<?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-6261098015164526265</id><updated>2011-10-05T06:15:07.343+08:00</updated><category term='god'/><category term='concert'/><category term='music'/><category term='gigs'/><category term='gig'/><category term='of'/><category term='metal'/><category term='lamb'/><title type='text'>takemewithyou</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3581109184573619392</id><published>2011-01-07T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:10:51.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hilsdhilshfilhfilgus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3581109184573619392?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3581109184573619392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2011/01/hilsdhilshfilhfilgus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3581109184573619392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3581109184573619392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2011/01/hilsdhilshfilhfilgus.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8500850121061841830</id><published>2010-12-20T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:51:04.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning 19dec2010</title><content type='html'>Time check:12.40am and i'm still awake on the hosp bed.apparently,i've spent my entire waiting time in kkh walking..only 2cm dilated when the nurse checked me at about 4pm.i had severe diarrea at 11am and continued till 3pm.That was when i decided that hospital was the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;The contractions was half an hour to 45 mins apart at first.then it progressed to 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you,it's super uncomfortable having my cervix checked.eeyucks!it felt really painful and urm,disgusting to me..haha..but for aleesya,i'm willing to go thru all this..&lt;br /&gt;I was admitted and baby's heartbeat is doing well..husband had to leave at 9pm as the visiting hours are over(urm well,he stayed till 10pm)..hee..&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the sound of babies crying makes me feel excited and nervous at the same time..i can't wait to get my hands on my baby girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray the best for me!hopefully i'm atleast 4cm dilated tmr!amin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8500850121061841830?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8500850121061841830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/12/beginning-19dec2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8500850121061841830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8500850121061841830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/12/beginning-19dec2010.html' title='The beginning 19dec2010'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-778227026269995822</id><published>2010-10-13T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:41:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 20 soon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Glad i'll be turning 20 years old soon..this year means a lot to me.i got married.i got pregnant with a baby girl..my first year being a wife and mother soon.i'm proud of myself for achieving such things when i'm barely turning .i'm truly happy with my marriage life and i hope that baby aleesya will bring much more meaning to our life.looking forward to oct and dec .insyallah..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-778227026269995822?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/778227026269995822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/turning-20-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/778227026269995822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/778227026269995822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/turning-20-soon.html' title='turning 20 soon..'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-295814176708646184</id><published>2010-10-07T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:59:46.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When baby aleesya..</title><content type='html'>When she kicks hard early in the morning,means she's hungry and wants mummy to eat her favourite:bread with kaya and margarine + milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kicks get harder towards midday,means she's ready to indulge lunch and wants mummy to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mummy's tummy gets superbly hard at times,means she wants to pee..(which happens every 2 hours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When aleesya hates something that mummy eats,she's tumble and turn and force mummy to vomit it out..(which mummy hates the most).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When baby aleesya's sick,she'll toss and turn,tumble and move around till mummy's tummy hurt and force her to take MC.(naughty girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When daddy touch mummy's belly,baby aleesya gets so eager and 'mentel' that she'll keep moving throughout the night..making mummy sleepless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she's happy,she'll dance around inside to tell mummy that she can't wait to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she kicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-295814176708646184?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/295814176708646184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-baby-aleesya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/295814176708646184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/295814176708646184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-baby-aleesya.html' title='When baby aleesya..'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-7037651442705208706</id><published>2010-10-05T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:47:31.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80 days more.</title><content type='html'>80 days more approximately to my due date.it's getting nearer and neArer as days goes by..i'm excited plus nervous!i can't wait to get my hands on her little toes and teeny weeny fingers..oh gosh!how cute can those cheeks be!!husband's getting even more impatient..he often talk to baby every night..i love my moments during pregnancy although the rough part were there..insyAllah baby aleesya will make it through to full term..mummy love u syg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7037651442705208706?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7037651442705208706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/80-days-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7037651442705208706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7037651442705208706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/80-days-more.html' title='80 days more.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-585406058145060081</id><published>2010-10-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:41:57.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>Atlast! I'm finally posting again..couldn't find the right time to post about baby aleesya's(what we have decided to name her for now) development..&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah,i'm 28weeks and 3days pregnant.Just visited my gynae this morning at Kkh with husband.it was his first time seeing the ultrasound so he got very jakun when we entered the room.the gynae performed the ultrasound and i just lay there gagging looking at how wonderful my baby has grown!husband couldn't stop asking me 'what was that?' and 'that?'...hehe..baby surprised me by not weighing so much despite me gorging myself!hahah....and yes,ive gained more than 10kgs and it's so not good!well,seeing baby growing so well makes me feel at ease..the excess 'ehem' can be lost after birth!hopefully....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-585406058145060081?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/585406058145060081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/585406058145060081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/585406058145060081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-3127887106737710242</id><published>2010-06-03T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:00:13.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby's growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey all!i just went for a 10 week scan of my baby yesterday!i was so anxious to see it!the baby was so active that even the nurse just kept smiling throughout...mcm the mummy lah..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going for another scan in 10 weeks time!!&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/6261098015164526265-3127887106737710242?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3127887106737710242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-babys-growing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3127887106737710242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3127887106737710242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-babys-growing.html' title='my baby&apos;s growing!'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4717869005930959289</id><published>2010-05-27T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:57:10.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard to predict..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello!as u all know,i'm currently fattening myself up with lots of good food..everyone's been pampering me with food..be it at or at work..hehe..and the best thing about being pregnant is when you don't have to help out with anything and yet you get everything you asked for!hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my husband's being good so far..he's been giving me endless attention..and i see him all the time..even during my lunch..hehe..he always gets worried when i'm w/o food..so good leh..i have only 8 months to seek all these never-will-get-ever attention..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my baby's been super irritating..hates fish,hates milk,super allergic to teh tarik..but loving spicy food..i can even eat mee soto with tons of chili w/o going to the toilet!how irritating&amp;nbsp; can it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway,going for my very first scan next week..hope the baby's doing fine..hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will it be a boy?or a girl??or both??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4717869005930959289?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4717869005930959289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-hard-to-predict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4717869005930959289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4717869005930959289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-hard-to-predict.html' title='it&apos;s hard to predict..'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-9130840325783902395</id><published>2010-05-11T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:18:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday was exactly a month i've been married. To someone that i truly love. I thank Allah for giving us a blessed gift: my little baby. it has been growing inside of me&amp;nbsp;eversince.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people keep on saying that being married&amp;nbsp;changes everything. Yes,it does. My lifestyle, my character..Everything. I belonged to a whole new family.&amp;nbsp;But somehow,i'm missing home.So much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&amp;nbsp;my mum's nag,&amp;nbsp;quarrels with my sis, my dad's know-it-all character. My brother's irritating-ness. I miss the warmth of my family&amp;nbsp;that i can't get anywhere else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't be mistaken,i do get the warmth of my in laws here. but it's just not the same as my own family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts when you love someone so much but they're far away from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you family.So much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With lots of misses,kisses and tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone who misses you people endlessly.&amp;nbsp;&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/6261098015164526265-9130840325783902395?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/9130840325783902395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/9130840325783902395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/9130840325783902395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-home.html' title='I miss home'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-5046473786386723214</id><published>2010-04-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:37:23.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh hello!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mummy hasn't been updating cause she's always feeling sickly.She keeps vomiting everyday regardless of whatever she eats.Mummy has been feeling unwell ever since she found out that i had been created!Daddy has been feeling happy too.Both are too elated to wait for my arrival(which is not so soon..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doctor told mummy that I am coming to 7 weeks old!.Don't be mistaken!Scientifically,you have to count it from your last day of mensus.When i was exactly created,only Allah knows.In short,i am only coming to 3 weeks developed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope mummy will feel good for the next 2 months or so.She has to hold on.I promise not to make her sickly in my later part of growth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy,jia you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-5046473786386723214?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/5046473786386723214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/gods-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5046473786386723214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5046473786386723214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/gods-gift.html' title='God&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-5681628846299746942</id><published>2010-04-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:07:03.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics taken by family,relative and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24913_379475629038_651589038_401553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/24913_379475629038_651589038_401553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24913_379475639038_651589038_401553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/24913_379475639038_651589038_401553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25783_1352182218238_1641897058_8-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/25783_1352182218238_1641897058_8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25783_1352182378242_1641897058_8-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/25783_1352182378242_1641897058_8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25877_391104473952_661393952_384-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/25877_391104473952_661393952_384-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25877_391104478952_661393952_384-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/25877_391104478952_661393952_384-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=27244_10150173196670179_81340517-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/27244_10150173196670179_81340517-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25877_391104833952_661393952_384-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/25877_391104833952_661393952_384-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25877_391104463952_661393952_384-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/25877_391104463952_661393952_384-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-5681628846299746942?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/5681628846299746942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/wedding-pics-taken-by-familyrelative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5681628846299746942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5681628846299746942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/wedding-pics-taken-by-familyrelative.html' title='Wedding Pics taken by family,relative and friends'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8572630292583227160</id><published>2010-04-16T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:49:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIED!</title><content type='html'>atlast!i'm married!To the man that i uber love!hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,married life isn't as easy as i thought it would be.I have to carry heavier responsibilities on my shoulder. I have 2 families right now and i need to find the time to share the love.No doubt that it's difficult at first,but i think i'm getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's not a choosy person.He eats what's given and he wears what i iron.He's simple and anything goes kind of person.My MIL and PIL are also those chill kind of parents in laws.So happy to lead this kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES,right now i'm loving cats!all three of them.Ok,Donut least.I think he hates me.HAha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pics for you people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8572630292583227160?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8572630292583227160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8572630292583227160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8572630292583227160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/married.html' title='MARRIED!'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-3112997058215824510</id><published>2010-04-13T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:00:43.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee's Magical Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Hello!as you all know,today is my 3rd day of being a wife.Tell you something,it feels good!haha..Thanks to all that gave support to us throughout the 6months preparations.In view of this,i've decided to open up a business for my mum.She did all the wedding gifts decoration for me and i think it's splendid!I don't have the pics with me right now so,just email me if you have any inquiries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:nurainnr@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;nurainnr@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3112997058215824510?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3112997058215824510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/gees-magical-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3112997058215824510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3112997058215824510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/gees-magical-touch.html' title='Gee&apos;s Magical Touch'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4686293482487267595</id><published>2010-04-10T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:04:58.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In 3 and a half hour's time,i'm going to be someone's wife.Someone whom i've loved all my life.Someone whom i want to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of scary when you think about it.It's as if you're breaking free from one cage and entering into another.No,i'm not saying getting married is an escape route,but it kind of give you that jitters that you will feel forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i kinda like the henna on my hands right now.It's not too dark nor too light.Super love it la!But most of my cousins will go "eee!!"or ''yucks!"when they saw it!macam2 la ni budak2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 20 mins more to go before i take mandi pengantin and get ready to be drawn on.So people,gear up for the next few days!Wedding pics will be up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7_ANPSgPBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gbS74o9YwnY/s1600/123_1910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7_ANPSgPBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gbS74o9YwnY/s320/123_1910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7_AG9R1kcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qgCYalFGiII/s1600/123_1906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7_AG9R1kcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qgCYalFGiII/s320/123_1906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4686293482487267595?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4686293482487267595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-3-and-half-hours-timeim-going-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4686293482487267595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4686293482487267595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-3-and-half-hours-timeim-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7_ANPSgPBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gbS74o9YwnY/s72-c/123_1910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-9051914730928561846</id><published>2010-04-09T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:37:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy 3rd Year Anniversary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-9051914730928561846?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/9051914730928561846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-3rd-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/9051914730928561846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/9051914730928561846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-3rd-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2676609146814477180</id><published>2010-04-05T10:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:15:11.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre wedding preparations.Part 1/10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lUtNT7znI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3CyMhfEaYt0/s1600/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lUtNT7znI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3CyMhfEaYt0/s400/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456485559180185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sneak peak of gifts for Hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lTxCZDbYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rmI5fZeUY6I/s1600/DSC02061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lTxCZDbYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rmI5fZeUY6I/s400/DSC02061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456484525456715138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some stuffs we bought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lTRBwQarI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HZe_aQ79krA/s1600/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lTRBwQarI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HZe_aQ79krA/s400/DSC02059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456483975529786034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our messy marital bed.still cleaning up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lRkgECvlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/UskZASimroo/s1600/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lRkgECvlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/UskZASimroo/s400/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456482111060098642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mirror at ikea that mummy insisted on buying for our room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the rest will be on a later day!=)))&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/6261098015164526265-2676609146814477180?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2676609146814477180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-wedding-preparationspart-110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2676609146814477180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2676609146814477180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-wedding-preparationspart-110.html' title='pre wedding preparations.Part 1/10.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7lUtNT7znI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3CyMhfEaYt0/s72-c/DSC02110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-6060457560774201056</id><published>2010-04-03T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:58:20.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEVEN DAYS LEFT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;after this i promise you that i will post up all my wedding pics and update you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-6060457560774201056?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/6060457560774201056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-days-left-after-this-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6060457560774201056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6060457560774201056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-days-left-after-this-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2772425186789641046</id><published>2010-03-30T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:57:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss those times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7HYwLiAzYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DTyt9DsUN_s/s1600/24354_380828477069_733742069_3602913_562753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7HYwLiAzYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DTyt9DsUN_s/s400/24354_380828477069_733742069_3602913_562753_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454378945963150722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7HYmEiN8iI/AAAAAAAAAdk/CW4bFaXrD4E/s1600/24354_380828552069_733742069_3602927_3501375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7HYmEiN8iI/AAAAAAAAAdk/CW4bFaXrD4E/s400/24354_380828552069_733742069_3602927_3501375_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454378772286272034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7HYlTVMSlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vM469a4Fi4o/s1600/24354_380828502069_733742069_3602917_1358639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7HYlTVMSlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vM469a4Fi4o/s400/24354_380828502069_733742069_3602917_1358639_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454378759078300242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;how fast time flies.And i'm getting hitched.It seems just yesterday that i was still a student.How much i miss school and classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2772425186789641046?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2772425186789641046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-those-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2772425186789641046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2772425186789641046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-those-times.html' title='Miss those times.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S7HYwLiAzYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DTyt9DsUN_s/s72-c/24354_380828477069_733742069_3602913_562753_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-2859656588207423633</id><published>2010-03-30T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:27:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 10 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sexcited for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gfs coming on Friday night to teman me for the Henna&lt;br /&gt;Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HubbyBaby's out for his Bachelor night unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;(better not come back with a hangover okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daiso shopping just now with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow to IKEA for more furniture shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!bestnyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 10 APPPPRRRIIILLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2859656588207423633?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2859656588207423633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/clock-is-ticking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2859656588207423633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2859656588207423633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/clock-is-ticking.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8230564237987353276</id><published>2010-03-21T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:54:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S6Vt-LB6CuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BvZR5sgKeb8/s1600-h/Photo1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S6Vt-LB6CuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BvZR5sgKeb8/s400/Photo1451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450883838881958626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only 2 weeks to be lawfully wedded.I'm so sexited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Off to Hortpark with Baby today!wee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8230564237987353276?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8230564237987353276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-2-weeks-to-be-lawfully-wedded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8230564237987353276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8230564237987353276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-2-weeks-to-be-lawfully-wedded.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S6Vt-LB6CuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BvZR5sgKeb8/s72-c/Photo1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3369075375670215326</id><published>2010-03-17T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:07:55.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S6ArMtdPsBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xAlUHluQwGM/s1600-h/love-hate-tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449403046478983186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S6ArMtdPsBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xAlUHluQwGM/s400/love-hate-tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He made my day.But someone else have to ruined it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck off pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3369075375670215326?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3369075375670215326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-made-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3369075375670215326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3369075375670215326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S6ArMtdPsBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xAlUHluQwGM/s72-c/love-hate-tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-682676089410631420</id><published>2010-03-16T16:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:46:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasir Ris Farms With Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59LWSg55BI/AAAAAAAAAdE/7GRaFOZb_p8/s1600-h/Photo1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59LDYLrZvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pHzLkdIhSuU/s1600-h/Photo1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449156595544712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59LDYLrZvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pHzLkdIhSuU/s400/Photo1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; This stupid,blooody,feathery duck came whopping at me when i was feeding those tortoises and fishes in there!It came flying so fast to get it's share too!grr..And allow me to admit that,i did SHOUT out loud!haha..I hate this duck.It does anything to get to the food!even when i threw it super further away!(i make u a Peking Duck then u know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59Kw-aHExI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yNFOivZU5kg/s1600-h/Photo1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449156279388279570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59Kw-aHExI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yNFOivZU5kg/s400/Photo1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rooster.Wait,is it a hen?Or a Chicken?entahlah.Maybe none of the above also.Haha.There were lots of it la.Like 10.And trust me,the smell was amazing!eww.I could throw up smelling the coop.Urgh.Did feed them fish food and they ate it!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59J5cjicUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Vm8Lsvu_2eY/s1600-h/Photo1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449155325408211266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59J5cjicUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Vm8Lsvu_2eY/s400/Photo1403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I was fascinated by this cage as it's the only one with chicks!OMG!it's uber cute,small and fluffy!hehe..and oh,smelly too.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59FmUZLI_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ULkH2KP4KWk/s1600-h/Photo1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449150598753231858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59FmUZLI_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ULkH2KP4KWk/s400/Photo1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; Koi's.What i love about Koi's is their colours and patterns.I love the gold ones.They looked so shiny and pretty!and BTW,those fish food by the side wasn't my cause!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59FJbRgDmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZTPgamctnT4/s1600-h/Photo1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449150102383890018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59FJbRgDmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZTPgamctnT4/s400/Photo1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; It's with this lovely dovey boy that i venture these places with.Love u lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59ErHthxwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/hw5R4ag9eds/s1600-h/Photo1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449149581736658690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59ErHthxwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/hw5R4ag9eds/s400/Photo1406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59EXFdJQRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/veRDFYiU0R4/s1600-h/Photo1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449149237533688082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59EXFdJQRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/veRDFYiU0R4/s400/Photo1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6261098015164526265-682676089410631420?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/682676089410631420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/pasir-ris-farms-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/682676089410631420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/682676089410631420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/pasir-ris-farms-with-love.html' title='Pasir Ris Farms With Love.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S59LDYLrZvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pHzLkdIhSuU/s72-c/Photo1402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-1639755140487524122</id><published>2010-03-15T09:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:37:06.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newlyweds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52QjHS_QmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rjJu5LEE5CE/s1600-h/Photo1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448670057116680802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52QjHS_QmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rjJu5LEE5CE/s400/Photo1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52R9qJblEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/108IZa8NjzU/s1600-h/Photo1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671612660061250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52R9qJblEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/108IZa8NjzU/s400/Photo1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52RemC_zwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/g-oRHf2KzFM/s1600-h/Photo1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671078983388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52RemC_zwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/g-oRHf2KzFM/s400/Photo1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52ROeZ5KgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/siqbBTiBo9M/s1600-h/Photo1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448670802054031874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52ROeZ5KgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/siqbBTiBo9M/s400/Photo1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Their wedding was at Bedok at 11am.Unfortunately,we couldn't attend the solemnization due to unforeseen circumstances.We reached there at 11.15am and they were taking photos and such.Ina was gorgeous!super gorgeous!hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I could see HubbyBaby face like different gitu when he sees Shahrul during the wedding..It's your turn soon baby!hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6261098015164526265-1639755140487524122?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/1639755140487524122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/newlyweds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1639755140487524122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1639755140487524122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/newlyweds.html' title='The Newlyweds'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S52QjHS_QmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rjJu5LEE5CE/s72-c/Photo1420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-7965907499041212572</id><published>2010-03-11T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:28:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay,im done with the invitings..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only word in my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NERVOUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay,i think i should be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7965907499041212572?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7965907499041212572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/paranoia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7965907499041212572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7965907499041212572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/paranoia.html' title='paranoia'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-797713227245911240</id><published>2010-03-10T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:31:47.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S5dY5hqlD2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/1qV3tYOLlJM/s1600-h/kellees022edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446920019640651618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S5dY5hqlD2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/1qV3tYOLlJM/s400/kellees022edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Way before i met HubbyBaby,I didn't have any confidence and trust in myself.Maybe because of my appearance.I felt so fat and urgh,ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I hated myself so much that i overdosed so many times w/o my parents knowign of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meeting HubbyBaby changed a lot of things in my life.I've begun to trust myself,have confidence and not pretending to be someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm contented enought that he is willing to accept me for who i am.True enough,we have got a black past.But it doesn't matter to me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Empty promises don't work on me.It's all in the actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I truly love you Muhammad Iryandi Bin Ismail.Top to toe.Muaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-797713227245911240?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/797713227245911240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/way-before-i-met-hubbybabyi-didnt-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/797713227245911240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/797713227245911240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/way-before-i-met-hubbybabyi-didnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S5dY5hqlD2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/1qV3tYOLlJM/s72-c/kellees022edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-7253264078134246366</id><published>2010-03-09T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:02:39.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="229" alt="Love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/Mezundastud/Love/34a6e2be.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been busily spending my time compiling songs and googling on wedding flops and success.I'm being too overly paranoid about my big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's not much left to do i guess.Only purchases and set ups to do.I was chatting on FB with Diana Seth yesterday aftnn and thanks to her i remembered abt my wedding shoes.Belom beli lagi!haiz.I'm so the cerewet.No wonder nobody wants to go shopping with me.HubbyBaby also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many more people to invite.So many more invitation cards to distribute.But so little time to do it!gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay,a little about my weekend with HubbyBaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As i rarely get to meet him due to his job and our 1hr journey apart,weekends is the only time i get to really tengok muker dier puas2 and loving2 with him.hehe.My parents are getting more naggy as they don't want us to spend too much time together..Tak manis sebab nak nikah kan..We had so many things in mind.Nak kite flying la,Pulau Ubin la,Cycling la..But we ended up going to Pet Farm.Jadila..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shahrul and Ina fetched us at P.ris and off we go for dinner at Simpang Bedok.I vividly remember what we order..Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;french fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheese fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nasi goreng ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lamb chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kway teow goreng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kway teow kuah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikan pari bakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kerang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;roti john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;macam nak mampos makan.Padahal 4 orang je!Okay,kite bawak mak buyong kan.hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shahrul tot of gg karaoke but i got no mood.this bloody Makcik in latex legging was practically eyeing mybf.gatal nak mampos!serve org pat kedai kopi but she was wearing makeup as thick as a hostess!grr!kalao kao seduce orang lain,aku no hal..But not my baby okay..Should avoid Hawa restaurant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So we went riding till midnight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the rest,just me and Baby.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7253264078134246366?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7253264078134246366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-busily-spending-my-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/Mezundastud/Love/th_34a6e2be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3366787548645533796</id><published>2010-03-05T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:02:05.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0995-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0995-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby,i really miss us being normal like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate quarrels and i really hate crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss you.Really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3366787548645533796?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3366787548645533796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3366787548645533796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3366787548645533796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-us.html' title='I miss us.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4680067187609271574</id><published>2010-03-04T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:17:50.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1332.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Each time i see you,i feel like i've known you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ILY Baby Bushuk..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4680067187609271574?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4680067187609271574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/each-time-i-see-youi-feel-like-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4680067187609271574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4680067187609271574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/each-time-i-see-youi-feel-like-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4128233623363307688</id><published>2010-03-01T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:59:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and no one else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1345.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Many things has happened between us lately.I can sense that we're not as close as before.With all the tensions going on,i know that you're stressed out.So do I.But i hate to feel all this.I don't want out relationship to be in some kind of rocky state.It's a bad sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Syg,with all the hectic preparations going on,i'm feeling super nervous and worried.I hope that everything runs smoothly..I very much need your attention right now baby.Anyway,it's our life that we're about to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Syg,i selalu doakan our happiness.I nak tgk u happy slalu.But u must promise me no nitty2 things between us ok?I hope to meet you soon bi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Missed you so much my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4128233623363307688?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4128233623363307688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-and-no-one-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4128233623363307688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4128233623363307688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-and-no-one-else.html' title='You and no one else.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-6493275492815376917</id><published>2010-02-25T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:35:49.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Marriages Are Made In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Neethu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is not a made up story , it is the story of my from the age of 18 years ,to now,&lt;br /&gt;In our culture , the parents always had arranged marriages for their children, but I was just a rebel in that case ,&lt;br /&gt;I never listened to my parents , I always wanted what I want, and that’s how I learnt the hard way ,&lt;br /&gt;I just finished school, and there goes my dad, asking people at social functions `to arrange a boy for me`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That used to irritate the hell out of me, so I just wanted to get out from that environment, so I started looking for my own choice,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s when I got fooled, I worked for a Collections Agency , and I used to call upon clients to get their money arrangements for their accounts,&lt;br /&gt;When I called this one guy ,he was the Manager of the person who I was trying to get hold off, and he sounded charming, adorable, everything a girl wants hear ,his name was Kevin, he had a great job, and when he sent me his photo , he looked fabulous as well,&lt;br /&gt;So we started meeting each other and got to know each quite well, it was as if I loved him so much to an extent that I lied to my family , he wasn’t my religion, he was the opposition, and that just thrilled me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started bunking work and spending time together at the beach,&lt;br /&gt;When my dad comes with news that there`s someone interested in me and that he is coming to see me, so I informed Kevin about it, and he said that he would come home and visit my family , and arrange for us to get married, so I was the happiest of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad about my relationship with Kevin, and he was utterly disgusted, he nearly have a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;What was I to do, I loved my parents but I also loved Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;So with due time, my dad has accepted Kevin, and asked that he come to visit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we stayed like oceans apart , so he had to stay at a hotel when he came down,&lt;br /&gt;He came home, and although my parents didn’t like him, they accepted him to make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;But my mum did tell me, that ` sweetie, u know we love u , and we want u to be happy, and if he makes u happy then we will accept him but we do not approve of him;’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with that confirmed , I was on top of the world , when Kevin`s parents called me to their house, and said that it wasn’t realistic that we lived far apart , how would we get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;So once again, my parents lowered their dignity ad sent me to their place , so that me and Kevin could get to know each other better,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was excited , just happy to be with the one I loved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that this would be the beginning of my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah at first he was loving, kind , caring, but then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would drink alcohol in public and pick a fight with me, sometimes he would even slap me in front of his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his mum would pass rude hints that im so ugly, fat &amp;amp; what did her son see in me,&lt;br /&gt;Every night that I was there, I would cry myself to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Who could I tell my problems, I have already put my parents through hell, I had no dignity to go back home,&lt;br /&gt;So this treatment had continued for a long time, until one night , I remember it as though it was yesterday ,&lt;br /&gt;We went out for a movie and dinner , and then we stopped at a bar for drinks, and he had , had more than enough , when he started a fight with his cousins who accompanied us, and while fighting I was hit with a leather chair on my head ,and had to go to hospital,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was getting the rough end from both ends, my lover and his parents , I went to visit my brother who lived there as well,&lt;br /&gt;I blurted out everything, what I have endured in his home, in front of him, and that made him so angry , that we fought so badly that night that I thought it would be over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the next day I went to work and he went on his way. Fighting every second that we were together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I just felt ill, and miserable, I could call home and tell my mum , that I have made a mistake and please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I went to Kevin`s home that night, I have just sat for dinner, when he slaps me, and tells me to get out of his house,&lt;br /&gt;Next moment , his mum, his sister and his dad, were throwing my stuff out on the roads,&lt;br /&gt;It was 10pm, who would help me, I pleaded to him, `please babe don’t do this to me, I would change for u , I love u `&lt;br /&gt;But he never listened to a word that I told him,, he just pushed me around,&lt;br /&gt;He called my parents and told them to come and fetch me, as its OVER,&lt;br /&gt;How could my parents come, as it would take them two days to get to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my work collegues to please help me, but nobody wanted to help me, they said `we don’t want to get involved`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last resort was my brother , he came and fetched me at 1am in the morning, as I sat there on the roadside, with no money, nowhere to go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother came, he was furious , he called me a slut, tramp,&lt;br /&gt;That night when I reached his house, his wife had also told me a lot of things ,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to end it ,&lt;br /&gt;I hated myself,&lt;br /&gt;I took out a bottle of painkillers, and I had almost the entire bottle, when my brother came in, and saw that I was semi-unconscious, he rushed me to the hospital ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I regained conscious , I was very ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;I apologized to my family , and most of all my mum,&lt;br /&gt;All my mum said that she was the happiest of all, that it ended, as she didn’t want to see me in hell for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therafter I stayed at my brothers house for 5 months, as I had a good job, and a career along the way , so they gave me refuge for that time,&lt;br /&gt;In which every night my sister-in-law would comfort me&lt;br /&gt;But they took care of me, which im forever greatful, as they helped me in my time of need ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in due time, I got an apartment,and started my small life …. Not hearing anything from Kevin, made me sad , but at the same time strong and happy knowing that I didn’t ruin my life with him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, my dad had met an accident and he had broken his hand, and my mum being semi-blind , never worked in her life, so I asked them to move in with me, whereby I would take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they did, it was great having them with me, they loved me, and I love them,&lt;br /&gt;We all would go out together , have fun together,and we were once again, our happy family ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years has passed and I haven’t had a relationship. I was too scared , and I didn’t want to get hurt again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one night as I was playing with my cellphone, I thought to myself , that I need to get out, meet people, fall in love, ( it wasn’t so bad since my mum started giving me courage to meet guys again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered in a dating programme,&lt;br /&gt;And this guy had seen my profile, and sent me an sms,&lt;br /&gt;I started to reply to him and we started chatting , he was the most caring, wonderful guy u could ever get ,&lt;br /&gt;And the best part was he not once was forward with me, or rude, ..&lt;br /&gt;And this went on for 6 months&lt;br /&gt;I had told him everything about me, and he has accepted me for who I am,&lt;br /&gt;I could tell him anything and everything, he never judged people or myself, he was always there when I needed him&lt;br /&gt;I give my life for him, as he showed me what true love is&lt;br /&gt;Then this time I told my parents about him , and they were happy as he was my same religion .&lt;br /&gt;I decided to meet him first so we all went to a theme park, my parents and I ,&lt;br /&gt;And I asked him to come there and meet me,&lt;br /&gt;He came and he was the most wonderful i ever met ,&lt;br /&gt;And he didn’t want to hide from my parents, he went up to them, greeted them and asked if he could date me,&lt;br /&gt;And then within three months he proposed to me, he brought he mum and sisters home to meet me, and they were all so happy , including my parents, but I was afraid that he would ask my parents to move out, but all he said wazs: ` babe they my parents as well, they can live with us forever`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months later , we got engaged,&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter we got married, and up till today , he is caring, loving, romantic, handsome guy that I finally fell in love with, he doesn’t even raise his voice let alone his hands on me,&lt;br /&gt;All I can see in his eyes is love for me, and I LOVE HIM UNCONDITIONALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy now with the man of my dreams, he was there even though I could not see it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah marriages has its ups and downs, but communication is everything, and he is my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they marriages are made in heaven , it sure does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-6493275492815376917?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/6493275492815376917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/marriages-are-made-in-heaven-by-neethu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6493275492815376917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6493275492815376917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/marriages-are-made-in-heaven-by-neethu.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8952352236237178147</id><published>2010-02-24T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:17:05.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S4TuJ92tGWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BKu2Enz3VlE/s1600-h/nail_art_82008292-img600x450-1189006504nail_art_pituures_399-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441736104760645986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S4TuJ92tGWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BKu2Enz3VlE/s400/nail_art_82008292-img600x450-1189006504nail_art_pituures_399-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S4TuJSy8L3I/AAAAAAAAAas/9c2ybBYMWNA/s1600-h/2781853262_604ec2e99e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441736093202132850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S4TuJSy8L3I/AAAAAAAAAas/9c2ybBYMWNA/s400/2781853262_604ec2e99e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I want do nail art today,can??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8952352236237178147?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8952352236237178147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-do-nail-art-todaycan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8952352236237178147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8952352236237178147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-do-nail-art-todaycan.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S4TuJ92tGWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BKu2Enz3VlE/s72-c/nail_art_82008292-img600x450-1189006504nail_art_pituures_399-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-7238298752791215195</id><published>2010-02-23T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:16:28.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's better not to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only reason human beings fall in love is because of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He created this feeling called sympathy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do know that chances of people falling in love is because of sympathy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaining sympathy from others is easy.What makes it difficult is when the sympathy is gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've yet to deprive you from attention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i think you still deserve the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know something about secrets?they sucks like how getting fingered feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7238298752791215195?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7238298752791215195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-better-not-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7238298752791215195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7238298752791215195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-better-not-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4965138056232325382</id><published>2010-02-22T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:13:32.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Old Changi Hospital Nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All my life,i've never encountered such things nor believed in supernatural stuffs.But on this fateful day,i encountered something i've never felt before.Eerie i should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We're with my Baby's group of guy friends going riding on Friday night.Or should i say morning.About 6 bikes in total.We wanted to explore OCH and other eerie places that morning but after what heppened to me,they cancelled the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know,there's this hill up to OCH entrance?yeah,that one.I was tugging on Baby's shirt all the time as i felt something was wrong up there.All of a sudden,there's this windy feeling on my neck.It was strange as there wasn't any sign of wind before this.Aku punye pandai,i turn back lor.Old people always say,"No matter what happens,jangan pandang belakang."So yeah,i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and guess what,i was strangled.Literally strangled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the force was quite strong as i couldn't breathe.Believe it or not,one of the bikes,the engine died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;supernatural or not,up to u guys to believe.But that's the first and last time i'm going up that hill.Till today,i still feel something strange is ard me.Like someone's looking..But yeah,let it be..Someday it will go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So guys,no more ghost hunting.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4965138056232325382?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4965138056232325382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-changi-hospital-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4965138056232325382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4965138056232325382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-changi-hospital-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-7848194879564007784</id><published>2010-02-17T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:37:51.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For  a very long time,my parents have been the one constantly nagging at me, telling me how important education was.I refused to listen to them and thought that i was old enough to make my own decisions.I ran away from reality and lived in my own fantasy world.I fell in love with the best boy i've ever loved even though it hurts at times and still think my parents words are crap.Everything changed when i started work last year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I merely thought to myself," Who am i working for?Who do i need to feed?I can't be working for myself?What have i got to pay off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I promised myself then that i have to prove to my parents that i left ITE for a very good reason.I have to work everything out on my own.Show them that even though i can't study,atleast i can do my part to support the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Earning money wasn't easy.My first pay was generous.But when it comes to 2nd pay,i barely had enough to spend.Most of my salary was pushed for my wedding.I was struggling to shop.I didn't have  a choice.I want to live legally with the man of my choice so i have to sacrifice;including my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She set aside her pay every month for the past 6 months to sponsor my catering costs.She tried every means and ways to work OT to earn extra.There was a time when she went back to work after the counselling session on a saturday and i was out gugu gagaing with my friends.She didn't even complained a single alphabet even though she had none to shop.She didn't buy new clothes,bags,makeup.She spent whatever she has.She never uttered a word of regret.Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You tell me,where can i find such a good mother?Where on earth can i get the same replica?all that she's done for me.Everything.She's a fantabulous mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right now,it's 4.37pm. 2 hours since her operation.I've not eaten enything since morning cause i wanna feel part of her pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mummy,I want to tell the WHOLE WORLD how lucky i am to have you.I vow to take care of you and daddy till your last breath.I will always pray for you both.Mum,be strong.I know you are.Love you forever mummy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7848194879564007784?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7848194879564007784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-very-long-timemy-parents-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7848194879564007784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7848194879564007784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-very-long-timemy-parents-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-3246035978919126965</id><published>2010-02-17T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:54:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Didn't i tell you that there was this point of time when my heart suddenly feels that no one in this world needs me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When everything seems so impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I need a hug right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A huge comforting hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss you mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3246035978919126965?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3246035978919126965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/didnt-i-tell-you-that-there-was-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3246035978919126965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3246035978919126965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/didnt-i-tell-you-that-there-was-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-7499447537505803979</id><published>2010-02-17T10:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:29:00.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tT6hTXjCI/AAAAAAAAAak/cS3kTOxQd5M/s1600-h/chris_daughtry_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439033239817128994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tT6hTXjCI/AAAAAAAAAak/cS3kTOxQd5M/s400/chris_daughtry_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tT00KIctI/AAAAAAAAAac/MQiDKU548vY/s1600-h/vin_diesel_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439033141799449298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tT00KIctI/AAAAAAAAAac/MQiDKU548vY/s400/vin_diesel_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tTwWryijI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Atj7LuvXyIM/s1600-h/TheRock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439033065168079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tTwWryijI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Atj7LuvXyIM/s400/TheRock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tSrn5relI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4c8osNxxidk/s1600-h/Pitbull-rap-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439031884378765906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tSrn5relI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4c8osNxxidk/s400/Pitbull-rap-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tSl-wyfjI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lnmabI3ZhAs/s1600-h/Massari-01-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439031787436277298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tSl-wyfjI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lnmabI3ZhAs/s400/Massari-01-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i realise that all my keepsakes are baldies.haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And HubbyBaby used to be bald too!hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tR5k2tqSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zPnc3KHb-0w/s1600-h/word,art,information,graphics,type_photography,type_words,beings,black,and,white-51df0e1bdf8a52d6c8e12f3c2b6b744c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6261098015164526265-7499447537505803979?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7499447537505803979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-i-realise-that-all-my-keepsakes-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7499447537505803979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7499447537505803979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-i-realise-that-all-my-keepsakes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3tT6hTXjCI/AAAAAAAAAak/cS3kTOxQd5M/s72-c/chris_daughtry_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-4443667223260856626</id><published>2010-02-16T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:39:49.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sheesaing with "8"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Last day of counselling was on last Sat.It was kinda sad because end of counselling means no more Saturday outings with them.Haiz.Miss those people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And so we decided to make full use of our last Sat together.Beach rd was our first stop followed by Arab Street and to Zain Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qekemYmEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vY9i6rF0Kq8/s1600-h/Photo1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qejZHE54I/AAAAAAAAAZk/sd1yalbw0q8/s320/Photo1236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438833830876473218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qdquM4RBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ry5kzCvUCNA/s1600-h/Photo1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qdquM4RBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ry5kzCvUCNA/s320/Photo1235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438832857285411858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qdqKejoqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JPy-sR7bXSk/s1600-h/Photo1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qdqKejoqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JPy-sR7bXSk/s320/Photo1244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438832847695880866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qdppWPZbI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8S1c4VMnhUA/s1600-h/Photo1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qdppWPZbI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8S1c4VMnhUA/s320/Photo1239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438832838802630066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4443667223260856626?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4443667223260856626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheesaing-with-8-last-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4443667223260856626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4443667223260856626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheesaing-with-8-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3qekemYmEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vY9i6rF0Kq8/s72-c/Photo1245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3980416323306966586</id><published>2010-02-12T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:02:35.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;13rd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tEen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snap167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="584" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Snap167.jpg" width="788" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snap172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="629" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Snap172.jpg" width="822" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all those teeny weeny quarrels we had at home,lip bitting comments we gave and hair tugging experiences we gave each other,will all be memories in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon,i'll be gone dear sister.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be taken and tuck in some corner by my husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna miss those nights i slept beside you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i quarrel with Abg Yan,you kept quite but yet i know you heard em all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love life is hurtful yet joyful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adik,i hope you know what you want for your future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want the best for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know i love you right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so muchhsss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3980416323306966586?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3980416323306966586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-13rd-teen-birthday-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3980416323306966586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3980416323306966586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-13rd-teen-birthday-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-364956621528972204</id><published>2010-02-11T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:28:38.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All i need is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried means and ways to make or relationship better,but somehow i'm working on it alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are times when i feel like breaking down so hard and let it all out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's in my inner me,nobody knows;including you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have done all i could to be a better gf but ask yourself if you did anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not pin-pointing or shoving dusts at you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just telling you how hard i've been working on us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At some point of time,getting married is the best way.But not all times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever tried asking me how i feel when i'm neglected?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell you the bare truth:It hurts.Painfully hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All i'm asking for is all your time for me and all my time for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it so hard that you can't comply?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've relied on you for many things and i don't wish to undo it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm begging you.Please,listen to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-364956621528972204?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/364956621528972204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-need-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/364956621528972204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/364956621528972204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-need-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-7980830621070619178</id><published>2010-02-11T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:09:30.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyday i ask myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why must i live to torture my feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why must i live at the expense of other's happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the past years,I've never known what it feels like not to be hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's always the pincing pain that i felt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;should i beg you not to deliver the unnecessary givings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;True what others have always been saying but i refused to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Don't try to put yourself in others shoes cause not all fits."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if you're reading this,thank god.Please understand my feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7980830621070619178?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7980830621070619178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-i-ask-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7980830621070619178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7980830621070619178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-i-ask-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-236014666669313705</id><published>2010-02-10T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:17:35.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3J5no3OsgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AyUfH7jZtw8/s1600-h/gallery_babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436541422080537090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3J5no3OsgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AyUfH7jZtw8/s320/gallery_babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've been longing to have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Everytime i see kids,there's this sudden urge in me that i just want to start a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I want a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The clock is ticking for me to get married and also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to have a healthy baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I hope it will make my relationship with Hubbybaby better in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-236014666669313705?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/236014666669313705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-longing-to-have-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/236014666669313705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/236014666669313705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-longing-to-have-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S3J5no3OsgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AyUfH7jZtw8/s72-c/gallery_babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-776324674100743873</id><published>2010-02-10T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:13:25.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister's 13th Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Filzah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that was exactly what the Seoul Gardeners sang on Sunday when we celebrated her birthday.With the Chocolate Fudge PrimaDeli cake i bought,the whole cohort of them came over and sang it.My sis was shocked and grinning all the way despite shaking with paisehness.Haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something pissed me off on that day.My aunt who refused to eat the buffet with us.She said that half cooked food wasn't her taste.I was like WTF??!Don't u know that grilled food are COOKED?the worst thing:She's a chemistry teacher.grr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't get her a birthday gift as i don't even know what to buy for her.Maybe sometime this month i'll get something.Anyway,the cake was a present from me!=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bIRTHDAY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;handsome kan adik aku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1197.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my busu and nenek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby and hady.always nak melekat je dgn laki aku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nazmi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;harith irfan.he's really talkative okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-776324674100743873?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/776324674100743873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/sisters-13th-birthday-happy-birthday-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/776324674100743873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/776324674100743873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/sisters-13th-birthday-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-6490783917740601577</id><published>2010-02-05T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:12:54.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2vR0ib1OJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_LaGu-Zbp0w/s1600-h/Photo1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434668075879577746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2vR0ib1OJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_LaGu-Zbp0w/s320/Photo1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I ready to accept another person in my life forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i ready to share my bed with someone new?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've always had the quilt,bolster and pillow to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I ready to share my life with someone called Husband?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I think I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband,can you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-6490783917740601577?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/6490783917740601577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-ready-to-accept-another-person-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6490783917740601577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6490783917740601577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-ready-to-accept-another-person-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2vR0ib1OJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_LaGu-Zbp0w/s72-c/Photo1145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-2112987321987407010</id><published>2010-02-04T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:09:00.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo1136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know these few days has been terrible for us.Everyday we will have something to bicker about.Eversince the weekends.Org keje pun ade off day tau.But us,its difficult.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've learnt something throughout these few days.The thing that you never once said.I'm totally amazed by how you handle your emotions.Memang la kite tgh gado,but somehow you're always cool about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And that's what i like about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sayang,I want to apologize for being such a bitch.I marah u tak tentu pasal.I tengking you.And maki2 you.I'm sorry sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Looking forward to see you today.Love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2112987321987407010?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2112987321987407010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-love-i-know-these-few-days-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2112987321987407010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2112987321987407010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-love-i-know-these-few-days-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-7219641450413137286</id><published>2010-02-03T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:58:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Once there was a tree……&lt;br /&gt;And she loved little boy.&lt;br /&gt;And every day the boywould come And he would gather her leaves And make them into crowns and play king of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;He would climb up her trunk And swing from her branches And when he was tired,he would sleep in her shade.&lt;br /&gt;And the boy loved the tree…..Very much..And the tree was happy.&lt;br /&gt;But time went by, And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–”Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be “happy” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“I am too big to climb and play”said the boy. “I want to buy thing and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–”I’m sorry” said the tree,”but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in city. Then you will have money and you’ll be happy” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And so the boy climb up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;But the boy stayed away for a long time…… and the tree was sad.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy, and she said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–”Come, Boy come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be “happy”.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy. “I want a house to keep me warm,” he said. “I and want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“I have no house” said the tree.The forest is my house.” said the tree “but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build a house. And the tree was happy.&lt;br /&gt;But the boy stayed away for a long time……and the tree was sad. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“Come, Boy” she whispered, “Come and play”&lt;br /&gt;–“I am too old and sad to play.”said the boy. “I want a boat that will take me away from here. Can you give me a boat ?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree. “Then you can sail away…… and be happy.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And so the boy cut down her trunk And made a boat and sailed away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And the tree was happy…..But not really.&lt;br /&gt;And after a long time the boy came back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“I am sorry, Boy,”said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you— My apples are gone.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“My teeth are too weak for apple,”said the boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“My branches are gone,” said the tree.”You cannot swing on them—” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–”I am too old to swing on branches” said the boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“My trunk is gone,” said the tree.“You cannot climb—-” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–”I am too tired to climb,” said the boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“I am sorry” sighed the tree. “I wish that I could give you something… but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–”I don’t need very much now” said the boy. “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;–“Well” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down…and rest.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And the tree was happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7219641450413137286?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7219641450413137286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-tree-once-there-was-tree-and-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7219641450413137286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7219641450413137286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-tree-once-there-was-tree-and-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8625491948253824074</id><published>2010-02-02T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:13:30.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2eFNQRXJHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gJsmlrroJ7o/s1600-h/19050_105258496159723_100000267201319_136483_3442563_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457938198373490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2eFNQRXJHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gJsmlrroJ7o/s400/19050_105258496159723_100000267201319_136483_3442563_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; From left: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couple A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ina &amp;amp; Shahrul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couple B:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yan &amp;amp; Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couple C:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ayu &amp;amp; Zack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couple D:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Su &amp;amp; Anis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2eFHroXw2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/JKnG0Zd8aMQ/s1600-h/17274_1236250218705_1002701943_30558658_3280843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457842463425378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2eFHroXw2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/JKnG0Zd8aMQ/s400/17274_1236250218705_1002701943_30558658_3280843_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Story of Us "8"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We first met during our first day of Marriage Counselling at AMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Somehow we had to decide a name for our Discussion Group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So,if i'm not wrong,it's Anis who came up with this name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was lame la.haha.But then again,it's what we are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our Stories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Couple A, ina &amp;amp; shahrul, is expecting their first baby.Ina's heavily pregnant with a baby girl.Somehow,she and her mum dreamt that's its a boy.haha.We'll just wait and see la when she delivers next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Couple B,which is me and hubbybaby,is getting married early april this year.Expecting no baby yet,but planning soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Couple C, Ayu &amp;amp; Zack, will be tying the knot this November.After going throught so many obstacles in life,Zack has finally found the love of his life.Ayu,ur fortunate!hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Couple D, Su &amp;amp; Anis.So the lovely lah.They look so perfect together.Plans to get married not yet but hopefully soon okay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our Weekly meetups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;As you know,we'll meet each other every saturday till 13 Feb,which will GLADFULLY be our last day of counselling.We always have so many things to gossip about.Sampai kul 3 pat ECP siol!haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Couple A with their honda civic,and the rest with powerful bikes!macam convoy pulak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;But anyway,everytime we hang out with them,i'll be laughing my heads off!Esp their jokes,teka-tekis and Magic of course!sampai aku peng siol tak dapat tangkap itu magic!haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So,to all my lovelies up here,I'm so gonna miss you people when Saturdays ends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continue the meetup okayy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But no more MAGIC pls??haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8625491948253824074?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8625491948253824074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/8-from-left-couple-ina-shahrul-couple-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8625491948253824074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8625491948253824074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/02/8-from-left-couple-ina-shahrul-couple-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2eFNQRXJHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gJsmlrroJ7o/s72-c/19050_105258496159723_100000267201319_136483_3442563_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-7191785639452355688</id><published>2010-01-29T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:20:19.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2I3yVTE7vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_7LYwj8AJPM/s1600-h/fishing-heart-photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431965438412386034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2I3yVTE7vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_7LYwj8AJPM/s400/fishing-heart-photography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes in love you must accept the fact that what makes the person you cared about happy might on the other hand leave you so lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7191785639452355688?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7191785639452355688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-in-love-you-must-accept-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7191785639452355688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7191785639452355688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-in-love-you-must-accept-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S2I3yVTE7vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_7LYwj8AJPM/s72-c/fishing-heart-photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3494765189938997630</id><published>2010-01-27T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:03:37.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1-iGgy-K9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/HxXxLD0jjP4/s1600-h/Photo1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431237908398746578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1-iGgy-K9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/HxXxLD0jjP4/s400/Photo1093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1-h3_WJdqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/to7BM3B5J5w/s1600-h/Photo1091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431237658901313186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1-h3_WJdqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/to7BM3B5J5w/s400/Photo1091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a great time with yanty last night after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We got ourselves a top each and dine in at McD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What else can girls do to flunk guys out of their mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shopping and gossips.Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6261098015164526265-3494765189938997630?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3494765189938997630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-great-time-with-yanty-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3494765189938997630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3494765189938997630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-great-time-with-yanty-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1-iGgy-K9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/HxXxLD0jjP4/s72-c/Photo1093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3538431375261860655</id><published>2010-01-26T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:20:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kind Of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Baby, we need to talk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Something has come up... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Baby, are you there?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: I'm leaving... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don't want you to leave me, I love you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Why? All of your famliy lives over here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: I can't believe this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts &amp;amp; yells furiously&lt;br /&gt;ERICA!, what did I tell you about talking to boys?!!!... Get off the&lt;br /&gt;damn phone!! (And hangs up).]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I dont want you to go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Would you run away with me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: *Thinking*I can't believe what's going on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I am leaving on&lt;br /&gt;flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Okay, I will sneak out &amp;amp; meet you at the park. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives&lt;br /&gt;her a note.] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know I love you... But I have to go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]&lt;br /&gt;It says... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Erica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably already know that I'm leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch. You never did the&lt;br /&gt;right thing, and you were never there. I didnt think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;- Ricardo" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage &amp;amp; crys for hours ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely... Then she gets a phone call.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend: How are you feeling? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Umm.. okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It says:&lt;br /&gt;"Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...&lt;br /&gt;Hate = Love&lt;br /&gt;Never = Always&lt;br /&gt;Bitch = Baby&lt;br /&gt;Will not= will&lt;br /&gt;.... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol Okay but I g2g... Call me later. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!&lt;br /&gt;... Erica turns the T.V. on...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." the Reporter says. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead &amp;amp; she had nothing to live for... ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... A day after that the phone rings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its Ricardo, I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3538431375261860655?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3538431375261860655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/kind-of-love-boy-baby-we-need-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3538431375261860655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3538431375261860655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/kind-of-love-boy-baby-we-need-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2553367796674904240</id><published>2010-01-25T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:16:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exhilarating Weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firstly,i wanna say sorry to those pairs for leaving you guys that afternoon!yan and i was super excited about the chalet that we forgotten about u guys.SORRY!okay,i'm planning for an outing for us after the whole counselling thingy..okay peeps and mum-to-be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secondly,rocking chalet last weekend.Super fun.With the gorgeous yasmin baby and of course her lucky parents.Not to forget Yan's wonderful friends.Except bloody shrek.hehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the BBQ's and all,the chalet was great.Holding another one in mArch.Hubby's and chikong bdae.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thirdly,Thanks a lot parents for giving me the trust and freedom.And thanks for making me worried at what magnitude of earthquake i would get when i get home.hehe.Love u both loads lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lastly,okay.Payday is here.The cash is here and so here comes the hutang!haha.I got loads to pay off.Takpe,75 days more and I"M YOURS BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2553367796674904240?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2553367796674904240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/exhilarating-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2553367796674904240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2553367796674904240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/exhilarating-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-3282019864694707789</id><published>2010-01-21T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:27:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1gPpuLqxEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OrO7CUtpX18/s1600-h/3896778350_c20d37fe7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429106560241157186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1gPpuLqxEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OrO7CUtpX18/s400/3896778350_c20d37fe7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE LAST THING I EVER WANTED TO SAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3282019864694707789?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3282019864694707789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-thing-i-ever-wanted-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3282019864694707789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3282019864694707789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-thing-i-ever-wanted-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1gPpuLqxEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OrO7CUtpX18/s72-c/3896778350_c20d37fe7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-2863129520667269398</id><published>2010-01-21T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:04:22.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Coffee Fills Our Minds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0995.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0996.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0997.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0999.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;macam-macam bende giler bole buat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is this how couples getting married shld act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tsk2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2863129520667269398?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2863129520667269398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-coffee-fills-our-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2863129520667269398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2863129520667269398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-coffee-fills-our-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2534478954516748968</id><published>2010-01-21T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:54:34.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm entering marriage life in 80 days time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much to do,so much to worry about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once the ceremony is over,its honeymoon time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few places i have in mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing is: Cash.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want Disneyland can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2534478954516748968?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2534478954516748968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-entering-marriage-life-in-80-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2534478954516748968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2534478954516748968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-entering-marriage-life-in-80-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8373731656241926150</id><published>2010-01-19T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:45:19.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1VFqPtPiaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XaSIq8NUJwk/s1600-h/Snap%21%28597%29.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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1VFqPtPiaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XaSIq8NUJwk/s400/Snap%21%28597%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428321517938117026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I may not be one of the possible things you want in your life&lt;br /&gt;but i can promise you that i will give my very best for you.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8373731656241926150?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8373731656241926150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-may-not-tbe-one-of-possible-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8373731656241926150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8373731656241926150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-may-not-tbe-one-of-possible-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S1VFqPtPiaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XaSIq8NUJwk/s72-c/Snap%21%28597%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3048630238699266660</id><published>2010-01-14T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:33:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....&lt;br /&gt;This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..&lt;br /&gt;"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.&lt;br /&gt;The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."&lt;br /&gt;This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she remember, he have heart problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed like river......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3048630238699266660?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3048630238699266660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-fine-day-old-couple-around-age-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3048630238699266660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3048630238699266660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-fine-day-old-couple-around-age-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-6569644460985909831</id><published>2010-01-14T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:08:59.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow&lt;br /&gt;down. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its to scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;(Girl hugs him)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-6569644460985909831?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/6569644460985909831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/girl-and-guy-were-speeding-over-100-mph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6569644460985909831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6569644460985909831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/girl-and-guy-were-speeding-over-100-mph.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... 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Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0akhRGkk1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/D7M9ZvZfozc/s72-c/love-hurts-thumb-410x307-74212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-6586936347782018169</id><published>2010-01-07T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:40:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Last night was super fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HubbyBaby fetched me from work and we head off to cck park to get his long time craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Seafood Soup Tang Hoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It was raining quite heavily and so we lepak2 under my block first before proceeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The fried rice with chicken was superlicious but still can't beat Aspirasi Chicken rice!hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My dad was ringing me,confirm asking me to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But what the hell!!it was only 7pm.grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;after that,we went to NTUC and bought ice cream,murukku and vanilla rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tak sabar2 nak makan ice cream.Bawah blk jugak kite sapedek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0841.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0849.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4370024745857059567</id><published>2010-01-06T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:04:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of humour :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0732-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0732-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0733-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0733-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0734-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0734-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0735-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0735-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0736-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0736-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0737-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0737-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For you HubbyBaby.I love u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4370024745857059567?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4370024745857059567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-bit-of-humour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4370024745857059567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4370024745857059567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-bit-of-humour.html' title='A little bit of humour :)'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-1055651811863394106</id><published>2010-01-06T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:28:20.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NIGHT OUT GIG 2010! (Saosin, Muse &amp; Rise Against)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0N2gUkAR6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/exY5kyPF1yY/s1600-h/BNO-Sistic-page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0N2gUkAR6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/exY5kyPF1yY/s400/BNO-Sistic-page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423308673931823010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britain's most adventurous rock band MUSE make their triumphant return to Southeast Asia to headline BIG NIGHT OUT 2010 on February 3rd at The Singapore Indoor Stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was January 16th, 2007 when they last played in Singapore, a memorable sold out night at Fort Canning Park! That same year the trio held two super-massive sold out gigs at Wembley Stadium. After disappearing for almost two years to dream up The Resistance, they re-emerged in September 2009 with two hometown gigs in Teignmouth, Devon in front of 10,000 people. Their show was part old school circus, part futuristic fluorescent extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSE have sold over 8 million albums worldwide, sold out two nights at Wembley Stadium in London and have received 5 MTV Europe Music Awards, 4 Q Awards, 7 NME Awards and 2 Brit Awards.&lt;br /&gt;MUSE’s fifth album, "The Resistance" was an instant worldwide No.1 in 19 countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Best Act in The World Today!” - 2009 Q Awards&lt;br /&gt;“Experiencing MUSE in all their glory is akin to contact with higher life forms.” - The Vine, September 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting MUSE on BNO 2010 are straight edge Chicago rockers Rise Against and one of the fastest growing bands in rock, Southern California quintet Saosin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE &lt;br /&gt;3 Feb 2010 Wed, 7.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors open at 5pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE(S)&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TICKET PRICE (Exclude Booking Fee)&lt;br /&gt;Standard - S$168, S$148, S$128, S$98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Standing - S$168 (PEN A)&lt;br /&gt;Free Standing - S$128 (PEN B)&lt;br /&gt;Free Standing, for patron 12 yrs &amp; above only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please add to above price $3 Booking Fee per ticket for tickets above $20 and $1 Booking Fee per ticket for tickets $20 and below. Charges include GST where applicable. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ADMISSION RULES&lt;br /&gt;No admission for infant in arms and child aged below 7 years old. Child 7 years old and above must purchase ticket for admission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No Photography, Video recording and Audio recording is allowed for this event!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-1055651811863394106?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/1055651811863394106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-night-out-gig-2010-saosin-muse-rise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1055651811863394106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1055651811863394106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-night-out-gig-2010-saosin-muse-rise.html' title='BIG NIGHT OUT GIG 2010! (Saosin, Muse &amp; Rise Against)'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0N2gUkAR6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/exY5kyPF1yY/s72-c/BNO-Sistic-page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-2189614250822957777</id><published>2010-01-06T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:18:27.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAMORE Live In Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0NzUvbCDlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RdeIi3FRAW4/s1600-h/Paramore-Image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423305176448634450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0NzUvbCDlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RdeIi3FRAW4/s400/Paramore-Image-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0NzUYeCXVI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qQamZ34Em78/s1600-h/paramore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 52px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423305170287222098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0NzUYeCXVI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qQamZ34Em78/s400/paramore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a rumour no more. paramore, the explosive American band are set to play their first ever concert in Singapore on 7 March 2010, at the Indoor Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formed in 2004, in Franklin, Tennessee, paramore are Hayley Williams, Josh Farro, Zac Farro, Jeremy Davis and Taylor York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With over 4 million albums sold worldwide, their rise began with All We Know is Falling (2005) and Riot! (2007), propelling the band to global success. The band is now touring in support of their latest album, 2009’s brand new eyes, arguably their best collaboration to date. paramore are also known for the track Decode from the movie Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band with an incendiary live show, they have proven they are able to juxtapose their indie-minded influences that both embrace the future without abandoning the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never to rest on their laurels, paramore continue to look forward to their future excited by what might be in store for the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramore are ready to blow your mind! Are you? Get your paramore tickets today and get ready to Riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE&lt;br /&gt;7 Mar 2010&lt;br /&gt;Sun, 08:00PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURATION&lt;br /&gt;Approx 1 hr 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE(S)&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKET PRICE (Exclude Booking Fee)&lt;br /&gt;Standard - S$108, S$88, S$68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please add to above price $3 Booking Fee per ticket for tickets above $20 and $1 Booking Fee per ticket for tickets $20 and below. Charges include GST where applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADMISSION RULES&lt;br /&gt;No admission for infant in arms and child aged below 6 years old. Child 6 years old and above must purchase ticket for admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Seated Area (Arena, Terrace &amp;amp; Balcony seats) – 6 years old and above.&lt;br /&gt;Standing Pen – 12 years old and above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No Photography, Video recording and Audio recording is allowed for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of the audience shall not be allowed to videotape or photograph any part of the performance hereunder other than with a personal cell phone device. If a member of the audience is found in violation of this provision, Producer/Artist reserves the right to demand that Purchaser deliver any recorded media to Producer/Artist and remove such audience member from the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/portal/dt?retry=1&amp;amp;dt.windowProvider.targetPortletChannel=JSPTabContainer/sEventsCalendar/Event&amp;amp;contentCode=para0310&amp;amp;dt.isPortletRequest=true&amp;amp;dt.provider=PortletWindowProcessChannel&amp;amp;dt.containerName=JSPTabContainer/sEventsCalendar&amp;amp;dt.action=process&amp;amp;dt.windowProvider.currentChannelMode=VIEW&amp;amp;dt.window.portletAction=RENDER"&gt;CLICK HERE &lt;/a&gt;purchase your tickets now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/portal/dt?retry=1&amp;amp;dt.windowProvider.targetPortletChannel=JSPTabContainer/sEventsCalendar/Event&amp;amp;contentCode=para0310&amp;amp;dt.isPortletRequest=true&amp;amp;dt.provider=PortletWindowProcessChannel&amp;amp;dt.containerName=JSPTabContainer/sEventsCalendar&amp;amp;dt.action=process&amp;amp;dt.windowProvider.currentChannelMode=VIEW&amp;amp;dt.window.portletAction=RENDER"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2189614250822957777?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2189614250822957777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/paramore-live-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2189614250822957777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2189614250822957777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/paramore-live-in-singapore.html' title='PARAMORE Live In Singapore'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/S0NzUvbCDlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RdeIi3FRAW4/s72-c/Paramore-Image-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-7887896505285719214</id><published>2010-01-05T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:59:10.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Do's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share with you my daily do's..Just feel like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It goes like this..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woke up at 6am.I snoozed myself till 6.15 at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shower till 6.25.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last min of wardrobe scavenging plus ironing till 6.35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makeup till 6.45&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clothes on plus last min thrashing things into bag till 6.55&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunt the kitchen for brkfast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dash out of the house at 7.03.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait patiently for the bus 300.(i hate chasing buses so i don't give a hoot if it just passes me by.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reached int at 7.10.sometimes 7.15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if there's time,go to the makcik stall and buy lunch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transport here at 7.20,7.25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reached work at 7.45&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brkfast with yanty till 8.10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get ready for the company chime at 8.15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assembly on Mondays.Other days just on the computer and sit at my desk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go for frequent toilet breaks if there aren't any work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read books.newpaper.news online.surf the net.face booking.blogging.blog hopping till 12pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch till 12.45.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open letters at 1.30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if there's any couriers,chop &amp;amp; sign..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaammmmmmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chit chat with Hubbybaby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till...............................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off all lights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.35 signout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H O M E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't you see how bored my life is??tsk.tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i have the best job in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A non-managerial one of course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7887896505285719214?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7887896505285719214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/daily-dos-share-with-you-my-daily-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7887896505285719214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7887896505285719214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/daily-dos-share-with-you-my-daily-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-614172140322195324</id><published>2010-01-04T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:11:51.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;There is this something that i feel like posting and letting others read.It might be personal but i just feel that it's good to let this heartfelt warmness feeling out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;For the past few days,my love and I have been mingling with kids.Infants to be exact.The first day i brought him to see my nephews last 2 years, i pondered to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Will he like kids?What if he gets irritated by them?Is it the right choice?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;However,my thoughts weren't right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;He loved kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Whenever i see him smiling to kids,i feel overwhelmed.I don't know why but i just felt it.The way he entertained to their tantrums.The way he hugged them.The way he kissed them.It's like the love of a father to his child.Urm,maybe not yet but soon..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I feel so glad he felt that way with kids.He's so patient when it comes to feeding them and chasing them around.Totally my kind of man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Everytime Hubby comes to me when he smelt something unpleasant coming out of Hady's bum,i knew he wasn't prepared for diaper routine.But it's ok..haha..me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's been 3 years living life as a daughter,sister,girlfriend and makcik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Maybe now it's time to live life like a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps,a&lt;em&gt; mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To darling,I love you so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-614172140322195324?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/614172140322195324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-this-something-that-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/614172140322195324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/614172140322195324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-this-something-that-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-6854961985456389226</id><published>2010-01-04T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:55:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I say Love matters..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The long weekend has been totally fun for me!&lt;br /&gt;I spend lots of time with my family,cousins and HUbbybaby..&lt;br /&gt;It was really well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On new year's,I had no plans in my mind.Hubby and I didn't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Cinemas?Full.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping malls?Full.&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant?Full.&lt;br /&gt;Town?Even full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily,the night before i suggested something to all.&lt;br /&gt;which was to crash over at my aunt plc at jurong.&lt;br /&gt;our itinery was..&lt;br /&gt;Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have it all!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pics on that day as i was too busily singing my hearts out..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat,it was solely HUbby's and me day.&lt;br /&gt;We did quarrel,unfatefully,on that day.&lt;br /&gt;So,we met a lil later.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite late in the aftnn so Hubby fetched me at Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Town and chilled till nite.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics again.I lazy la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sun,outing with cousins,family and Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Super early at 8.30,my mum woke us up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,late planning,bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Met Hubby later at 11.30 as he was still sleeping..(tula,mrayap je eh!)hehe..&lt;br /&gt;okay,now there's loads of pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0797.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0798.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so peaceful when he slept.But when he woke up,Hubby had to entertain him and chased him all over CSC!grr!active betol budak ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0807.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0808.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0809.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0801.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0803.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0793.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0791.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="256" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0791.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0796.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0799.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/2010/Photo0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harith and hazami.my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0800.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0804.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby got so into the machine that he can't get enough of it and changed 10 50 cent coins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0799.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0796.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0792.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bro,mum,sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-6854961985456389226?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/6854961985456389226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-say-love-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6854961985456389226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6854961985456389226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-say-love-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/2010/th_Photo0799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-5538435444180059187</id><published>2010-01-02T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:42:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sz7OtoNtB9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/BSg3NxtHiQM/s1600-h/Photography_love_IIIIIII_by_Nymagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sz7OtoNtB9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/BSg3NxtHiQM/s400/Photography_love_IIIIIII_by_Nymagirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421998284684986322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe I''m not on your wishlist but somehow you're accepting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-5538435444180059187?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/5538435444180059187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-not-on-your-wishlist-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5538435444180059187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5538435444180059187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-not-on-your-wishlist-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sz7OtoNtB9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/BSg3NxtHiQM/s72-c/Photography_love_IIIIIII_by_Nymagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-8842662081715276866</id><published>2010-01-01T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:24:58.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The New  Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0776.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0776.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of hearing resolutions.To me,every year is something.Every year,there's bound to be good and bad times.Can't say 2009 has been a good year but hopefully 2010 would be fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckoned singapore roads were closed yesterday.The same thing happened during christmas.Nevertheless,i did manage to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;catch a movie.Old Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;eat at Banquet(JP) which is always full of people&lt;br /&gt;bank in cash at OCBC.&lt;br /&gt;make my way to Cdans for a pre planned bowling session.&lt;br /&gt;waited on the list for an hr&lt;br /&gt;stopped by my plc to grab passports.&lt;br /&gt;off we go to JB at 12am sharp.&lt;br /&gt;circled JB for 1 1/2 hrs before settling at some roadside to eat.&lt;br /&gt;gossip about beer controversies.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;zzz at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says fireworks completes a new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8842662081715276866?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8842662081715276866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8842662081715276866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8842662081715276866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4802257018556975492</id><published>2009-12-31T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:38:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL(Lots Of Love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0684_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0684_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This boy up here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;He's the love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Been damn long with him to know all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay,maybe not all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Truthfully,he's the other light of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Te amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0690_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0690_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and this is me up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;taken after the highlights and treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love of his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;see those makciks behind me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they look so poor thing..Limping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but know what Hubby tells me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they gather they to gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;plus,bet on 4D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nabey ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;scrap ur religion for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh ya,always be the limelight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0682_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0682_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got nothing to do and i captured this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;taken when i was in sec 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so chubby and irritating look i had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0681_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0681_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and this is Hubby's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he looks even slengeh lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seriously,his passport pic looks worst&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0680_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0680_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0679_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0679_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LJS ambassadors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0713.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok,this is super not necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0671_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0671_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the new crocs i just bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;uber cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0689_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0689_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hubby says i look like some alien from "mars attack".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;kurang ajars kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;taken during the steamy treatment i had with Yanty last saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;mine turned out good,but yanty hate hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i think she looks good la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0697_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0697_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;while queueing up to enter the cine for alvin &amp;amp; the chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bloody hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay,i can't stop rocking in my chair..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and the best thing was,i didn't fall asleep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;More pics but my comp's slow..So,more pics next post okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and about the Lamb Of God gig,really should go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To Hubby:I'm not faking abt listening to Lamb Of God okay!!hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4802257018556975492?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4802257018556975492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/lollots-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4802257018556975492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4802257018556975492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/lollots-of-love.html' title='LOL(Lots Of Love)'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8680115585605251691</id><published>2009-12-27T02:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:10:03.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gig'/><title type='text'>Lamb Of God - Wrath World Tour Singapore 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzZesPhagkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hnT0ILSW654/s1600-h/lamb-of-god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419623315760906818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzZesPhagkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hnT0ILSW654/s400/lamb-of-god.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419617453794844402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzZZXB_y3vI/AAAAAAAAAWM/w4V7IpgDb2w/s400/thumb.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;a href="http://www.lamb-of-god.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lamb-of-god.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Metal Junkies unite! Step aside and feel the wrath of &lt;strong&gt;LAMB OF GOD&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;LAMC Productions&lt;/strong&gt; is proud to announce the Grammy nominated self-described "Pure American Metal" quintet from Richmond, VA will unleash their brand of Heavy Metal in Singapore for the very first time on &lt;strong&gt;15 April, 2010&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;D'Marquee, Downtown East&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Standard Tickets: $95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Group of 5 - 9 tickets: $85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Group of 10 and above tickets: $75 (Till 21st Jan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Group Purchase Call Hotline: 6296 - 2929)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Additional 7% GST and $2 Booking Fee applies&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tickets go on sale 21 December at all Tickets.com outlets&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Booking Hotline: 6296 - 2929&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Online Booking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tdc.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.tdc.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8680115585605251691?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8680115585605251691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/lamb-of-god-wrath-world-tour-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8680115585605251691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8680115585605251691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/lamb-of-god-wrath-world-tour-singapore.html' title='Lamb Of God - Wrath World Tour Singapore 2010'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzZesPhagkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hnT0ILSW654/s72-c/lamb-of-god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-7798186577071852820</id><published>2009-12-24T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:17:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzLqv4i5FoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KPUivtbHXaU/s1600-h/108522_ChristmasCandlelightss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418651410033612418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzLqv4i5FoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KPUivtbHXaU/s400/108522_ChristmasCandlelightss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh,&lt;em&gt;Hello&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Self-declared half day with dearest yanty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pizza Hut for Lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meeting HubbyBaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Xmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7798186577071852820?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7798186577071852820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hello-self-declared-half-day-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7798186577071852820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7798186577071852820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hello-self-declared-half-day-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzLqv4i5FoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KPUivtbHXaU/s72-c/108522_ChristmasCandlelightss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-3428098223515488352</id><published>2009-12-23T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:44:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note To &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0635.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0635.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/6261098015164526265-3428098223515488352?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3428098223515488352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3428098223515488352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3428098223515488352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-to-love.html' title='Note To Love.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-5917477358859857910</id><published>2009-12-23T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:08:32.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H   A   N   G   O   V   E   R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzFs3qtJZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/PwBLlkaJyQQ/s1600-h/depressed-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418231530315671442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzFs3qtJZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/PwBLlkaJyQQ/s400/depressed-woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a long cold shower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh God,please listen to me pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-5917477358859857910?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/5917477358859857910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/h-n-g-o-v-e-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5917477358859857910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5917477358859857910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/h-n-g-o-v-e-r.html' title='H   A   N   G   O   V   E   R'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzFs3qtJZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/PwBLlkaJyQQ/s72-c/depressed-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-4794840883796807487</id><published>2009-12-22T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:40:04.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just hope one day,my memory fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forget everything,including the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause it's the past that is haunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now.Maybe,forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck that girl.Fuck that little boy.Fuck all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MThfckr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4794840883796807487?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4794840883796807487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4794840883796807487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4794840883796807487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-then.html' title='Back then.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2687748285451286869</id><published>2009-12-22T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:31:48.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Thank You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzAvfpN3HhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QUlp8hPSISA/s1600-h/rosescrollthankyoublack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417882572413148690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzAvfpN3HhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QUlp8hPSISA/s320/rosescrollthankyoublack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I think i've started to itch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4 years ago,i've itched to get a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now,I've got one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After a year in a relationship,I want to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now,I'm going to get hitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The wedding date has been set,I am thinking of having a grand wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now,everyone is busily preparing for our wedding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I want this,I want that,even though my budget is tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now,I've got sponsors streaming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The wedding is not even over yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now,i'm itch-ily selecting destinations for my honeymoon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SE&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;?How ngade-ngade(choosy) I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Want this la...want that la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I want to say thanks to my sponsors &amp;amp; people that is part of our wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hubby's Aunty: Perfect BMW wedding car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Uncle Rohan: Wedding cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My Mak Long: Wedding Favours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My Grandma: A gift to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My Dad: Downpayment for our new furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ana: My bridesmaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hubby's friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And to My Mom: For everything.You made things possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2687748285451286869?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2687748285451286869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2687748285451286869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2687748285451286869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-thank-you.html' title='A Big Thank You.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SzAvfpN3HhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QUlp8hPSISA/s72-c/rosescrollthankyoublack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-640029055915661980</id><published>2009-12-21T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:39:39.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sy79HipGk_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/upphw8o3tC4/s1600-h/Photo0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417545707773400050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sy79HipGk_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/upphw8o3tC4/s320/Photo0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This photo up here?It was during my family dinner outing to Lot1 last saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was too busily eating my Cream pasta at Delifrance that i had forgotten to snap pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;As usual,my bro would order chicken-related dish,my mum with her forever-diet sandwich,my dad with his steak and my sis with her beef bolognaise spaghetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and our outing always ended with tears-of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mum and dad planned to catch a movie after dinner but i resented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I knew that i was a weakling for late night movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The cold,comfy atmosphere never fails to put me to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;somehow,the action movie that i was watching would turn into a lullaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;tsk.tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So,without me around the next day(confirm i go out on a Sunday),my mum decided to go the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HubbyBaby and i planned to overnight on that Sat and stay out till sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But i got too tired and didn't manage to stay through the night.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Woke up the next day to meet hubbybaby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0625.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our first stop was at City Hall.Bright and early 10am,i was waiting there for him to reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well,someone with a 400CC bike,how EARLY can he reach right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So there i was,hugging my helmet with my earpiece stucked to my ears,waiting patiently for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He came with that stupid grin on his face.Standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, we went to ABM(a restaurant beside mustaffa) to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was famished and craved for Thosai (or Dhosai?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby had Naan which looked like prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i ordered Gulab Jamun!Nice!kan bi?muahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We shopped at Mustaffa after that proceed to Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Parked at al-falah.Paragon.Heeren.FarEast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then to Bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For dinner to Seah Imm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was damn tired and hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehe.Ordered Chicken Rice and lychee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aft that,Jurong Point for grocery shopping and home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;while at Paragon.Ah mei kaya toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0626.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby bought this for me.hehe.I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FYI,throughout the weekends,everything is "kindly" sponsored by HubbyBaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Which means,payback time after i get my pay!Boo HoO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-640029055915661980?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/640029055915661980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-photo-up-hereit-was-during-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/640029055915661980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/640029055915661980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-photo-up-hereit-was-during-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sy79HipGk_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/upphw8o3tC4/s72-c/Photo0622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-5266034143458059422</id><published>2009-12-18T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:49:47.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Para mi bebé,&lt;br /&gt;                        usted es la mejor cosa en mi life.To quiero, a tu dueño, que soy tu everything.I «verdaderamente blessed.I nunca puede comprometer por else.I nada sólo quieren llevar una vida feliz, casado la vida con usted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te amo Muhammad Iryandi Bin Ismail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To my baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                     you are the best thing in my life.To love you,to own you,to be your everything.I'm truly blessed.I can never compromise you for anything else.I just want to lead a happy,married life with you. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Muhammad Iryandi Bin Ismail. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-5266034143458059422?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/5266034143458059422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartfelt-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5266034143458059422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5266034143458059422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartfelt-emotions.html' title='Heartfelt emotions.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-5600052490026424343</id><published>2009-12-18T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:15:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0563.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father,Mother I Love You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just how often do you hug your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell them that you love them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Promise them that you'll be a filial child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Make them feel at ease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just how often you look away from them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stare at them when they nag at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bang the door and close your ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pretend that you care for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just how often you scream back at them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Treat your house as a hotel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Refuse to listen to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Begged them hard for money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just how often you pray for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chip in a little of your salary for bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do grocery shopping when they're not well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Help out at home instead of going out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just how often you cook for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take over all the household chores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listen to what their heart is saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Understand their position as parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just how often you make your own decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ask them for permissions before doing anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Think about them when you're doing bad things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spare a thought for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never realise all this until the day my mum started keeping everything to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just how much i love her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And today,since last night,she's somewhere out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;somewhere i don't even know she's at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not even my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secret is the ultimate killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HATE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mummy,wherevr you are,i'll always pray that you're safe.and i love you more than anything i could ever think of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-5600052490026424343?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/5600052490026424343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5600052490026424343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5600052490026424343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/family.html' title=''/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-313921605902729874</id><published>2009-12-17T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:01:56.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Mid- Torturous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum once told me,"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give everything to a guy..You'll be at the losing end one d&lt;/em&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being any typical teenager,i refused to listen.I did everything i feel like doing and didn't care a hoot about whatever she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but right now,i'm feeling the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling the knock of regret and the slamming of guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Draining every will power out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remorseful,regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing can be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relationships can never be purely true nor clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The same goes for mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the saying goes "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still water runs deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the love of my life,if you happen to read my blog,I am feeling the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If drowning myself with painkillers helps,why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're not the perfect thing that i want,so have you wondered why i still want to chuck aside my disagreements and marry you for the rest of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think twice.Think it all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-313921605902729874?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/313921605902729874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-mid-torturous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/313921605902729874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/313921605902729874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-mid-torturous.html' title='Chapter Mid- Torturous.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-1744663786554617620</id><published>2009-12-16T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:37:31.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>None to blame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;32 mths 7 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;128 weeks 7 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3840 + 7 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;92328 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and many more minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;seconds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;current fav music: "happy" from leona lewis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so what if it hurts me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so what if i break down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;my feet run out off ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this song somehow helped me calm myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;throw everything off my shoulder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and give myself a chance to be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;trying to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-1744663786554617620?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/1744663786554617620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/none-to-blame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1744663786554617620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1744663786554617620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/none-to-blame.html' title='None to blame.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-6554857365231534764</id><published>2009-12-14T14:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:37:13.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends without cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXb7WZst9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XZnJS38O6u8/s1600-h/Photo0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414975939655022546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXb7WZst9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XZnJS38O6u8/s320/Photo0559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tongkat cacat.Baby's fav.muahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXZr_ujHwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Xb0kYFK89cg/s1600-h/Photo0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414973476847165186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXZr_ujHwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Xb0kYFK89cg/s320/Photo0560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my stupid "overexcited face".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXYlPs77dI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LbLmIKK6iIQ/s1600-h/Photo0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414972261364657618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXYlPs77dI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LbLmIKK6iIQ/s320/Photo0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby step maner nye pro je.okay2 still a pro.He won all 3 games.Nabey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXX8KK8IFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JXCnxibBMRg/s1600-h/Photo0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414971555505250386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXX8KK8IFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JXCnxibBMRg/s320/Photo0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fav shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXXoGvyM0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/pxf1rM_wiGM/s1600-h/Photo0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414971210988663618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXXoGvyM0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/pxf1rM_wiGM/s320/Photo0553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's the 2nd weekend without me forking out cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;how good is that?hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HubbyBaby's been paying for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i've clean sweep-ed my pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;the wedding preps are making me drool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;cash flowing non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and my brain's always filled with dates for appts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;the worst part is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;okok.yesterday was fun.we had the whole day entirely to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;can't describe how much i totally missed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;we went to town.had lunch at Bugis and dinner at al ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;no need to be so detailed ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*coughs*..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hopefully everything turns out great before,during and after the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;looking forward to 10.04.2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;haf a great(farking hot) day all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-6554857365231534764?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/6554857365231534764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekends-without-cash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6554857365231534764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6554857365231534764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekends-without-cash.html' title='weekends without cash'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SyXb7WZst9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XZnJS38O6u8/s72-c/Photo0559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-1504242802214875565</id><published>2009-12-12T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:13:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another dream.or nightmare i suppose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;isn't it great to be dreaming about work?&lt;br /&gt;especially about your own boss?&lt;br /&gt;having a relationship with you?&lt;br /&gt;ya ryte!&lt;br /&gt;i had this dream abt me having a relationship with my boss.&lt;br /&gt;damn.mthfuckr.&lt;br /&gt;i was swearing when i woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting i must say.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even imagine talking to him,much more having a SERIOUS relatnship with him.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;he was hugging me and kissing me on the cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;eww!&lt;br /&gt;thnk gawd it was only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;ok,rmbr to wash feet before zzz..&lt;br /&gt;p.s:i havent told baby abt this dream coz i think it's disgusting and humiliating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-1504242802214875565?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/1504242802214875565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-dreamor-nightmare-i-suppose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1504242802214875565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1504242802214875565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-dreamor-nightmare-i-suppose.html' title='another dream.or nightmare i suppose?'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-9167602087732216237</id><published>2009-12-11T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:19:32.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Speak Proper English.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i hate callers that request for a certain people and yet their eng is horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i mean it,HORRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;pronouncing names is the main error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i totally hate it when they can't pronounce the names clearly and i have to spend like 5 minutes on the phone doing listening compre with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;not only that, i bloody hate callers that hung up on me when they're furious if they can't get hold of the person they are looking for.!!aaargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i never knew frontline could be so brain whacking.mthfckr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;p.s: i hate those "dark skinned" callers.their telo so the naikkn darah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm racist,i know.tsk.tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay sidetrack a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i've found my bridesmaid(hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;my mum keep asking me why i needed one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;of course!im nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;getting married at this age?and infront of 1000 guests i have to smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;of course i needed  companion..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and thanks a lot ana for agreeing to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;yeay yeay,gt gorgeous bridesmaid.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-9167602087732216237?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/9167602087732216237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-speak-proper-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/9167602087732216237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/9167602087732216237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-speak-proper-english.html' title='Please Speak Proper English.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4656775190421683643</id><published>2009-12-10T09:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:55:41.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ad this horrible nightmare last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dreamt i killed a malaysian old time actor and cut off his body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the whole toilet was filled with blood and suddenly the doorbell rang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't remember who,but i was panicked when i heard the doorbell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i quickly spring cleaned the toilet and opened the door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i couldn't remember how i discarded the body but somehow it was gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 2nd part of the nightmare happened at my old block 406.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some of my friends and i were happily lepaking under the block when my friend shouted,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh,tu mcm ade tuala putih je..".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then,another of my friend looked up and saw that "white lady".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all of us looked up in horror and started saying our prayers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"jgn bace2..nanti dia makin datang.."One of my friends said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which didn't make sense lah.haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was really terrified though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i woke up at ard 4.45am with a vibrating sound coming from my phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batt Low.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make me panic je..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i felt like peeing but couldn't bring myself to the toilet..heee..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i slept through till the alarm went off at 6am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohya,another set of dreams.But this one better..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dreamt i was on my bf's bike all the way from cck to p.ris..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean,i rode the bike.hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i was speeding all the way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seems fun,but i can only afford to dream.haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4656775190421683643?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4656775190421683643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4656775190421683643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4656775190421683643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-3696339874203576402</id><published>2009-12-09T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:57:34.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09.04.07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY 32ND MONTHSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Hubby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time passed so fast and it's already our 32nd mths together.Only left 120 days to our wedding day.I can't explain in words how elated i'm feeling.I can't wait to be your lawfully wedded wife and stay through with you till eternity.Baby,I know i can't give you everything.I know i'm not perfect.At times when we quarrel,i get so upset and afraid that our relationship will sour.I get so insecure whenever we quarrel and you hung up just like dat.Baby,i hate our history.I just want you to know that i've forgiven you and i hope to release a new chapter with you everyday.Let's just take one day at a time.I love you,everything about you.Muaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yours only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-3696339874203576402?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/3696339874203576402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/090407.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3696339874203576402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/3696339874203576402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/090407.html' title='09.04.07'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8113768864691919579</id><published>2009-12-09T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:25:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=editedsunday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/editedsunday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our busy work schedule has kept us away from each other during the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;in short,we only have the weekends to spare.&lt;br /&gt;we had both weekends to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;How Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,sunday wasn't planned actually.We thought of just having lunch and go for window shopping.But suddenly i remembered that they just screened Couples Retreat.Which had my fav actor in it,Vince Vaughn.Stopped over at PS,bought cream puff from Carrefour and waited for the movie to start at 1.45pm(instead of 1.35pm).I hated this thing about Golden Village Cinemas.They never start promptly.Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After the movie,i wanted to go Marina Barrage but HubbyBaby said there isn't anything there.So we proceeded to the new shopping mall,313 Somerset and Orchard Central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so loving the scenery it has from the rooftop garden.Loving it so much that i was literally said,"wah!","wow!'',"cantiknye bi!","OMG!"..haha..and HubbyBaby was showing me that face like("urm,can you like shut up?"..)MTHFCKR.heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We biked off to CCK park as he wanted to eat.I had Hokkien Mee and he had Claypot Vermicelli.We shared Lychee and teman him smoke.He sent me home and i had to faced my parents for not coming back on Sat night.hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and of course,i was shagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;up the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love u baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;scenery from the garden terrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0431-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0431-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my snapshot.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0434.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HubbyBaby insisted on taking the super long escalator.and so,this idiotic girl decided that she should be in.heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got cute pantat hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/6261098015164526265-8113768864691919579?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8113768864691919579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekends-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8113768864691919579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8113768864691919579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekends-with-you.html' title='Weekends with you.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-8079432483492826279</id><published>2009-12-07T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:20:10.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOng Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:Dinner with the Beaus at Sakura Int Buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Saturday: Night out with HubbyBaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sunday: To Town.&lt;br /&gt;Monday:MC&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: MC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lazy to upload pics.hehe..all are up in facebook!wee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;add me in facebook pls ppl!it's for my wedding invitees!thnks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;add me: aeinnyann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8079432483492826279?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8079432483492826279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8079432483492826279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8079432483492826279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-weekend.html' title='LOng Weekend.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2297381916410556613</id><published>2009-12-07T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:12:16.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan Cinta Biasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrElYwk7BLk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrElYwk7BLk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2297381916410556613?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2297381916410556613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/bukan-cinta-biasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2297381916410556613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2297381916410556613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/bukan-cinta-biasa.html' title='Bukan Cinta Biasa.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2911663364870421407</id><published>2009-12-04T09:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:38:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Hobby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sxht4glSxdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eFf2dxZP07c/s1600-h/KAYAKING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411195769872106962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sxht4glSxdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eFf2dxZP07c/s320/KAYAKING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sxht4EIkv-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/SJ8bleU4IoE/s1600-h/kayaking01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411195762235457506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sxht4EIkv-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/SJ8bleU4IoE/s320/kayaking01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i ever tell you i'm an avid kayak person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I doubt so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way back during my NPCC days,kayaking was my forte.Eversince i signed up for the kayaking course,i was amazed at what kayak can do to a person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was so in love with kayak that i never wanted to leave the kayak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The course we had at Kallang River with the Twin Instructor and my fellow mates was superb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But of course,i had my nightmare after the 2nd day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was Fucking allergic to GRASS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whaddafuck!?GRASS?out of all things, it had to be this greeny thingy!grr!i had no choice but to abandon the 2 star kayaking course i was taking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well,it didn't stop there of course.Somehow the allergy managed to fly away!I was back on healthy mode after a few months-Just nice for my 5 days Outward Bound School Camp.Guess what?i get to kayak again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this time,i REALLY get to kayak for super long distance!about 17km from the first campsite to the second campsite.Sure,on the map it was just a stone's throw away but hell no!It was a long and tiring journey.Plus,i was only a few feet away from this huge Vessel!Nightmare on elms st.(exaggerating mode).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay,so back to Kayak.There's a few requirements needed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-you have to know how to swim atleast 50m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Always wear a life vest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-persons under the age of twelve need to wear a floatation devise while a vessel is underway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-master the art of paddle techniques.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-pink of health.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dats just a few that i can recap.There's not much required actually.But the most important thing is to learn the techniques well.Master the steps as to how to get back in your seat when the kayak overturn or when you capsize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signing up for more courses.I should get back my hobby on track.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;betol cakap yanty,must slim down before kahwin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2911663364870421407?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2911663364870421407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-lost-hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2911663364870421407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2911663364870421407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-lost-hobby.html' title='Long Lost Hobby.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/Sxht4glSxdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eFf2dxZP07c/s72-c/KAYAKING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-8151492271311592968</id><published>2009-12-03T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:27:27.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LG captivates me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdZ6aqOuDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oqeh3iAbUdY/s1600-h/lg-nevera2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410892337432672306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdZ6aqOuDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oqeh3iAbUdY/s400/lg-nevera2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdZ6BV0jEI/AAAAAAAAATs/A8Pz_DmeoCI/s1600-h/lgswarovski_540x466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410892330636184642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdZ6BV0jEI/AAAAAAAAATs/A8Pz_DmeoCI/s400/lgswarovski_540x466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Hubby,i want one can???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-8151492271311592968?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/8151492271311592968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/lg-captivates-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8151492271311592968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/8151492271311592968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/lg-captivates-me.html' title='LG captivates me.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdZ6aqOuDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oqeh3iAbUdY/s72-c/lg-nevera2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-5193237085830830779</id><published>2009-12-03T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:25:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fav Fridge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-5193237085830830779?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/5193237085830830779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-fav-fridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5193237085830830779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/5193237085830830779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-fav-fridge.html' title='My Fav Fridge.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-7472075817600764429</id><published>2009-12-03T12:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:05:32.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Fantasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay people,this entry is going to be loaded up with bedroom designs that i very much want for my new bedroom in 2 months time.Too bad that i only have 1 room to decorate so i can only choose 1 design!!grr!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The problem is HubbyBaby doesn't want &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Purple &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;to be at any corner of the room.He definitely CROSSED out these colours.But hey,maybe he could change his mind after seeing all this.That is why his clever Wife-To-Be here posts up these designs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've also included some designs for kids bedroom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who knows..hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886616597178194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdUta4wp1I/AAAAAAAAATk/j6w9b-R0GPY/s400/168_bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bloody red wardrobe!i want it so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQegG27QI/AAAAAAAAASs/f-LPan4bYBY/s1600-h/TeenGirlsBedroomPurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410881962253937922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQegG27QI/AAAAAAAAASs/f-LPan4bYBY/s400/TeenGirlsBedroomPurple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQefzc6CI/AAAAAAAAASk/YHjCV011TX8/s1600-h/new-bedroom-interior-design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410881962172540962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQefzc6CI/AAAAAAAAASk/YHjCV011TX8/s400/new-bedroom-interior-design.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQWmtdzjI/AAAAAAAAASc/EQwsb1bX4_E/s1600-h/master-bedroom_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410881826587528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQWmtdzjI/AAAAAAAAASc/EQwsb1bX4_E/s400/master-bedroom_33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQWAKRKRI/AAAAAAAAASU/5h29NvxK0Ho/s1600-h/Interior_Bedroom_design_004996_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410881816239352082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQWAKRKRI/AAAAAAAAASU/5h29NvxK0Ho/s400/Interior_Bedroom_design_004996_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQOkPsZeI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zx0HuUrnG-Y/s1600-h/high_gloss_maple_venice_bedroom-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410881688486831586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdQOkPsZeI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zx0HuUrnG-Y/s400/high_gloss_maple_venice_bedroom-main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first choice.Lorve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdP4y6D06I/AAAAAAAAAR0/TO9Xyo8CFDU/s1600-h/HDB_Resale_Flats_4Room_Bedrooms_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410881314465502114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdP4y6D06I/AAAAAAAAAR0/TO9Xyo8CFDU/s400/HDB_Resale_Flats_4Room_Bedrooms_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second choice.The bedsheet,cosy corner!Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdP4p3rEwI/AAAAAAAAARs/jhXqwOnuLjI/s1600-h/coveBedroomHR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410881312039572226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdP4p3rEwI/AAAAAAAAARs/jhXqwOnuLjI/s400/coveBedroomHR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPUZs_u0I/AAAAAAAAARk/NylgbeZqtss/s1600-h/carleton68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410880689224530754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPUZs_u0I/AAAAAAAAARk/NylgbeZqtss/s400/carleton68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Third choice.I love the authentic wooden furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPT3rT8nI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZDxVfSVv0FM/s1600-h/bedroom-inspiration-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410880680090661490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPT3rT8nI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZDxVfSVv0FM/s400/bedroom-inspiration-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPMg9BLvI/AAAAAAAAARU/G0_OBJKrHFI/s1600-h/BedroomDesign3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410880553731829490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPMg9BLvI/AAAAAAAAARU/G0_OBJKrHFI/s400/BedroomDesign3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fourth.Love it.Esp the wall colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPMCWkTaI/AAAAAAAAARM/GRoY_p2osdE/s1600-h/Bedroom_Sets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410880545517489570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdPMCWkTaI/AAAAAAAAARM/GRoY_p2osdE/s400/Bedroom_Sets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdFyCZ4j_I/AAAAAAAAARE/kV9YPRG1Gd0/s1600-h/small-bedroom-inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410870203250151410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdFyCZ4j_I/AAAAAAAAARE/kV9YPRG1Gd0/s400/small-bedroom-inspiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdFgo0pL5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z7GGcfcUyr0/s1600-h/bedroom-inspiration-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdFZ3OzLqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WIqQkltLRmc/s1600-h/bdrm-trad-contemp-dbl-rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410869787934011042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdFZ3OzLqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WIqQkltLRmc/s400/bdrm-trad-contemp-dbl-rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth.Suddenly green captures my attention.Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410883600038162194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdR91VC7xI/AAAAAAAAATc/OWOxMnKSNzA/s400/wilkfurn2208_468x426.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nice right??for my baby princess..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410883595568292962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdR9krWJGI/AAAAAAAAATU/OkZ_Ymkhd3s/s400/purple_-_girls_bedroom_-_southern_living.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this is so gorgeous!definitely my own choice of teenage bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410883484373414130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdR3Gca8PI/AAAAAAAAATM/yW_9268kQlM/s400/jesper-kids-pink-and-white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdR23g1hpI/AAAAAAAAATE/_6xbo8qc7lM/s1600-h/girls-room-lauren-jacobsen-interior-design-california.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410883480365401746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdR23g1hpI/AAAAAAAAATE/_6xbo8qc7lM/s400/girls-room-lauren-jacobsen-interior-design-california.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farking cosy.grrr..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdRugqHgtI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tIHDQEMpBbQ/s1600-h/girls-bedroom-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410883336791360210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdRugqHgtI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tIHDQEMpBbQ/s400/girls-bedroom-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdRucjv42I/AAAAAAAAAS0/st7k4OaxZOs/s1600-h/florian-kids-bedroom-lime-silver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410883335690904418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdRucjv42I/AAAAAAAAAS0/st7k4OaxZOs/s400/florian-kids-bedroom-lime-silver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdFU5atazI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1ZvnrP69jUM/s1600-h/bdrm-trad-contemp-dbl-rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7472075817600764429?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7472075817600764429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/bedroom-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7472075817600764429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7472075817600764429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/bedroom-fantasy.html' title='Bedroom Fantasy.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxdUta4wp1I/AAAAAAAAATk/j6w9b-R0GPY/s72-c/168_bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-287025464455203429</id><published>2009-12-02T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:35:03.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you even farking care?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have done enough damage to my life than anyone else ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So am i suppose to appreciate it or what&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-287025464455203429?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/287025464455203429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-even-farking-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/287025464455203429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/287025464455203429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-even-farking-care.html' title='Do you even farking care?'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-1000553556743626333</id><published>2009-12-02T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:39:15.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxW0ZtUssuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RtgmQu_7lms/s1600/1026880tn2f7ztzqg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410428881111659234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxW0ZtUssuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RtgmQu_7lms/s400/1026880tn2f7ztzqg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Never look back at any pasts you've created.It's meant to be forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go On..Move On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday wasn't as smoothly as i had planned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;firstly,the catering company called to say that the meeptup was CANCELLED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then they called again to say that the meetup CAN BE ARRANGED at 7pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so,me,my mum and her friend took a cab from Jurong to Woodlands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was 6.20 and the traffic was horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were rushing for time.as we wouldn't want to miss the appt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;given that it's the crucial meetup,we want to arrive EARLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the office was at 15 Woodlands Loop.Mind you,it's those factories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we reached at 6.55pm and the fare was $33.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost,we traced the directory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached #04-35 and the place was bloody dark,narrow,stuffy and eyucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mum's friend called the guy,Jack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His assistant,Asmah,came and directed us to the office which fortunately had AIRCON installed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happily,we sat down and browse through the albums.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impatiently,it was 7.45pm and Jack wasn't there yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mum and her friend went down to get some drinks and break as i was fuckingly hungry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack and Asmah came.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussed,paid and left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind you,my mum was so paranoid all along as she had 5K CASH in her bag(not knowing that credit cards could be used).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We called a cab.Waited and headed home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now,how the hell am i suppose to convince HubbyBaby that cameraman packages are expensive?Grr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby,if you're reading this,please listen to me for one last time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DON'T SPLURGE FOR OUR WEDDING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay?remember,Hayabusa.heee..Focus,focus..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-1000553556743626333?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/1000553556743626333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1000553556743626333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/1000553556743626333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/one.html' title='The One.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxW0ZtUssuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RtgmQu_7lms/s72-c/1026880tn2f7ztzqg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-6477489064859450647</id><published>2009-12-01T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:29:34.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barely 2 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxTTHjljjcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BRsRySRA79Q/s1600/1067002xty3fwbjgn.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410181179144113602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxTTHjljjcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BRsRySRA79Q/s320/1067002xty3fwbjgn.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barely 2 days and i'm already missing HubbyBaby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How soon can weekends end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They should extend hols to 2 days..Ryte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grr..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How i wish Pasir ris could be 5 mins away from Cck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i miss overnights with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to my wedding caterer,if you ppl cancel the meetups again,sumpah i'm gonna CALL you direct.waste my bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6261098015164526265-6477489064859450647?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/6477489064859450647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/barely-2-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6477489064859450647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/6477489064859450647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/12/barely-2-days.html' title='Barely 2 days.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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/_dLLuUjzhNb4/SxTTHjljjcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BRsRySRA79Q/s72-c/1067002xty3fwbjgn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261098015164526265.post-609105038332663996</id><published>2009-11-30T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:23:37.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter.Peace.Joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Delifrance with family: Eve of Hari Raya Haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total Cost: $66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My contribution: $16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hari Raya Haji with my lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Venue: My Crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Menu: Nasi Bawang,Dalca,Sambal Telur,Roti Boyan,Ayam masak merah,Rendang Daging,Sambal Goreng,Satay Goreng,Acar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dessert: My Sponsorship of $1 Ice-cream.Heehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0356-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/Photo0356-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outz with HubbyBaby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing to declare.Hehz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-609105038332663996?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/609105038332663996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughterpeacejoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/609105038332663996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/609105038332663996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughterpeacejoy.html' title='Laughter.Peace.Joy.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-806723351471326515</id><published>2009-11-26T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:29:29.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fuck Gastrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fuck Milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fuck Soya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fuck Cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fuck Horlicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lactose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-806723351471326515?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/806723351471326515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/allergy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/806723351471326515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/806723351471326515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/allergy.html' title='Allergy.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-4624711427364862913</id><published>2009-11-26T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:06:05.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At this point,right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My limbs and senses are numbed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like stealing toilet rolls and..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As much as i want to make myself busy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my thoughts are filled with anger,hurt,pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeply,I'm hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-4624711427364862913?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/4624711427364862913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4624711427364862913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/4624711427364862913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/fate.html' title='FATE.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-2850299372841258335</id><published>2009-11-26T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:27:48.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathless night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep-less morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raging heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All i need is a hug and "I'm Sorry".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-2850299372841258335?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/2850299372841258335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2850299372841258335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/2850299372841258335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... Iryandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053546037506319218</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-6261098015164526265.post-7902529153991085379</id><published>2009-11-25T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:38:31.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Life Really Means After Marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=marriage-ceremony.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/marriage-ceremony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pd_sex_070731_ms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/pd_sex_070731_ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pregnancy-women3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/pregnancy-women3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/?action=view&amp;amp;current=argument-main_Full.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i648.photobucket.com/albums/uu205/ainyan090407/argument-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Get the sequence?Let me tell you how i picture married life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Exchange of vows.Long awaited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Happiness that befalls married couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Ultimate Sex Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Gift From Above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Arguments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's coming to 4 months for my big day and i certainly have lots of questionings and thoughts in my mind.How exactly do i picture married life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what happens after the arguments?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've read lots of articles about couples breaking up long after they had their first baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mostly young couples,like me and HubbyBaby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is married life all about lust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or is it about life long commitment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm still pondering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that i have regrets in my decision to get hitched.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just that having thought about more severe things is better than nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot more preparations.A lifelong commitment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261098015164526265-7902529153991085379?l=nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/feeds/7902529153991085379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-life-really-means-after-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7902529153991085379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6261098015164526265/posts/default/7902529153991085379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutellafromthejar.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-life-really-means-after-marriage.html' title='What Life Really Means After Marriage.'/><author><name>Take Me With You... 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