making it hard for Liverpool to fight for the 3 points but they're certainly few classes behind Liverpool in every department sans effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McLaren won through Kimi of which could have had a 1-2 finish had Montoya didn't spin in the 2nd last lap and the fact that he was rammed from behind a lap earlier didn't help matters. It damaged his diffuser and compounding the difficulty in managing the car with worn-out front tyres! And so there was the lucky boy Alonso gratefully taking 2nd...gracias. The 1st potentially very lucky F1 Champion indeed. But chin up Kimi. The game isn't over till it's over. You are much more talented than lucky boy albeit unlucky with all the reliability problems that McLaren is facing all season. You could have ran away with the F1 champions title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah...The long yawn is not because of the wins by Liverpool and McLaren but me sleeping late. Picked up my bro late yesterday's evening, went to mamak for a teh ais before heading home. 1am, did some chit chats with him, watched Scrubs, then ZzzZZzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15575722-112467333349928395?l=incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/feeds/112467333349928395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15575722&amp;postID=112467333349928395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112467333349928395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15575722/posts/default/112467333349928395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrigibleemotionalfool.blogspot.com/2005/08/yaaawwwwnnnn.html' title='Yaaawwwwnnnn...'/><author><name>MS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17032041700366558569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
