<?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-18272154</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:28:59.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stargaze*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-722997572076783619</id><published>2009-04-24T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:05:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: She works hard for the money - Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hooked with my current stereo!! And Kris Allen is included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SfCZuSVLulI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7AIZYt0PiLM/s400/27_kris_allen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his smileeeeee! I keep repeating the song on youtube. Can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-722997572076783619?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/722997572076783619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/722997572076783619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-stereo-she-works-hard-for-money-kris.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SfCZuSVLulI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7AIZYt0PiLM/s72-c/27_kris_allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5799680082433718472</id><published>2009-04-19T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:48:11.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Jai Ho - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish watching Paris Hilton's My New Bff. Its not bad actually. And I think I like Paris Hilton. Sorry, bitches! She's sweet actually. I am beginning to love her right now. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we talk about the weather? Or is it just me? My fan went busted at the very moment where the weather is effing hot. Bad moment, dear fan! I keep waking up in the wee hours because its hot. And the "emergency" fan I had just isn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hip thing now is twitter. Oprah twits, Jimmy Fallon twits, Ashton Kutcher twits, Demi Moore twits and many more I think. I wonder do Paris Hilton twits? Should I get a twitter for myself? Nah, my life isn't interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MORE DAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5799680082433718472?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5799680082433718472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5799680082433718472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-stereo-jai-ho-pussycat-dolls-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-736675009891303762</id><published>2009-04-13T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:35:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Please don't stop the rain - James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Responsibilities:&lt;br /&gt;•Typing of letters and general correspondence&lt;br /&gt;•Preparation of purchase requisition forms&lt;br /&gt;•Circulation of correspondence&lt;br /&gt;•Processing of delivery orders&lt;br /&gt;•Recording of cost codes&lt;br /&gt;•Documents control, filing&lt;br /&gt;•Ad hoc duties as assigned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements:&lt;br /&gt;•‘N’ Level or above&lt;br /&gt;•At least one year experience in fast paced environment&lt;br /&gt;•Preferably one year experience in construction industry.&lt;br /&gt;•Speaks English and Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;•Head office (Mon – half alternate Sat) / Site office (Mon – half Sat)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why does an admin assistant position need to speak English and CANTONESE?? Look at the responsibilities. Does it require to liaise with China or Hong Kong Clients?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampak sangat pilih kulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to my online dictionary and search what does bilingual means. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bilingual means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;using or able to use two languages, especially with equal or nearly equal fluency. &lt;/span&gt;But in Singapore, bilingual means can speak English and Mandarin. Not English and Malay. Not English and Tamil. Not English and Tagalog. Not English and other languages in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at lowest point this week and its just the beginning of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, class starts tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sooo agree with James Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;You see life is a crazy thing&lt;br /&gt;There'll be good time and there'll be bad times&lt;br /&gt;And everything in between&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know which way it's gonna go&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/18272154-736675009891303762?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/736675009891303762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/736675009891303762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-stereo-please-dont-stop-rain-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3912601296891742631</id><published>2009-04-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:47:54.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST SIMPLY FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3912601296891742631?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3912601296891742631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3912601296891742631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-people-are-just-simply-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-9019958501294863715</id><published>2009-04-12T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:35:14.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: unwritten - natasha b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to cut my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to go eyebrow threading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to take nice pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a slr camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a freaking job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to sleep but I simply can't because I'm all hooked to The Hills Season 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to end this post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;thank you very much for reading.&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***as if someone is reading this. ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-9019958501294863715?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9019958501294863715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9019958501294863715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-stereo-unwritten-natasha-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5427654082684344473</id><published>2009-04-09T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:58:41.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Wonderwall - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When boredom strikes, I did all the quizzes in Facebook just to kill some time. From perempuan spesis apakah aku?, What color should I get my hair dyed, Which Upin dan Ipin character I am, How rich will I be(poor, of course :( ), Where does my happiness lie, What does my birthday say about me, What kind of "Minah" I am etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the results are quite true. Freakehh. About what kind of Minah I am, funny to the maximum seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Sd2Y5VYa5GI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ujrp5fNz3KU/s400/Untitled-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 90%  of it is true. About the kicap thing, I do not understand a bit of it. And my auntie is clueless. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Sd2a7tOKpAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Wtn1nB2saxk/s400/Untitled-3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemalu macam siput. Hmm, let's think, shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Sd2cOotKkwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/IAKTbLy2dJc/s400/Untitled-4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite result. What makes it funny is, about my size. Freaky isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5427654082684344473?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5427654082684344473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5427654082684344473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-stereo-wonderwall-oasis-when-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Sd2Y5VYa5GI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ujrp5fNz3KU/s72-c/Untitled-2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8255810263835336314</id><published>2009-04-08T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:09:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Floating Away - My Mr John Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing that this Friday is a public holiday, I arranged an interview on that day. At 10AM some more!!! I repeated what my sister said on the phone just now. "Friday public holiday? FRIDAY??" Blur sotong man... I should cancel it via email since I arranged with email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the famous Rojak mama stall in Pasar Geylang eh?? Poor thing. I love their Rojak. Don't worry, it won't affect my family and myself because the last time we ate Rojak from that particular stall was few months ago(??). So we are safe and sound just like that particular reggae song I heard. &lt;-- Random seh last sentence. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life isn't mundane anymore. No, I didn't get a job yet. I've been receiving emails and calls for job interviews. Alhamdulillah. But sometimes its still mundane because no money to go out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A personal shout out,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PENDEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIENDS ARE BAD HABITS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8255810263835336314?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8255810263835336314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8255810263835336314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-stereo-floating-away-my-mr-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2450852117321994646</id><published>2009-04-07T22:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:07:44.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: back to black - amy winehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my header for the umpteenth time in a week. I can't seem to find the right one. I've been searching for the right font, right brushes and right color. I may stick to this one for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week no gossip girl. It will return in two weeks time. TWO FREAKING WEEKS. Boredom strikes me. No more Ugly Betty. Desperate Housewives will return the same week with GG. I have nothing to watch. Unless...... Wait, The Hills Season 5 premieres few days ago. Maybe I'll go watch it. Endless drama and everyone seems to love the show. Oh me too. I love Lauren Conrad and her hairstyles. Her braided hair especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 166px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SdtfvhNCLAI/AAAAAAAAAao/MVq1ocvoILA/s400/lauren1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 242px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Sdtie-gLs3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/-ti0G_bf3gM/s400/pull-over-lauren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 385px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Sdti1nKrH6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/HOacRynmJDE/s400/lauren-conrad-love-me-eyes.jpg" /&gt;Alright. I think this post is very random. Before I talk something more random than this, I shall stop. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: don't mock me now. You were once in that clan too, b.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2450852117321994646?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2450852117321994646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2450852117321994646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-stereo-back-to-black-amy-winehouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SdtfvhNCLAI/AAAAAAAAAao/MVq1ocvoILA/s72-c/lauren1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1398010522045097224</id><published>2009-03-31T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:42:20.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: I want to hold your hand - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should execute the "lahs', "errms", "ahs" and "yahs" during interviews. Whenever those words came out from my mouth, I would feel crap in the end of the interview. I felt like screaming my lungs out. And the word I'm trying to say is, regret. No other words could describe the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I want a friend like Nate Archibald too. B and N are back together. N makes me all softy on the inside. Very delicious to look at too. Cannot *tashan!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SdIPZSoFtmI/AAAAAAAAAag/eW56BCzH1r8/s400/nate-archibald-pic_521x769.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SdIPZLp1fhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/M4PqSuDACiU/s400/an-infamous-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*an inside joke between my cousin and me. Very funny kelakar nak mampus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get well soon, that someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1398010522045097224?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1398010522045097224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1398010522045097224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-i-want-to-hold-your-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SdIPZSoFtmI/AAAAAAAAAag/eW56BCzH1r8/s72-c/nate-archibald-pic_521x769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8341577678879104556</id><published>2009-03-30T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:57:07.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Twist and Shout - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes aku feeling the Beatles this new week. As what my brothers says, "Alin jadi Mods". Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their songs are reeeeaaallyy nice. My sister has all of their albums, maybe I will check it out tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was another week of bumming around and job hunting. The interview went well last Thursday. Gotta wait for the call. The usual procedure. I feel like giving up but obviously I can't. I do not get paid by giving up nor by sitting at home doing nothing. Oh God, I just need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8341577678879104556?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8341577678879104556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8341577678879104556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-twist-and-shout-beatles-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-326894064010761653</id><published>2009-03-24T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:43:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: The sweet escape - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Manjalara on youtube. I thought Manjalara was a stupid drama. Seriously. I have TV3 in my room since I-don't-know-when and whenever there was advertisement about Manjalara, I always changed to other channel. Now its currently showing on Suria and since I have nothing to watch on a Saturday evening, I decided to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching it on Suria really bores the hell out of me. With the advertisement and wanting to know what's next. Few days back(should be on Saturday), I decided to watch it online. Saves time, no advertisement and can forward the boring parts. A total of 75 episodes. SEVENTY-FIVE!! Kalah GG or other online dramas i've watched. But I didn't start from the first episode (dah gila?). I started around episode 40( I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those days where Amalina have nothing to do, you know. Watched online dramas, online movies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merayap tak tentu pasal&lt;/span&gt; and job hunting. I need a job. Pronto. I hope I got the job at NUH. I have a interview this Thursday. Or whichever come first. As long as ka-ching! goes into my bank account at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can bid farewell to GossipVillage. Maybe. Only. Hope. Wish. If ever I leave that company, I will miss some of them. Those who are close to me throughout my service there. I have to do what I should be doing a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could escape &amp;amp; recreate a place that's my own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;amp; I could be your favourite girl (forever), Perfectly together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could be sweet, I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I didn't mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We can make it better, Tell me boy wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&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/18272154-326894064010761653?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/326894064010761653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/326894064010761653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-sweet-escape-gwen-stefani-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7435507716547318934</id><published>2009-03-20T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:35:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T WAIT FOR GOSSIP GIRL EPISODE 19 THIS COMING MONDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the promo, I feel like screaming my hearts out. I seriously cannot wait. There will be a total of 25 episodes. This is so so so so so exciting. Now I am smiling gleefully. From one ear to another ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be crazy by telling you this, I watched the promo video for like FIVE times already. lol! The video is only 23 seconds short so that explains why I watched it over again and again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youknowyouloveme&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7435507716547318934?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7435507716547318934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7435507716547318934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-wait-for-gossip-girl-episode-19.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7090518831810663798</id><published>2009-03-18T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:57:07.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: I kissed a girl - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cut my hair. Should I or should I not cut my hair????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I am bloody jobless when I have a job. I just don't get any shifts for the last seven days when I requested six days. Tak macam c****i. And I've been job-hunting for the last seven days as well. None responded. Sabar amalina, sabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Suntec on Friday for the Jobsdb job fair being held there. Hopefully I gain something from there. Gain a job, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job asap. I need money and loads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU LAPAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7090518831810663798?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7090518831810663798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7090518831810663798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-i-kissed-girl-katy-perry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3896867431305519103</id><published>2009-03-17T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:49:06.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: No other love  - John Legend ft Estelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What does emergency means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; A serious situation or occurrence that happens unexpectedly and demands immediate action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; A condition of urgent need for action or assistance: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a state of emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was checked in SGH Emergency &amp;amp; Accidents just now in the afternoon. He arrived at the hospital around 2.30pm. Now is 6.42pm and he still hasn't seen the doctor yet. Which part of emergency they do not understand?? Had to wait for FOUR freaking hours. I bet my father have finished doing the blood test and other test that need to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, GG is bloody back!! And I can't wait to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/18272154-3896867431305519103?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3896867431305519103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3896867431305519103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-no-other-love-john-legend-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4385199701834965726</id><published>2009-03-12T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:50:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: If you're out there - John Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish watching banana in pajamas on Youtube. My favorite tv show when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You thinking what I'm thinking, B1. I think I am B2. Its catching time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the show stopped showing here in Singapore or any other country. And the videos over at Youtube are limited. I LOVE BANANA IN PAJAMAS. I want to have a banana phone like them also!! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 200px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SblJv54gF8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/s961qRlrfnA/s400/bananas_in_pyjamas_narrowweb__200x258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SblJihXBrjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pDsF9mANbBs/s400/P1BananasInPyjamas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4385199701834965726?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4385199701834965726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4385199701834965726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-if-youre-out-there-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SblJv54gF8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/s961qRlrfnA/s72-c/bananas_in_pyjamas_narrowweb__200x258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4023995146024329982</id><published>2009-03-11T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:12:02.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Sandcastle disco - Solange Knowles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reggae tunes this evening because my friend is working on a 24 hours shift. So back to normal songs for now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbfNrXYcXNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Npc1WQ8p3ns/s400/200px-Bloodyvalentine3dfinal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "My Bloody Valentine" in 3D after my exams today. Its interesting enough because its 3D. That means with the coolio 3D specs. But it was a typical killing movie. With blood splashing everywhere and every scene. Pretty grossed out. One suspect leads to another. The real suspect was right in front of them from the start. Its always about a girl. But but but, the killer is so so so hot laaa. In the story his name is Tom Hanniger and his real name is Jensen Ackles. He plays a role in Supernatural as Dean Winchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbfOvv_auRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/P2w2xm0tuuU/s400/JensenAckles49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome kan? Kesian, dah handsome gini, gila rupanya. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another horror movie coming up this Friday. I will be watching "Coming Soon" with a group of friends. Same director from "Shutter", "Alone" and "4bia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do tomorrow? I ain't working tomorrow because I don't get any shifts. On standby again for the umpteenth time. Cheebs betul. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4023995146024329982?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4023995146024329982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4023995146024329982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-sandcastle-disco-solange.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbfNrXYcXNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Npc1WQ8p3ns/s72-c/200px-Bloodyvalentine3dfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-9117906196010834715</id><published>2009-03-11T01:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:47:24.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Melancholy Mood - Ziggy Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Bob Marley. Today is Ziggy Marley and Damian Marley. Reggae night. Thanks to a friend. I am so loving Melancholy mood right now! Thanks ah Aim!!! More reggae please :D And no to my kentalness post. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last paper today. Then I smell enjoyment coming my way. And also, work. Urgh! Oh wait, I have BTT to worry about. Like finally I registered after procrastinating it for 2 years. Hopefully I get my driving license before Raya. Can or not? Let Him decide, insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to numbers and reggae tune. Macam P je eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:85%;"  &gt;rise this morning smile with the sun&lt;br /&gt;oh I'm blessed another day has begun&lt;br /&gt;everything in life has its purpose&lt;br /&gt;find its reason it has its season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-9117906196010834715?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9117906196010834715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9117906196010834715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-melancholy-mood-ziggy-marley.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2597800180938629623</id><published>2009-03-08T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:01:29.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Terima Kasih Cinta - Afgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why we could sit by the tv or by the computer for hours and can't even solat which only takes us 5 minutes. 5 times a day. 5 minutes at most for each. A total of 25 minutes out of 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard, amalina????!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this at muslimgirls@lj:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ljcmt3125017"&gt;To motivate myself:&lt;br /&gt;-I think about how if I pray I will have a better life, both in this world and the here after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I try and think about how much time I spend for worldly things that will not even matter in the afterlife..where as prayer takes little time and matters in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;I spend so much time preparing for an upcoming exam in school which Allah (SWT) will not care what grade I got on it.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I should be able to take at max. 15 minutes for each prayer out of my day to prepare for the afterlife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ljcmt3125017"&gt;On the day of judgment the first things that will be looked at is our prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2597800180938629623?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2597800180938629623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2597800180938629623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-terima-kasih-cinta-afgan.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6943796877942634105</id><published>2009-03-08T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:52:14.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Again - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to put this up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbKgUx3Cg6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/P5Dx9z2aNyk/s400/chace-crawford-cosmopolitan-fun-fearless-males-08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite Nate Archibald or his real name, Chace Crawford. I know its very random. I really can't help it tho. I love him many many. :D heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting my daily/weekly dosage of gossips or pictures while I should be doing some revision. Exam is on Monday. I have A LOT to study. Well I need to put my brains off from those slides and papers for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a mom or a sister like.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbKhWw9t78I/AAAAAAAAAZg/uV_tB6g-n_o/s400/angelina-jolie-salt-set-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HER! Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a daughter like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbKhW4NhkxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AO3Dll2NZ2Q/s400/brad-pitt-washington-dc-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HER! Shiloh&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a dad/husband(LOL!) like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbKhpTi3VhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/gsYqku-4-EM/s400/brad-pitt-washington-dc-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HIM! Brad Pitt&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie is so so so pretty. Shiloh is so so so cute. Hello! She is wearing a Vans!! Can you see it? Aaaaannddddd mr Brad Pitt is sexily goddamn handsome!! Not to forget, Zahara, you are cute too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough. Get back to revision now. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6943796877942634105?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6943796877942634105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6943796877942634105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-again-natasha-bedingfield-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SbKgUx3Cg6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/P5Dx9z2aNyk/s72-c/chace-crawford-cosmopolitan-fun-fearless-males-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6390257707889772708</id><published>2009-03-05T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:05:12.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Starlight -  Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED A NEW PHONE RIGHT AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6390257707889772708?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6390257707889772708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6390257707889772708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-starlight-muse-i-need-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6751202480738327707</id><published>2009-03-05T15:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:45:16.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: You're the one that I want - John Travolta &amp;amp; Olivia Newton-John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to bloghop as some of you may know. So while doing some bloghopping, I stumbled upon few bloggers bring their family to Pastamania. Out of five, three of them bought their family. Macam kemaruk je. Once Pastamania had the "Halal" cert, EVERYONE starts to go there to eat because its cheap. This cheap thing is only for a while. In months to come once the economy went up, the price will rise up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say if Mos Burger and Carl's Junior is Halal, these people can forget about Burger King, McDonald and other Halal fast food chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be lying if I said I've never eaten Pastamania before it went to Halal. Yes I admit that I ate Pastamania before it went Halal. Yes I admit its cheap than Pizza Hut. Yes I admit its nicer than PH. And yes I ate Carl's Junior before. Carl's Junior burgers are so big that I have to share. Carl's Junior is expensive. No, I have not tasted Mos Burger. Oh wait, just the fries. Yes, I admit that I've eaten Mos Burger. The fries are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something when the non-Halal food chains weren't Halal yet, I'll go and try their food. Once that non-Halal food chain got their Halal cert, I've yet to find the time to eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Fish n Co should go for the Halal cert too. Halal or not, I've seen a lot of girls wearing tudung ate there. And yes, I've tried Fish n Co too. I wanna try Manhattan Fish Market.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh tidaaaaaaaaaakkkk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am on a diet on non-Halal food chains. I need to refrain myself. I hope I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAZZY, YOU ARE MISSED TOO! WHEN DRIVING-ME-AROUND OUTING? I'M WAITING. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6751202480738327707?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6751202480738327707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6751202480738327707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-youre-one-that-i-want-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6587642967906085033</id><published>2009-03-02T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:17:12.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Cinta ini membunuhku - D'masiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain, I feel like clearing my MSN list of friends. I barely chat with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making du’aa’ at times of ease, and saying more     du’aa’s at times of plenty. The Prophet   (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon     him) said: “Remember Allaah during times of ease and He will remember you during     times of hardship.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Among the best times is the time just before Fajr (dawn), the last     third of the night, the last hour of Jumu’ah (Friday), when rain is falling, and     between the Adhaan and iqaamah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6587642967906085033?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6587642967906085033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6587642967906085033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-cinta-ini-membunuhku-dmasiv.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2533458672147866526</id><published>2009-03-02T20:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:23:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Right Round - FloRida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl is coming back in two weeks time. I repeat, TWO FREAKING WEEKS. And Georgina Sparks will appear this coming episode. I can hardly wait laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met my favorite girls for monthly smooches. Bowling-Daytona-Esplanade. I don't remember when was the last time I played bowling. It must be eons ago. I'm a sucker at bowling. Strike like twice or maybe thrice in two games. And most of the time the ball went to the longkang. Told ya, i sucked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SavoftXJsRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KMGb3wOktXA/s400/Untitled-8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how my face when everytime the ball went to the longkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Daytona, I kinda stayed third place for both games. That, I don't suck. After Daytona, we were finding for a place to sit down and gossip or do anything. Found a spot at Esplanade. Its been ages since I step there. I noticed a lot of changes there. Sat at the center stage and talk about some things and camwhored. And it was time to go home. It was such a short meetup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SavqOv8lI1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/veLgm76SZ98/s400/Untitled-9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SavrwsFFHDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kUW-PuOEOds/s400/Untitled-10.png" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babes, i had fun. Till next time ohkayyyyy. And next time, please, please don't be late. Meet earlier or something, can? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2533458672147866526?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2533458672147866526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2533458672147866526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stereo-right-round-florida-gossip.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SavoftXJsRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KMGb3wOktXA/s72-c/Untitled-8.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6812771174922749646</id><published>2009-02-27T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:43:49.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Best in me - Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohhooooo! Those who know, you know i know ah. Rancangan Paling Popular. Like finally or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6812771174922749646?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6812771174922749646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6812771174922749646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-best-in-me-blue-woohhooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-403107510867737715</id><published>2009-02-26T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:28:15.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Ka-ching! - Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this week I am into baking or cooking. Monday cooked a dish. Wednesday baked that brownies I planned which turns out to be a chocolate cake. My first try baking brownies, so, I won't give up just yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semangat kental mesti ada Haha!&lt;/span&gt; I am on another mission of baking another brownies tomorrow. My sister helped find some brownie recipes for me so that's why I still have the spirit to make another brownie. Thankyoukakak! Good luck for tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing Martha Stewart's website and I love what I saw. The brownies and the cupcakes and the macaroni and cheese. So tempting and geram, you know!!! I was some sort of inspired after seeing those cupcakes, brownies and macaroni n cheese and not to forget, cookies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Saa7BjGmXiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gwAp2Bh7Cn8/s400/mixxx.jpg" /&gt;Tempted, aren't you? I had a good laugh about my brownie aka chocolate cake I baked yesterday. I really, really hope that tomorrow's mission won't be like the previous. Insya-Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you hear it ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It makes you wanna sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's such a beautiful thing--Ka-ching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lots of diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The happiness it brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll live like a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With lots of money and things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-403107510867737715?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/403107510867737715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/403107510867737715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-sorry-seems-to-be-hardest.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/Saa7BjGmXiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gwAp2Bh7Cn8/s72-c/mixxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6749608562313215053</id><published>2009-02-24T23:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:12:12.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Love Story - Taylor Swift (thanks ah fazli!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week I am not working because I want to do some revision for tests and exams. Yesterday while doing some revisions, I thought of cooking something as I was hungry and Mom went to Johor with lil brother. I went online and asked a friend on how to cook a sweet 'n' sour dish. I asked all sorts of questions from A to Z. I am a sucker at cooking, I am really. After asking all those questions, I went to the kitchen and search for anything for the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some chicken fillets and put in the sink to defrost it. Few hours later, TA-DA, I cooked sweet 'n' sour chicken dish. I was like a pro with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;campak sana campak sini&lt;/span&gt; in the pan. It tasted OKAY but tasted more on tomato but again, it turns out delish-NOT! Lucky enough I didn't had diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am on a mission on finding a very, very, very chocolate fudge brownie recipe. If found anything that is simple and nice, I am so buying the ingredients tomorrow. This is so exciting. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) can you feel the excitement with all the smiles i typed????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so cannot wait for pay day because I am so broke to the max. And is it really true that I will be getting the gst off set package this coming Sunday?????? I am not putting high hopes on it. The letter I received last week says that I have to sign up and IF I QUALIFY, I will be getting it. If I am getting it, I AM RICH! :D action je. So let's countdown, everybodeh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to get back to my research on fudge brownie recipes. Wish me luck y'all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog design okay or not? Took from blogskins.com but change 80percent of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6749608562313215053?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6749608562313215053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6749608562313215053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-love-story-taylor-swift.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8745326044325643510</id><published>2009-02-23T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:56:24.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Mamma Mia - ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I really, really like 2009 Oscar's performance. Hugh Jackman with Anne Hathaway. Hugh Jackman with Beyonce Knowles, Zac Efron with Vanessa Hudgens and Amanda Seyfield with Dominic Cooper. I like!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so watching it later, the encore telecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone very the jambu on tv ehh just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8745326044325643510?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8745326044325643510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8745326044325643510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-mamma-mia-abba-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6379583927638777489</id><published>2009-02-23T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:40:34.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Insomnia - Craig David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SaGLr1peSOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XkwF3_H6H0I/s320/chace-crawford-armani-exchange-opening-08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this above picture, I was practically screaming, "OH MY GODDDDDD HANDSOME NYA NATE!!!" Call me crazy woman all you want. I saw a few more pictures but I will keep for my eyes only. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved girlfriends(Murni&amp;amp;Hirin), this Sunday 1st March want to meet up tak? I will sms you girls okay. Make your Sunday free to meet up and waste time! Miss you girlfriends laaaaa :D MURNI, AKU NAK GAMBAR FROM PREVIOUS OUTING. UPLOAD CEPAT PLEASE SAYANG!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6379583927638777489?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6379583927638777489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6379583927638777489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-insomnia-craig-david-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SaGLr1peSOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XkwF3_H6H0I/s72-c/chace-crawford-armani-exchange-opening-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3940667141159564448</id><published>2009-02-21T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:43:15.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Akan tiba - Aliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rona Roni Makaroni had their finale episode on Thursday (since we don't have astro here in Singapore then Friday that is on youtube) and the ending was goooooooooooooooooooood. I am so happy with the ending unlike Sindarela, eh kak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like beaming right now because of the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more dramas to watch. Life is going to be spelled as B.O.R.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3940667141159564448?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3940667141159564448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3940667141159564448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-akan-tiba-aliff-rona-roni.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3350419865710999338</id><published>2009-02-16T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:57:29.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Viva la Vida - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or the weather is crazily hot?? I can just sweat just by sitting down while doing my assignments with the laptop. And this afternoon, there was a surprise rain. Less than five minutes. The weather was cool for five minutes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is ending in two weeks time. I can't wait. I can't wait. Few more assignments, few more practical assignments, one or two test lined up and lastly, The Exams. Pressure. I don't get why they like to put assignments and tests together towards the ending of school's semester. Pressurizing, you know. Don't know where to concentrate. I have three more modules to go. And after that, I have no idea. Still planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of assignments and tests and revising, I caught "The curious case of Benjamin Button"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SZmbMT8MycI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Pj8bMQYpWvA/s320/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SZmbMPfLm9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/SBlO_wxqBCs/s320/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon. Mind you, it was a three hour movie. I wanted to pee but I couldn't afford to miss some parts of the movie. Very, very, very interesting movie. My ratings will be 4.5 out of five. Another 0.5 was quite boring because draggy. THREE HOURS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to catch "He's just not that into you" and "Confession of Shopaholic". More and more movies are coming from best-selling books. I can't wait!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl is coming back on mid of March. This is a torture. And I think that episode will be the last episode for Season 2. That will be so so so sad and depressing. I will miss Gossip Girl for sure. Gerams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks, mr N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3350419865710999338?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3350419865710999338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3350419865710999338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-viva-la-vida-coldplay-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SZmbMT8MycI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Pj8bMQYpWvA/s72-c/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7365904990679816749</id><published>2009-02-14T03:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:43:59.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: I'm Scared - Duffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SZXGinr3QHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Wb0wfjuyDGM/s400/200px-Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Slumdog Millionaire. I was kinda speechless when the show ended. It took me minutes to swallow what I've seen. Depressing siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was on fire and the police can still play the cards and shoo the kids away when they are looking for help. And the rich are big time assholes! The so called orphanage person who took them for "safety" reasons, they tortured those kids. Why are there such people in this world????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a depressing movie. It is, really. And also interesting. You should watch it. If you can't take violence, please come an hour later after it starts showing. The last part is a bit merepek. You know like normal hindi movie, singing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohh look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7365904990679816749?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7365904990679816749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7365904990679816749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-im-scared-duffy-ive-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SZXGinr3QHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Wb0wfjuyDGM/s72-c/200px-Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6369143557875279439</id><published>2009-02-12T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:51:12.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: No Other Love - John Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so annoyed and tired. Annoyed  because I failed my revision test by one mark. One mark?? Can you imagine that???? Tired because of finding the answers for that revision test I failed. Cheebs. My eyes are drooping now man. I have six assignments to be done and need to submit on Monday. SIX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry at work today. I deal with idiots every time I work. Young idiot, middle-aged idiot or senior citizen idiot. Some senior citizens are nice and some are really just pain the ass. They are sooooo choosy when come to their seats. This minute they want center seats and when I am about to print the tickets, they want the aisle seat. I gave my irritated face and just changed to anyhow seats. And they are sooooooooooo kiasu when comes to free goodies. That's when I am ticketing. Now comes the part where I am at ushering point. All have to exit in front, no matter how old or young they are, they HAVE to exit in front. And these few senior citizen showed me their pity face and complained that they can't walk down because their leg is having cramps or whatever pain they had. Can't they stay at home take care of their households and take care of their grandchildren or something???? They prefer to make our lives difficult. Some of them come hundred thousands times in a week and they still don't know our rules and regulation or where is the toilet. My blood was already boiling with all these nonsensical stuff. In times like this, all I say is, "subhaanallah". And that reeeaalllyyyy works, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, I whine a lot, do I? I want to find other jobs but seriously I HAVE no time at all. Busy with work. And busy with school. Exam is less than a month. I only studied 10 percent. I have 90 more percent to go through. Ya Allah, please guide through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do some revising while waiting for a friend to appear online so she can give me those assignments. KAWAN, CEPAT ONLINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share something. I really really really love Adidas Original House Party advert during trailers in the theaters. It made me smile widely every time I see this ad. I don't know why also. Maybe it can put you a smile on your face as well? Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT3Jj9OGMA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/TT3Jj9OGMA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6369143557875279439?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6369143557875279439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6369143557875279439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-no-other-love-john-legend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8137056156121041808</id><published>2009-02-08T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:41:15.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Everybody knows - John Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially tired. Tired kebabai, you know. I've been working for the last eight days non stop. Long hours, short hours. The crowd was super crazeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today off, like finally. But I will be out to meet my favorite girlies to waste time. No idea where to go, gonna decide when we meet later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday supposedly have class then it was canceled due to....I don't know what was the reason and I don't bother to know also. So, I decided to meet my dear Fazlina after our work at City Hall. Gosh I miss her so much. The last time we meet was....2007? Had our dinner at our favorite, Popeyes at Singapore Flyer. Catch up with her. Laughed like crazy hyennas. :D Took a couple of pictures. I planned to watch a movie then she had to reach home early so its dinner only. Fazzy, next meet up, drive me around? Set? I book you early okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SY3BA-kt_XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/EC2VYwPQSo0/s320/DSCF2177a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SY3BAp5DehI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Sx8q36-CFy4/s320/DSCF2174a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SY3BAFmmcrI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OcpAohRM0ko/s320/DSCF2171e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two photos, aku tengah feeling photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday supposedly go sheesha with a couple of friends. The planner was haprak, went quiet because he had soccer. I decided to not go even if the plan is still going on. Maybe gaji week okay? Wanted to go home after work since i am so dead tired. My beloved cousin msged me whether I am working or not, i thought she wanted to watch a movie with boyfriend but I was wrong. She had no plans so I suggested hanging-out session at West Coast Park because I wasn't in the mood to go home yet. She agreed and I agreed. Sedih ah tak bawak camera. Impromptu planning, that's why. It was so cold and windy. We picnicked in the evening. Best or what??? Gossip about our other cousin(s) and auntie(s), as usual. We have a very weird laughing gesture. It really runs in the family, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JOHN LEGEND LAH! I am in love with his new song, Everybody Knows. Love the lyrics, the rythm and of course, the voice. Its been repeated mode eversince I first heard an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch "The curious case of Benjamin Button". Anyone want to watch it meeeee??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I wish you would understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just an ordinaryman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that we have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That everybody knows, that nobody really knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8137056156121041808?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8137056156121041808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8137056156121041808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-everybody-knows-john-legend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SY3BA-kt_XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/EC2VYwPQSo0/s72-c/DSCF2177a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5594853208010442338</id><published>2009-02-05T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:28:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: American Boy - Estelle ft Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when lion dance made so much noise, no one ever complain? Why when a Malay family is having a wedding under a void deck with Karaoke, a few report to the police because it is too noisy? As heard, Singapore is a multi-racial country. I beg to differ, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a quite a number of issues why I disagree Singapore being a multi-racial country. Opening paragraph was one of them. Second is TVMobile. Most of the time, English and Chinese programs were running. No Malay or Tamil programs. There was a period of time where Malay and Tamil programs were showing, then suddenly it stopped. They complain too???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is the nearest Kopitiam or Coffeeshop in your so called "friendly" neighborhood. No Suria or Vasantham Central. Channel U or Channel 8 is the most tuned in channel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa kaki lepak sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that the Chinese, be it local or come from China, are the complain kings and queens. They are so fussy for no reason at all. I don't really get what they gain by complaining. And when it comes to free things, they argue about it until they got it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hangbao kosong pun dorang nak? Tak macam siak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has to change. Its more on tolerate-each-other country than a multi-racial country. Malay and Indians and Chinese unite to tolerate each other. What does our dear mr. president do? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan thosai kepe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so much about these people. Most of the time, I feel like pulling their heads off! Endurance and patience is the key. Your head ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to write but will save it for some other time. I bet your little cute eyes are getting cuter by reading this post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am feeling different this week. So that explains the background color of this blog. But I think its nice. Weird nice? Good nice? Different nice? Its better than orange right??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5594853208010442338?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5594853208010442338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5594853208010442338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-stereo-american-boy-estelle-ft-kanye.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-9130209254614728540</id><published>2009-01-31T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:15:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Akan Tiba - Aliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I love this songs to the max. The rhythm and the voice just make me want to hear it again. This song have a female version too. But I prefer the male's. This song is from Rona Roni Makaroni. I love love love this show. I am watching Sindarela too. Some Malaysia's drama just rocks, you know! At least Malaysia's drama do not delay for a week, a month or so. Not like GG and UB. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampai penat aku tunggu.&lt;/span&gt; I still LOVE GG no matter what. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is happy that the weekends are here again, i am sad because I had to work later. Bleargh! Tired. Lazy. Tired. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing with my colleagues was dayyum fun. At first when we reached ECP, it was drizzling. With that, my spirits went down. I was quite pissed. I was like, "why of all days, today have to rain??" But to think again, that was Allah's will. We just got to accept it with Alhamdulillah. Thank Allah, it was raining for 30 minutes or so. So we can continue our initial plan. To sit around or go cycling. And cycling we goooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funnnnnnnnn. The last time I cycled was June 2008 with my favourite bunch of girlies. That was six/seven months ago. I can't balance at first altho I cycled with a double seater. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maklum lah, aku ni tak tahu cycle.&lt;/span&gt; All cycled with two seaters. That shows how sporting they were. Got two doesn't know how to cycle alone(haha yes one of two was me :D) and another one, his precious hand was being cast due to busy talking to me while doing his work and got injured. Another one decided to roller blade. The weather was windy and cooooooooooool. It was funnnnn altho we were pretty much tired by the end of day and got leg cramps for some of us(it wasn't me!). Can we do this again???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SYM1OpUH-nI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zJoRjqxXyu0/s320/DSCF2147a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SYM1OVqVq7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/o4hZ6hHnvro/s320/DSCF2104a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SYM1MV6OwTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ydHSqr95RMw/s320/DSCF0875a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SYM1MO2GaII/AAAAAAAAAXA/oQgbDJ1Rv1I/s320/DSCF0852a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures actually. I've uploaded to multiply, as usual. Feel free to view it. That is, if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall end this post with my famous picture and Shafiq, si penyibuk yang suka enter frame(and also, yang handsome sangat-sangat!). :D PUAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SYM7UupJdLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5JX9ME7wuvA/s320/DSCF0891a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-9130209254614728540?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9130209254614728540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9130209254614728540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-stereo-akan-tiba-aliff-oh-man-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SYM1OpUH-nI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zJoRjqxXyu0/s72-c/DSCF2147a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6216645858544958488</id><published>2009-01-28T02:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:23:27.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: The Show - Lenka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a week for me. i can hardly breathe. i can hardly sleep eventho i was so effing tired. i lost track of days. my energy is running low. i believe in Milo and coffee. and China folks made me feel like killing them or using my pen to poke their dirty faces each time they don't have the slightest idea what the hell i am saying. please don't expect me to converse in your language. what i expect is you to understand what the fuck i said. whaddya know, i can understand what you said in your wonderful language and please don't be shock to hear me speaking in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, i can speak mandarin just a little bit. manager was shocked to hear me saying, "third row from the front" in mandarin. don't be shocked lah you ass. those china folks should understand English before coming to Singapore. grrrr geram nya akuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was crazeeeeeeeeeeeee! I wonder why they don't go visiting and why they are not wearing their traditional costumes when i think its really pretty. two out of hundred wore cheongsam and the rest of ninety-two wore the so-called trendy outfit. And whyyyyyy don't they go for visiting? They choose to watch the movies rather go for visiting. They are so different from us malays. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of work. I will be continuing work on Saturday. I need the rest from five days of working long hours and from those idiots. I can put my alarm clock far far far away from me. the alarm clock have been faithful to me these five days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've watched "Bride Wars" starring Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway. It was gooooooooooooooooooood. Its best to watch it with your best friend. I watched with two of my colleagues. I just love it. you still need your best friend eventho you and her are enemies. i love it. you gotta catch this movie. my ratings will be eight out of ten. Go catch it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SX9RdPIjIwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WBXYzr4a8fg/s320/bridewars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the midst of planning an outing for my colleagues this 30th. Movies, karaoke and sheesha was in the plan. But after much pondering with a few of them, they decide on going to ECP just to sit and feel breeze and go cycling or roller blade or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bermandi-manda di laut&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we would go for dinner at some corner of ECP. This should be fun after working on CNY. I can't wait!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing gossip girl and rona roni makaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps; Mr N, thanks a million :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6216645858544958488?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6216645858544958488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6216645858544958488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-stereo-show-lenka-what-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SX9RdPIjIwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WBXYzr4a8fg/s72-c/bridewars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6159088564074258577</id><published>2009-01-20T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:19:37.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Halo - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww i love CHUCK BASS!! He is so sweet. He is a good boy now. Seriously, I can't wait for episode 17, if there is. Oh wait, next week don't have. The tv station skip a week. This is torture. Real torture. I so cannot wait laaaaaaa. Please let 2nd Feb come quick. Pleeeeeaaasseeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SXXj_V5w2fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/45HpkGCk4ak/s320/on-set-pics-gossip-girl-3486044-423-629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Serena's hair. I can't find any pictures of her in this episode just yet. I tried to do it with my own hair. But.......nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is doing good. After babbling (read: complaint) it to some of my friends about how my internet sucks, it goes as better than ever. Download ep 16 within 30 minutes. That's a wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wow is my tagboard seems to be dead ehh? Nobody read my blog is it? :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak kesah lah. &lt;/span&gt;Well, i'm not a popular blogger unlike some people. I don't go tag other bloggers on how their boyfriends are sweet as sugar or their daughter is all sweet and cute or share the same date for anniversaries or whatnots. I am not saying anyone here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang tua kata, sesiapa yang makan cili, dia terasa pedas.&lt;/span&gt; This is what I noticed when I blog-hop to other bloggers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saja je nak banyak kan link agaknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok I should stop bitching about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I want to episode 16 again and at the same time, convert it to mp4 so i can watch in my ipod also. And I need to check on my handphone. Its been quiet ever since I reached home. Oh where did i put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one month to someone! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youknowyouloveme,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: i am feeling red this week. so spare me some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;pps: go Barack Obama! yes, you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6159088564074258577?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6159088564074258577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6159088564074258577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-stereo-halo-beyonce-awwwwww-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SXXj_V5w2fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/45HpkGCk4ak/s72-c/on-set-pics-gossip-girl-3486044-423-629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1044073163247637009</id><published>2009-01-16T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:21:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Diva - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riigggghhhttt. Gosh this blog is so boring to the max. I have nothing in particular to update. No special celebrations, no meetups with favourite girlies. My life is and was packed with work and school. Nothing new. I get to work most of the days in a week, Alhamdulillah. I can't find the time to find for another job. School is doing good, Alhamdulillah. I just had phase test yesterday which I think it was pretty easy. I was stuck at first but I managed to do it. Good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'The Haunting of Molly Hartley' just now after work. The story line was same old, same old. It was reeeaaaalllyyy boring and nonsense. I watched it because of Chace Crawford. Oh yes that drop dead handsome Nate Archibald!!! I was practically drooling when I first saw him in GG. I love his smile, his pretty blue eyes and everything about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SXCqMTL2O0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/P5XUa5bENOY/s320/chace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SXCr8rECPiI/AAAAAAAAAWk/x8cNlJFw02E/s320/chace_crawford.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I am so crazy about this Chace Crawford. Handsome kannnnnnnnnnnnn? I can't seem to download Episode 15. I tried since Tuesday and my internet connection sucks big time these few days. I have no idea why. Cannot be I skipped one month of not paying the bill right???? Cannot be. That shouldn't be the problem lor. What seems to be the problem ah? Basket. I can't surf the net in peace. geramsss!! This is consider lucky that I can at least update a decent post. Just have to wait for few minutes later, the internet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat hal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, CNY is coming. And the company being a good ass is going to bring forward the pay. I can't wait, i can't wait, i can't wait. I am so so so dead broke. So dead broke that I have to dig my bank in my locker for my break. Buruk kan? Ok lah not that bad. I am only exaggerating. :D I seriously cannot wait lor.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: to Aslinah, since when you privatize your blog? invite me laaaaaa! i'm so hurt lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1044073163247637009?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1044073163247637009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1044073163247637009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-stereo-diva-beyonce-riigggghhhttt.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SXCqMTL2O0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/P5XUa5bENOY/s72-c/chace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1078625021002875673</id><published>2009-01-07T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:01:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ljcmt2839543"&gt;In stereo: About You Now - Sugababes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this at Livejournal. A corner for Muslim girls to pour out or ask anything about anything. This paragraph I took was about about "Is it a requirement in Islam to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The benefits of marriage are many. They include: protecting one’s religion and helping one to adhere to it; protecting and taking care of women; and producing offspring and increasing the ranks of the ummah, thus achieving the pride of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him), etc. [Translator’s note: there is a hadeeth which indicates that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) will feel proud of the large numbers of his ummah in the Hereafter, so Muslims are encouraged to marry and have many children.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It should now be clear that the benefits of marriage are many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No wise Muslim woman would hesitate to get married&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, especially if an offer of marriage comes from a person who is strongly committed to Islam and is possessed of a good character and morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok girls, marry someone who is commited to Islam and  is possessed of a good character and morals. Not based on looks or popularity or what vehicle they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo gossip girl episode 14 is finally back. After weeks of waiting, the series is going to get more bitchier than ever. I rushed back home from Clementi just to watch this. In class, I checked the website which provides links for the new episodes, when I saw episode 14 I was giddy with anticipation. Blair gets naughty with Chuck's handsome uncle, Jack Bass. If my uncle is handsome as Chuck's uncle, I am a proud niece. Hahaha. You know what I heard, Georgina will be back. I hope she get bitchier. I seriously cannot wait for episode 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1078625021002875673?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1078625021002875673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1078625021002875673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-stereo-about-you-now-sugababes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3548959987178451390</id><published>2009-01-05T14:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:11:23.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first post for the year 2009. How was everybody's new year eve celebrations? It's already the fifth day of 2009. I still don't feel the New Year. It's just the year and date have changed. I still feel the same. Whatever it is, I still want to achieve my whatever resolutions I've made for this year. Insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend that I don't really fancy going for any countdowns. Actually I go for it because of the gang I'm going with. The fireworks don't matter. It's just the company that I enjoyed. While waiting for the fireworks, we talked and eat and someone needs to be home before the clock strike 12. And that's where the boring part. Someone needs to be home before 12. Boring kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for countdown with my Madrasah classmates. This time the planner wasn't me, it was Aqilah and whaddya know, the planner didn't turn up. So its just Sumarni, Ita, Pipi and her *ahem* and myself. Small group compared to the previous outing. But I truly enjoyed the late nights finding for a bloody cab. Pipi had to leave because of parental reasons. She was sad and so was everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly enjoyed the fireworks altho it was just the three of us. I really cannot wait for the next outing. If the planner is reading this, FUAD, PLAN IT QUICK! (: And I really hope that EVERYONE could make it. I was quite pissed when some of them back out at the very last minute. School, work and other reasons. Let it be bygones yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWGzLZEYk_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_6cnKTqtZP0/s320/DSCF2016A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG0LOTpllI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jcBf-xs_SMg/s320/DSCF1998a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG0Kq_p6DI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9yPReBG4Ll0/s320/DSCF1992A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were covered by the tree but it was lucky enough that we could actually see it. So that explains why you could see the trees. I have a video of the fireworks and that is final part and its the best to summaries the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_fHTFxAlDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_fHTFxAlDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know uploading the video using blogger gonna take a long time. I gave up on waiting and proceed uploading at youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherifah's&lt;/span&gt; turned twenty-one on the 3rd of January. I was invited for their chalet. It was fun. The birthday cake is the best. They got sabor-ed by each other. Cute or whaatt? Before going for the chalet, I met Murni at town to find a gift for Hera. We bought for flip flops at New Urban Male. It was nice and we really thought it suits her. After that proceed to Bugis Street to buy dress for the chalet. I was heard the girls wanted to wear dresses. And we end up buying maxi dress which cost us $27 each. It was nice. After buying the dress, we quickly proceed to the toilet to change. Hah tak sabar betul.. First maxi dress for the both of us. Kecohhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG9oppt3PI/AAAAAAAAAV0/v3r3lI2IDTg/s320/DSCF2017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are from Hirin's multiply. I didn't take any pictures eventhough I brought my camera along. Hirin and Murni took out their camera so I was being lazy panzy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG62-MNzfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/crQJK0BOINY/s400/Picture-205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG62ziecvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2pDMGLR4CZs/s400/Picture-203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG62WxSe5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/WFBo22pQtoE/s400/Picture-179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG62DWduTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Oj9aShbckiY/s400/Picture-166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWG611Jj_mI/AAAAAAAAAVM/KQa7b_YBPzI/s400/Picture-189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I spent my new year's. Have a rocking year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to night schooling tonight. Shuuccckkss! No more working late. Say hello to morning shifts. Dayyuummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3548959987178451390?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3548959987178451390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3548959987178451390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-stereo-ok-first-post-for-year-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SWGzLZEYk_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_6cnKTqtZP0/s72-c/DSCF2016A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7391646926232743225</id><published>2008-12-30T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:40:28.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of Hijrah Year Doa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All praises be to Allah, Lord of all Universe. Praises be to Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), his family and his companions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Allah, we raise our hands to You during the day and night and we seek generosity of Your Bountiful wealth through Your beautiful names and at this time when we are deeply in love for You and all love that projects your Greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Allah. The new year is near as how you had planned it be as qada' and qadar in Loh Mahfuz. As your creation who constantly seeks your blessings; the coming of the new year has given us yet another opportunity to raise our hands in prayer asking for Your Mercy. We seek only from You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We seek your continued guidance and knowledge just like how you have guided us throughout our lifetime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You have perfected our life and livelihood with your bountiful provisions. Please make us, our hearts as well as our physique strong just like how you have given strength to those whom you have chosen. Through this strength, we hope it guards us against ill doings be it physically or spiritually. Oh Allah All-Mighty, we implore to you to grant us intellectual strength, peace, strength in our confidence, steadfastness in upholding our religion and goodness for ourselves and those amongst us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Allah, please protect us from anything that troubles us, thoughts that confuses us, experience that saddesn us and narrows our hearts. Please safeguard us from all ill doings, harm and confusion. Oh Allah, we seek Your Bounty to give what we have sought for. Oh Allah, Lord of those who gives assistance, please help us. Oh Protector of all harm, please protect us from harm and turmoil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most Gracious, Most Merciful, please open this new year with success, peace for us and all Muslim brothers who are working in Your Cause. Please make the coming years with beautiful experience so that we can taste the nikmah in living. Let us be the happiest people with You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh Allah, please forgive us for all our wrongdoings and please accept our good deeds. Please bless our actions and how we spend our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Allah, please protect our country from harm. Please eradicate any source that may disrupt our peacefulness. Please help us to maintain our country's peace and progress in your blessings, Lord of All Mighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace and blessings to Prophet Muhammad saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this very meaningful. My favorite LJ-ian put this in her recent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have resolutions for 1430H. I put this resolutions to priority instead of the 2009 resolutions. What are the resolutions? Let's keep it within myself, shall we? Whatever my resolutions for 1429H were last year, it did not accomplished. I must accomplish it this year. ITS A MUST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies aye? I can't say its a good year nor a bad year. It was so-so. Whatever it is, may 1430H and 2009 bring us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave small thing small. Do                     not make a major issue of small matters. Be more                     compassionate, less confrontational. Let's all make a                     resolution that we will genuinely be more loving, more                     respectful, more accommodating, less hurtful, less                     demeaning, and less confrontational. Let's put our house in                     order, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beginning with our relationships with our family                     members at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time is an amaanah                     (trust); what we do with time is what we do with our lives.&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/18272154-7391646926232743225?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7391646926232743225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7391646926232743225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-jason-mraz-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2883875955866682260</id><published>2008-12-29T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:23:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: thinking of you - kate perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tahun baru Islam, y'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing turned out good. I am good planner after all! The pictures are up at multiply already. I am still waiting for other pictures from two (or three) cameras. Next outing will be K-A-R-A-O-K-E! Can't wait! Book van eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin's wedding was smooth sailing. Alhamdulillah. I am still editing the pictures. I will upload it here one of the days I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SVe1OFGsFqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WKVoE_ZXdck/s320/DSCF1951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very paparazzi picture I managed to snap. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2883875955866682260?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2883875955866682260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2883875955866682260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-ting-tings-selamat-tahun-baru.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SVe1OFGsFqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WKVoE_ZXdck/s72-c/DSCF1951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8839449558348546024</id><published>2008-12-25T02:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:25:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: broken strings - james morrison ft nelly furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog-hopping a few moments ago and I encountered this article from another blogger about saying Insya Allah. Please click the link: &lt;a href="http://adikbongsu.wordpress.com/2008/09/12/insyaallah/" target="_blank"&gt;http://adikbongsu.wordpress.com/2008/09/12/insyaallah/&lt;/a&gt; Moral of the story is, do not ever forget to say Insya Allah whenever you intend to do or buy something. Sometimes I failed saying Insya Allah and when the thing happen didn't go as planned, I will regret, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, my all dear bloggers! Ho ho ho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve of Christmas was so busy bumble bee. Every show was full house. Torturing lor. Today will be another busy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pubric&lt;/span&gt;(public) holiday. And double pay, woohoo!!! I just have to endure those pain in the ass people. My minyak kapak and panadol will be my companion later. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday's outing with my Madrasah peeps is confirmed. I booked al-majlis yesterday when I was working. Multi-tasking lah. (yeah, right!) The number of people is not confirmed yet tho. And I think my down graded Motorola V3 is giving me problems. I smsed six people and only one responded me. And my friend sent me some contact numbers which I asked for but I didn't get it. Eh apa daaa? Can't say its the telephone line right, then why I can call al-majlis to book? Stupid handphone. I want Sony Ericsson. Pleeeaasssseeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a new phone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone wants to sponsor me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working in 10 hours time. My beloved bed and beloved pillows are calling. I shall meet up with them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I've watched "Bedtime Stories" after work yesterday. I personally like it. Anything got to do with Mr Adam Sandler, i love it. I just love him!! I am recommending this movie to all of you out there. I'm sure by the time the movie ended, you will agree with me. So go watch it okayye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SVKBQxQrVYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9Qa1InA-aVw/s1600-h/bedtimestories_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SVKBQxQrVYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9Qa1InA-aVw/s320/bedtimestories_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427437960189314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I am excited for my cousin's wedding this coming weekend. I don't know why. Haha siao ting tong. Let's see, the last wedding I've been was on April 2008 and that was another cousin of mine. Well I don't usually get invites for wedding as I do not have much friends. Sad eh but I'm ok with not having too much friends. If not, don't know which one to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever it is, I am content with the friends I've got. Altho some are pain in the ass behavior, i still regard them as friends. there's a saying, keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer. Something like that lah. Enough with the historical quotes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my planned outing will go smoothly and everyone will enjoy the outing. Insya Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indeed never underestimate the power of du’a.  Allah gives us the illness and only with His will do the illness get cured.  Subhanallah!!! - took from &lt;a href="http://adikbongsu.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://adikbongsu.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8839449558348546024?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8839449558348546024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8839449558348546024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-broken-strings-james-morrison.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SVKBQxQrVYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9Qa1InA-aVw/s72-c/bedtimestories_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-9150340145273188560</id><published>2008-12-21T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:25:59.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: In the end - Kat DeLuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is damn annoying lah. I keep receiving comments about some woman posing almost naked and messages contain a video link that has my sexy ass in it. So freaking annoying lor. Waste my email space only. I feel like deleting that account but it will be a waste. I'll see how it goes for the next few days. If this thing still go on, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sah aku nak delete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home from KL at 5pm today. It was super duper fun. I didn't shop that much as nothing caught my eyes. But as for food, plenty of it caught my eyes, my nose and my tummy. Buuuuuttt, I regretted not buying a watch because my *Adidas watch, one of the button went missing as I was on the way home to Singapore. Macam *_ _ _ _* Please help yourself on filling in the blanks. Ugh, i am so mad siaa. Pictures will be up on my multiply not anytime soon. Wake up damn early for the past three days. Tomorrow off. Alhamdulillah. So this means I can wake late. Yeehah! Heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was fun. Next weekend, my cousin's wedding affair. First week of January weekend is someone's birthday chalet.*hint hint* hows the planning going uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I want to rendam(soak) my dirty smelly clothes in the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, who is going to win? Singapore or Vietnam? It will be a shame if Singapore lose. Home gound somemore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noh Alam Shah macam matrep ehh with the golden hair. Dah jadi golden monkey.&lt;/span&gt; Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau eh, Mawi's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nikah&lt;/span&gt; was live on tv. I found a link containing a channel of their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nikah&lt;/span&gt;. Just one word, WOW! Over siak! I just want to laugh out loud lah. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-9150340145273188560?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9150340145273188560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9150340145273188560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-decode-paramore-friendster-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1675154478209335033</id><published>2008-12-15T03:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:45:34.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: she will be loved - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no freaking idea why all the online dramas I'm watching will only be back on the first week of January 2009. Gossip Girl, Ugly Betty and Desperate Housewives. Like what the hell. And yes I watch Desperate Housewives for boring purposes. Teehee :D My life is going to be dull and plain without Gossip Girl. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't working on Sunday and I thought my Sunday will be a dull one. Fortunately, meet up with my favorite bunch of girlies. It was a impromptu plan. It was plan on 14th December itself at 1 some-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; AM. It was so last minute. Thank god i'm not working. Last minute is our thang, baby! Initial plan going to Chinatown Flea Market, then si Hera said the weather made her so lazy to go out. I agreed with her too. It was raining the whole afternoon lor. And I was lazier than ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first one to arrive, as always. Dorang queen bees ah. So visited Kinokuniya while waiting for Ateng and Siti, and also waited for Hirin to finish work. I'm used to being alone. As long as I have a book to read or give me a book store so i can browse for new books. Yeah, I'm fine with it. Kental pe aku! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Mcdonalds and after that we headed to Henderson Waves. It was the first time going there by public transport. I went there once with a friend who drives. We were actually clueless on how we are going to get there. I was so confident that we could go there by Harbourfront. I thought it would nearer. I was wrong. We got there safely. When we saw the staircase, it was….speechless. There was four parts and the steps are steep. We had breathing difficulties. Haha. Sapa tak siak? Breathless indeed. Once we reached at the top, we were thankful. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took few minutes to rest after all the climbing up the stairs. Took a couple of pictures. It was drizzling so it was kinda hard to take pictures with our digital camera. Kan precious. Bebual merepek and talked about Hera's 21st birthday chalet themes. Hera, Hirin and myself stayed longer than the other four. It was good. We made the place as if it was ours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm starting to feel this post is getting dull than ever. Right? Now i will let the pictures do the talking, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVVpiVSTsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Cun4aOWKbMQ/s320/DSCF1660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVVpGIgLQI/AAAAAAAAATs/8G5ybkcc1Y8/s320/DSCF1655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVVoYrRkvI/AAAAAAAAATk/_r28OCp8GSE/s320/DSCF1651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVWqCxxXtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Ll3QjZTqu1c/s320/DSCF1686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVWp6ftTdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/779s5CnXzJs/s320/DSCF1682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVWpscjgrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rn4z7MyEuBE/s320/DSCF1677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVVq9bXSyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/StpmSJBaaHk/s320/DSCF1676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVVqW1xVaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OoV19MIBpRQ/s320/DSCF1665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never fail to make my Sunday brighter! Nice, girlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agenda for today is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OperationCleanGerobok&lt;/span&gt; - thanks to a LJ-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ian&lt;/span&gt;(Atikah Amalina) who invented this word. Haha! Yes I must clean that gerobok of mine. What's with girls having messy gerobok eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR MORE DAYS TO KL TRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1675154478209335033?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1675154478209335033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1675154478209335033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-she-will-be-loved-maroon-5-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SUVVpiVSTsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Cun4aOWKbMQ/s72-c/DSCF1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5710055222917994804</id><published>2008-12-12T19:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:13:08.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Demi Cinta - Kerispatih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to cemetery earlier today with 2 of my friends. The weather was good, sunny. I expected to rain since it is the monsoon season now and yesterday was raining in the afternoon. The 2 friends live in east and north, since i lived in the west, I was the weather forecast person. I was sleeping when they called to check the weather. Orang tengah sedap-sedap tidur, ada je orang lain kacau. Tsk. It was time to wake up anyway. I keep saying to myself, "five more minutes" and the next five minutes was "five more minutes". Hahaha. Procrastinating. They called at 9.30am and the "five more minutes" leads to 10am. And yes baby, I was late. As always. Meeting time was 11am. I reached CCK at 1120am. Oh thank you very much! ((: Well at least I wasn't two hours late right..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot sia. Must have to endure the weather. One friend visited her late dad's. Other one friend visited her late dad's and late grandmother's. As for myself, I visited four. My late grandfather's on my mother side, my late grandmother's from my father's side, my first late uncle and first late auntie my father's siblings. It was a pleasant visit. Cleaned up their places, watered and sprinkled nice smelling flowers. Our feets macam nak putus from all the walking. Macam 2.4km run pun ada. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, proceed to Jurong Point to have our lunch. Before that, bought tickets to Bolt. Bolt was so boring. I slept at some parts. Its about this dog who thinks it is the real super hero. When it got out from the hollywood life, its adventure as real dog begins. Dogs are just so stupid. Cats are genius, super genius. Just like my beloved cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father talks to my cat as if he was talking to a human baby. I swear he does. He asked the cat, "makan apa, buat apa satu hari" etc. Macam lah kucing tu boleh answer balik. Ish ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am working. Ahhhh finally after five freaking days of doing-nothing but just rot at home or merayap. I am so happy. Ooooooweeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIPI, I WANT AYAM PENYET OR BAKSO FROM JAKARTA! lol&lt;br /&gt;boleh eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5710055222917994804?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5710055222917994804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5710055222917994804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-i-went-to-cemetery-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5466271903427494836</id><published>2008-12-12T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:10:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go nuts when I saw gossip girl icons at livejournal. I go all hyper on it. I saved each and every icons I saw. I am so crazy about gossip girl. Only gossip girl make me happy. Yes lah dey, only gg. No one else could make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only day in the week  I look forward is Tuesday. On Tuesday, new gossip girl episode will come out. I have to wait a month for the next episode. Pipi, can you believe this????? This is torture. Please agree with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do when there is no gg next, the following, the following following Tuesday?? I think I'm gonna be miserable. I could be recap my season 1(again!!!) and season 2, episode one to episode thirteen. Maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've survived eight weeks of school so far. Next Monday onwards, my three weeks holiday will start!!! Woohhooooo! I hope I get more shifts as I can work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN MORE DAYS TO KL TRIP, BABY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5466271903427494836?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5466271903427494836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5466271903427494836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-nickelback-i-go-nuts-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2004103268183789406</id><published>2008-12-10T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:34.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Superwoman - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the midst of planning a gathering for my madrasah classmates. I've made a list of "Yay" and "Nay". I've emailed them to RSVP the invite/plan/whatever-it-is. Its on the 26th December. Hope everyone can make it. Only eight(including myself) have responded out of thirteen people. So got five more. Insya-Allah, this gathering will be a bombastic outing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at planning, well that is what I think. This could prove me wrong. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I am bloody jobless when I have a pathetic job which doesn't pay much. I'm really sick and tired with the environment. Only the management. Other staffs are OK, altho a few of them are plainly pain the ass people. I've send out my resume to several companies or job agencies for the last few months. I almost give up on finding jobs. Almost. I cannot give up in life. Life must go on no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be working tomorrow and Friday. Citot! Aku depress. Aku stress. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya Allah, please guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I neglected Your wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but please help me, Ya Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my Savior, All-Knowing, The Merciful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everywhere I'm turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing seems complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I stand up and I'm searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For the better part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hang my head from sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Slave to humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wear it on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gotta find the strength in me&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/18272154-2004103268183789406?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2004103268183789406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2004103268183789406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-superwoman-alicia-keys-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7823179717926431270</id><published>2008-12-10T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:07:03.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Wonderful World - James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Muallaf yesterday when I was suppose to study for Computing Mathematics. It was worth the time and the money. I took down the numbers when Rohana say it in several scenes. The story moved me by how beautiful the verses are in Holy Al-Quran. By the love of a sister, daughter and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired and encouraged to know more about the meanings of Al-Quran. I'm in the middle of understanding in Al-Baqarah, second surah in Holy Al-Quran. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait, if I recite in the website instead of real Al-Quran, is it OK? &lt;/span&gt;All this while when I was reading or ngaji, I just read without knowing what is the meaning of that certain surah. I almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katam&lt;/span&gt; when the nenek ngaji moved to CCK or somewhere in Singapore which I can't remember. And that was what.........4 years ago? Somehow I need to continue reading it. I can't possibly stop just because nenek ngaji moved. Its been 4 freaking years lah. Its all rusty and I stuttered when I started reading last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also encouraged to perform daily prayers which I've neglected after Ramadhan. Bad, bad, bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more weekly madrasah for me. Finally graduated from a mosque where I spent my life since I was primary 2. I will miss the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uztazahs&lt;/span&gt; though. Their exciting stories, their nagging and loads more. I will miss going to the mosque every Sunday morning. I will miss bitching (oopppsss) with my dear classmates. Basically I will miss all of the things I've done for the last 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is many more to learn. I gotta learn on my own. The thick Fiqh book is only 1/4 covered. How about another 3/4?? Told you it was still a lot to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have new resolution for 2009. I will keep it to myself first. I don't remember what was my resolution for 2008. I hope I can fulfill my resolutions for 2009. Insya-Allah. Can't believe 2008 is coming to its end. Resolutions for 2008 is not even done, and now we gotta make resolutions for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE DAYS TO KL TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7823179717926431270?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7823179717926431270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7823179717926431270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-wonderful-world-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2747812379479079034</id><published>2008-12-06T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:55:19.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Miles Away - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure out why the hell Shah Rukh Khan received the tittle "datuk" when he doesn't even do anything for Malaysia Film Industry. Can someone bang that person who gave the tittle to him on the head!! Datuk Shah Rukh Khan wore a traditional malay baju kurung with a kain samping which cost RM3000. Is this insane or what? Can someone slap me in the face???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he do not have slightest idea why he received the award. I hope he does thinks like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch "Muallaf" badly. I was reading Yasmin Ahmad, the director's blog. About the movie and the reviews. Some of my friends who have watched gave me good reviews about the movie. I wanna watch it. Anyone want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STp5ICsHqoI/AAAAAAAAASw/mDQw3zrZsT4/s320/1585227510_4157c73e14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just woke up from a fuzzy dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You never would believe those things that I had seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I looked in the mirror and I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You looked right through me, you were miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All my dreams they fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you could see me the way you see yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't pretend to be someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You always love me more, miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hear it in your voice, we're miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not afraid to tell me, miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I guess we're at our best when we're miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blogging tomorrow because I am working till midnight. Its been eons, you know. Many things happen at work. *sighing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, Salam Aidiladha everyone! Enjoys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2747812379479079034?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2747812379479079034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2747812379479079034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-this-is-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STp5ICsHqoI/AAAAAAAAASw/mDQw3zrZsT4/s72-c/1585227510_4157c73e14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4683399177496790250</id><published>2008-12-04T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:34:58.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Hanya Kau Yang Mampu - Aizat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am having some cravings here. Please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;very chewy brownie. i only like kak mas's hand-made brownie. i really need it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pizza hut - their soup of the day. their garlic bread.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;popeyes buttermilk biscuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok that's all for now. I really need the brownies. I am finding recipes for the brownies. I want make my own brownies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good news. My KL trip is confirmed. My cousin is getting married on the 28th this month. My father said yes. My mom said yes. Oh best! I can't wait for it. I want to go Batam with my girlies. Around this month. Could be before or after my trip. Still on planning mode tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not working since Wednesday till tomorrow. This is just pure madness. I really feel like killing them. I want to throw rocks and stones to them. I've been waking up late these days. And I don't like it. I really need a job ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so jobless. No money. Ugrh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gg so much. That is the only thing I am content with now. The thought of gg make me all excited. Haha siao ting tong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4683399177496790250?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4683399177496790250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4683399177496790250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-stereo-hanya-kau-yang-mampu-aizat-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6165195220820055395</id><published>2008-11-30T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:04:59.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know how to put this in words. i am having difficulties writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Let's say you and your boyfriend have been together for three years and you both always feel in love every time you see each other. Then one fine day, your boyfriend came back from holiday or studying abroad for about a year and wants to meet all of a sudden. When he was late for the meeting he planned, he came and drop the bomb shell by saying, "I met someone else and I think she is the one for me. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could the boyfriend do that? I mean he knows the girlfriend way better than the third party. How could he? Suddenly met someone new and instantly say she is the one.  Like wtf!! How could he possibly change his heart just like that? And the worst thing is, the girlfriend's heart goes out to him whole heartedly. And the girlfriend thought that her boyfriend is the one for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for my friend. And I also feel that she is a bit naive to think that her boyfriend was the one for her. If she is reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well babe, life has to move on. Without him, you will be so much better. My heart goes out to you as a friend. Anytime you need a shoulder to cry on or a laughter, please call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there I've said. Akhirnya this thing terkeluar dari kepala otak aku yang pandai nih. Hahaha. Seriously I have difficulties writing this one. Quite emotional. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youknowyouloveme&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6165195220820055395?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6165195220820055395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6165195220820055395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-know-how-to-put-this-in-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3264194179175360365</id><published>2008-11-30T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:33:08.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Penantian - Black Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my current song hor! I know its jiwang, kental and old song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for my cousin at clementi mrt bus stop yesterday when a group of china-lings invaded the bus stop with so much noise macam bus stop tu mak bapak dorang bikin. I was annoyed. I was listening to my ipod and I can still hear their loud thunder voices. I feel like screaming at them to keep quiet. I am still annoyed eventho it was yesterday's incident. Did anyone noticed that they are taking over everything here? Like jobs for instance. All fast-food restaurants have them. At my place have 3 of them. I heard they are taking more of them. I am so annoyed. THIS IS SINGAPORE!!!!! NOT CHINA! We Singaporeans are out of jobs. Menyibuk aje. Paying them is so much cheaper. A full time job will get around $1200 for a Singaporean. For china people, that $1200 can pay 2 china-lings. They are cheapos. I seriously loathe them! Gerams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going KL on the 19th, 21st and 22nd of December. And I think my cousin's wedding is that weekend. My friend's sister-in-law bought the tickets already. Why oh why is it like this? I don't know which event i should go. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Nona at TV3 just now. About Ashraf Sinclair and Bunga Citra Lestari. Their wedding in Malaysia. Oh I love their wedding can???? Ashraf is handsome and BCL is pretty. Perfect-o! They are so so so so so so so so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! They are so in-love! Ok aku jealous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STI4L0fToXI/AAAAAAAAASM/nRWyW485rLg/s1600-h/t9zy0lvojkhbbshq197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STI4L0fToXI/AAAAAAAAASM/nRWyW485rLg/s320/t9zy0lvojkhbbshq197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274339889323942258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STI4Ljbom-I/AAAAAAAAASE/lVlV-d6iLLY/s1600-h/z7t29w160ox4o095mjv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STI4Ljbom-I/AAAAAAAAASE/lVlV-d6iLLY/s320/z7t29w160ox4o095mjv4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274339884745137122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to get ready to meet my favourite girlies for Murni's 20th birthday bash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20TH, SITI MURNI BINTE ATAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm waiting for your nasi-minyak. (which is two more years!!!,=))&lt;br /&gt;see you later alligator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to everyone, enjoy your Sunday while you still can. Enjoys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let November end, and bring on the month of December. (can u believe it that 2008 is ending soon????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3264194179175360365?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3264194179175360365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3264194179175360365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-penantian-black-rose-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STI4L0fToXI/AAAAAAAAASM/nRWyW485rLg/s72-c/t9zy0lvojkhbbshq197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3508183026956618818</id><published>2008-11-27T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:41:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Karma - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS PAY DAY!! The only day i look forward in every month! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending an hour and a half on this new skin, i am so f*cking done with it. Its plain, i know. I'm working on a brighter color. If all white, it will be so damn plain lah. This grey-ish is so dull. What color should i put??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is going KL later in the evening. And I swear I do not want to take care grey. I really don't want to take care of him. His food and his shits. Oh goodness! I regret requested early for Saturday. I wanted to work midnight shift. Ahhhhh I regret it. Every minute of it. I'm not working later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been not working since Monday to Thursday. Like what the fish. I requested as per normal. I think my manager hates me. Now is the time to find a job.SERIOUSLY.  I am so angry at them. I could kill them if there is no law. I think if there is no law, everybody is dead by now. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had an off day. Wanted to watch Body of Lies, suddenly the body says, "no movies today". Not in mood, so to speak. Went to Bugis instead to window shop. Instead, I bought a black knee-length skirt from Bugis Street and a jacket from Dorothy Perkins. I saw the bohemian skirt shop and told my friend, "please don't make me go there or I will buy something from there as well!"  Its not pay day yet. Its today. So pre pay day shopping! It was bad. Agenda for today was just to look around. Bad, bad, bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my plans for later, watch Four Christmases, ALONE then go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, maybe going Sentosa, if Mr. Rain decided to take a day off and if Mr. Sun is not too sunny.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, working. Anyone who wants to go merayap on a Satuday night? Please free to call me.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Murni's big 2-0 and meet up with my dear girlies.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, only Allah will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please let me work on Monday. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb, don't be sad about your bike! She will be fine, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3508183026956618818?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3508183026956618818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3508183026956618818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-karma-alicia-keys-its-pay-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2234231856522216455</id><published>2008-11-25T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:55:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Gubrak - Intan Nuraini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Ria a minute ago and there is many new nonsense songs. More and more songs about a girls name like Zakiah, Farhana, Laila. Are they out of song titles and they have to use a girl's name? Macam merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night while chatting with my friends and studying for my online test, I was tuning to Ria at the same time to listen to Misteri Jam 12. My brother wanted to listen to it. My oh my, the stories is so spooky. In the midst of that program, the DJ will play some songs. I was laughing my ass off when I heard Amuk sang some dondang sayang in Rock. Like wtf. It was the second time i heard it  but different song title. Merepek gila babs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia music rocks to the maximum. I love their music. In my ipod, alot of indonesia songs than malaysia songs.  I can't say all Malaysia music are nonsense. Some of the music are nice to listen. Just nice. No dondang sayang in Rock, no a girl's name in a song title etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what Gubrak means? Tell me please. The song is catchy. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week no gossip girl!! Aaaarrrggghhhh! Got to wait next week. Its a torture. So this means I can study for my upcoming tests. Urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2234231856522216455?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2234231856522216455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2234231856522216455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-gubrak-intan-nuraini-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4995812729384444291</id><published>2008-11-21T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:32:11.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: That thing you do - The wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to my current stereo for the last 30 minutes. (: I also listened to Nsync's version of "that thing you do" and i fell in love with it. Yeah so move on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Sisterhood and the Traveling Pants 2!!! Such a waste the movie didn't show it in Singapore. I love the first movie. I love the book. I love the sisterhood. Its all about friendship. I really love it. Same obsession as Gossip Girl but Gossip Girl is my worst addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading Gossip Girl before the series was out, I always thought Serena Van Der Woodsen would be Blake Lively. The description in the book was tall, blondie and pretty. So yeah, she totally fit in. So whenever I read the book, I will imagine her as Serena Van Der Woodsen. So now she is Serena. I was so happy when I watch the series. Woooo I can predict. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to watch the second movie. I found a link to watch it. I will find some time to watch. Maybe tomorrow!!!!!!! Yeehahhhh! Kan dah excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1.30am and I'm hungry. I better go and sleep before I go to the kitchen and find some junk food which is bad. Gotta wake up early later. In 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ciao. ok wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youknowyouloveme&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4995812729384444291?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4995812729384444291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4995812729384444291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-that-thing-you-do-wonders-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7565365159158884385</id><published>2008-11-16T00:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:27:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Sometimes - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Britney Spears songs. Baby, one more time and many more. Those songs were from my primary 5 and primary 6 era. I love Britney herself when she was with Justin Timberlake. I always thought they were most prefect couple on earth. Perfect kebabai.. That was back then. Now that she is back with nice and catchy songs. But I still think they are perfect for each other. Ok move on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 online test to do. I have to retake another test again because i failed the previous. Each chapter is so long and draggy. I hate it. My internet kinda sucks these days. I really hate it. Argh malas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working later. Its been eons since i worked on a weekend. Saturday and Sunday. I usually work monday to friday. Nak feeling office hours lah konon. Heh! The reactions from my colleagues are priceless. They were saying, "eh kau keje? patut lah hujan lebat!" That was last Sunday. Merepek siak colleague. And my manager asks, "you got no class ah today?".  So I made a comeback on working on a weekend. To earn more moolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta find time to study and do my tests. So on Monday is my off day, movie marathon is canceled. Due to test. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was fine, I guess. No mega celebrations. Didn't watch Madagascar with the colleagues. Some major breakdown. But I watched it anyway. Not alone, with a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say THANK YOU to all my friends who wished me by sms, msn, through blogs(lina) and also through my tagboard. Thanks many many eh. May Allah bless you guys and girls! Loveyoupeoplelah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want to introduce to you people to my boyfriend. His name is Ferosha Gray Fierce. Handsome eh nama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SR8AnsHTI5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/lCZc8_lVywM/s320/DSCF1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SR8AnWcM75I/AAAAAAAAAR0/xSvxzLUwv8E/s320/DSCF1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is soooooooo cute!!!! And he is naughty. That's why I love him. But aku malas nak jaga  dia. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm done showing  my new boyfriend. Yeah, a cat. Haha! A real man for once? Itu kena tunggu eh.. I don't like to show off my real boyfriend lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7565365159158884385?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7565365159158884385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7565365159158884385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-sometimes-britney-spears-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SR8AnsHTI5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/lCZc8_lVywM/s72-c/DSCF1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5642592527088457062</id><published>2008-11-13T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:37:57.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Another way to die - Alicia Keys &amp;amp; Jack White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for holiday!!!! A few of my friends are on holiday. I am so jealous. Jealous, jealous, jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am lonely. Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5642592527088457062?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5642592527088457062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5642592527088457062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-another-way-to-die-alicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6099648190027452984</id><published>2008-11-12T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:30:05.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Love Lockdown - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about gg episode 10 all i want to say is, SERVE YOU RIGHT LITTLE J! Very emotional eh. ;D This episode is also sungguh boring dot com. Aaron Rose is goddamn handsome. Very different character from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Quantum Of Solace on Monday, alone. Aaaaannndddd HSM 3. It was touching and the songs are nice. That's all. I'm not in love with Zac Efron or I wish I am pretty like Vanessa Hudgens or whatever the kids like about HSM. It was touching because its all about graduation and go to different colleges. They are going on their separate ways etc. Touching lah kan. But don't worry, this movie didn't make me all teary. Not worth my tears at all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask, why the heck I watch HSM3 when i don't even like it? I was having too much free time and also wait for my friends to finish work and head for school. so that explains it why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Lakeview Terrace, Nights in Rodanthe and Mama's boy. Maybe next Monday because that is my off day again. Of course I wouldn't miss Madagascar. I'm watching it this Friday with a bunch of monkeys aka colleagues. To celebrate my burstday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeessss, I was at ticketing box for the last two days and I encountered a number of people said, "condom of solace" and "solace of quantum". aper siak??!! are you stupid or what? I wanted to burst out laughing when i heard it. i laughed not because its funny, but because dorang bodoh teramat sekali. Yes, their stupidity. When they say such things, their faces was so confident as if it was the right pronounciation. itu namanya C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T tak bertempat. dah pandai sangat lah tu. After i heard it then i replied, "OH YOU MEAN QUANTUM OF SOLACE?" Haha. Muka budak tu terus berubah. Padan muka kau! The look of his face is bloody priceless siak. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, that concludes today's rant. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6099648190027452984?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6099648190027452984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6099648190027452984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-love-lockdown-kanye-west.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5743854430905351262</id><published>2008-11-04T22:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:26:21.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Tak Bisa Hidup Tanpamu  - D'masiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Singaporeans are kiasu and always think they are bloody right-type of people. What are the big signs for anyway? Why don't they use their eyes to look at the big freaking signs? What, are they too right to look at the signs? And why don't they listen with their freaking ears to what I am saying? Are they too right to listen? My goodness, Singaporeans!! I am a Singaporean, I am kiasu at times (read: at times only eh nizam!) and I swear I'm not like that. I look at the big signs and listen to what whoever is saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today's incident was about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say "last cinema on your right" please lah, don't ask me where is it!! Which part of "last cinema on your right" he do not understand. And his tone was very apek kiasu type. Sometimes, incidents like this, all I want to do is to shout at their filthy pervert faces. Seriously. Sabar, Amalina, sabar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These too right people can be anybody. Be it Chinese, Malay, Indians or even Ang-Mohs. KL's are the most irritating people on this earth. KL tu aperr? Go figure. Tak makan saman punya orang. Small little things they can complain. Like what the fish?!?! Although sometimes it was their fault for causing so much trouble and we have bear to cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer service is a job for those who are really patient. My patience is running low throughtout a year and 6 months. I don't how long it will last. Be it with this job and with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my Mozilla is so slow nak mampos. I deleted my cookies, cache, temporary internet files and whatnots. It is still slow nak mampos. Whereelse my internet explorer also gives me problem. Why ah? Sesungguhnya aku nak campak laptop ni jauh-jauh. But its not the laptop's fault. Its the browser's fault. Damn you browser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl episode 9. hmm, what can i say? I don't like little J with N. V and N are perfect. B and C is match-made in heaven. Haha. Little J, go back to Constance and get humiliated. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SRHjZ8_gCvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/S9s-Ub_hc94/s320/Leighton_Meester_braid_hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do anyone know how to do braided hair like Leighton's? Nice kan?? And I want her hair color also. Look so soft and silky. Mine like berus jamban. HAHAHAH! Kidding only laaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i need to figure out what is happening to my both Mozilla and IE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5743854430905351262?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5743854430905351262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5743854430905351262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-tak-bisa-hidup-tanpamu-dmasiv.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SRHjZ8_gCvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/S9s-Ub_hc94/s72-c/Leighton_Meester_braid_hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2112006567649066694</id><published>2008-11-02T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:15:46.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In stereo: I Hate This Part - The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I found this article from somewhere in this internet world. I forgot the website. Its very touching. Its true, wahai kaum Hawa. Read this up my dear girls! Love yourself =D Your time will come for love. Don't rush about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hawa,&lt;br /&gt;Andai engkau masih remaja,&lt;br /&gt;jadilah anak yang solehah buat kedua ibu bapamu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;andai engkau sudah bersuami&lt;br /&gt;jadilah isteri yang meringankan beban suamimu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;andai engkau seorang ibu&lt;br /&gt;didiklah anakmu sehingga ia tak gentar&lt;br /&gt;memperjuangkan ad-din Allah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hawa,&lt;br /&gt;Andai engkau belum berkahwin,&lt;br /&gt;jangan kau risaukan jodohmu,&lt;br /&gt;ingatlah hawa janji tuhan kita,&lt;br /&gt;wanita yang baik adalah untuk lelaki yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-352"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan menggadaikan maruahmu&lt;br /&gt;hanya semata-mata kerana seorang lelaki,&lt;br /&gt;jangan memakai pakaian yang menampakkan susuk tubuhmu&lt;br /&gt;hanya untuk menarik perhatian dan memikat kaum lelaki,&lt;br /&gt;kerana kau bukan memancing hatinya tapi meransang nafsunya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan memulakan pertemuan dengan lelaki yang bukan muhrim&lt;br /&gt;kerana aku khuatir dari mata turun ke hati,&lt;br /&gt;dari senyuman membawa ke salam,&lt;br /&gt;dari salam cenderung kepada pertemuan dan dari pertemuaan,&lt;br /&gt;Takut lahirnya nafsu kejahatan yang menguasai diri.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hawa,&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki yang baik tidak melihat paras rupa,&lt;br /&gt;lelaki yang soleh tidak memilih wanita melalui keseksiannya,&lt;br /&gt;lelaki yang warak tidak menilai wanita melalui keayuaannya,&lt;br /&gt;kemanjaannya, serta kemampuannya menggoncang iman mereka.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tetapi hawa, lelaki yang baik akan menilai wanita melalui&lt;br /&gt;akhlaknya, peribadinya, dan ad-dinnya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lelaki yang baik tidak menginginkan sebuah pertemuan&lt;br /&gt;dengan wanita yang bukan muhrimnya&lt;br /&gt;kerana dia takut memberi kesempatan pada syaitan untuk menggodanya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lelaki yang baik juga tak mahu bermain cinta sebabnya dia tahu&lt;br /&gt;apa matlamat dalam sebuah hubungan antara lelaki dan wanita&lt;br /&gt;yakni perkahwinan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oleh itu Hawa,&lt;br /&gt;Jagalah pandanganmu, jagalah pakaianmu,&lt;br /&gt;jagalah akhlakmu, kuatkan pendirianmu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andai kata ditakdirkan tiada cinta dari Adam untukmu,&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah hanya cinta Allah menyinari&lt;br /&gt;dan memenuhi jiwamu,&lt;br /&gt;biarlah hanya cinta kedua ibu bapamu&lt;br /&gt;yang memberi kehangatan kebahagiaan buat dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah sekadar cinta adik beradik serta keluarga&lt;br /&gt;yang akan membahagiakan dirimu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hawa,&lt;br /&gt;Cintailah Allah di kala susah dan senang kerana&lt;br /&gt;kau akan memperolehi cinta dari insan yang juga menyintai Allah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cintailah kedua ibu bapamu kerana kau akan perolehi keredhaan Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Cintailah keluargamu kerana tiada cinta selain cinta keluarga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hawa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peringatanku yang terakhir, biarlah tangan yang menggoncang buaian ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bisa mengoncang dunia dalam mencapai keredhaan Illahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan sesekali tangan ini juga yang mengoncang keimanan kaum Adam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerana aku sukar menerimanya dan aku benci mendengarnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About family, about finding love with correct way or to say Islam way. My favourite post for this year. Heh =D touching sey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days to my twentieth birthday. Best or what? Like what I said in some previous post, there's nothing to look forward to. My birthday wish is to get a new job. Insyallah. That's all. Nothing much. I have my family and friends, what more can I ask for? Oh and also, loads and loads of cash. Can? Please honeybuns? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2112006567649066694?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2112006567649066694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2112006567649066694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-stereo-i-hate-this-part-pussycat.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4275260478817176274</id><published>2008-10-30T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:09:43.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Hot N Cold - Kate Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I received an early birthday present from my gerek sister tersayang! The best ever gift!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQnaCfrKmZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ASS17aHf7jk/s320/DSCF9699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQnaCv-s-LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xf9FObxI2dA/s320/DSCF9702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the complete season of Gossip Girl season one! Good or what?! I remember blogging about buying it when I see it in stores here in Singapore. My sister is god-sent angel! That dvd set will be in my beloved possessions I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really an early birthday present but so what? Its the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you kak!!! I love you! Yes I promise to find a proper job before the year ends. Of course I won't wait till the end of the year. I promise. I swear I am going to find a job ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i am excited to watch it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4275260478817176274?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4275260478817176274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4275260478817176274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-hot-n-cold-kate-perry-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQnaCfrKmZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ASS17aHf7jk/s72-c/DSCF9699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5928609850046806315</id><published>2008-10-27T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:19:51.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Sadis - Afgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now after work, I went to watch [REC] with my friends. I thought it would be a horror scary kind of show. But its a damn irritating movie. I do not recommend this movie to you guys. Whoever have motion sickness will definitely vomit in the midst of this movie. I had a terrible headache during and after. Annoying nak mampos. The camera was so shaky, you know, exactly like cloverfield. So I don't really recommend it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about biting each other. About a disease. Ahh stupid movie okaaayyyyy. I thought it would be a very scary merry movie. Like, I don't know, Wujud 3? Or 4bia? or some other scary movies lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQXUJBl1SjI/AAAAAAAAANo/E33c0_NzQ-k/s320/rec_movie_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam scary eh. Jangan tertipu macam si tipah tu yer. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating for this show is 4 out of 10 stars. Yeah that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Friday I watched "The Coffin". Another horror show. It was average. I almost fell asleep in the midst. Another boring horror show. Apa nie? Buang duit aku je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQXWsYkDLCI/AAAAAAAAANw/OTSGON7IEhY/s320/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about a coffin ritual. They practice it every now and then to vanish bad karma. It will then pass the bad karma to the one they love. So the one they love will die and haunt them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ratings would be 6 out of 10 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still tired from yesterday's outing. And today was even tiring. There were a lot of homosapians watching the HSM3. Zac Efron look so gay to me. The kids(girls or maybe some boys?) were screaming their lungs out when his face appeared at the last part of the show. And even clapped. What is so good about this show anyway? Tomorrow is another day at work. Yeah watching HSM3 again. This is absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work and school, sucker(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5928609850046806315?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5928609850046806315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5928609850046806315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-sadis-afgan-just-now-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQXUJBl1SjI/AAAAAAAAANo/E33c0_NzQ-k/s72-c/rec_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6682908717946494791</id><published>2008-10-26T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:37:37.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: If I were a boy - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya aku penat dot com. Went out for the last Raya outing this year with my Madrasah classmates. The Grand Finale for Raya 2008. It was so freaking kecoh. It was fan-freaking-tastic! It was waaayyyy better than my colleagues outing. I'm sorry to say that eh. Some of MY colleagues pissed me off terribly after that outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry sidetrack a bit eh.. I felt it was a bit too late for raya outing but the calendar says 1month of syawal. might as well, we make use of it eh. Hehe! And yes, I wore tudung for the first time. I mean for a Raya outing lah. Grand finale betul tu. =D A total of 12 people. 5 guys and 7 girls. I dunno girls is always more than guys. Blue and buruk van was our ride. Us girls with tudungs tergolek-golek kat belakang tu. Sungguh tak glamor. But thank God for pipi's father's car. The girls retired from the van. Dah tak sanggup dengan kepanasan. Thanks Fuad for the ride! And thanks Adi for planning the outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesss my red trustee camera didn't died on me this time. Thank god for that. cos i remembered to charge it after that raya outing with colleagues. Took alot of gambar-gambar. I've already upload it to my lappy. I'll upload some of it here later. Still waiting for some pictures from the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, tengok lah gambar yang aku ada eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQSmf4d6TAI/AAAAAAAAANg/IsGCpOcwQ6Y/s320/DSCF1425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQSmflmpP7I/AAAAAAAAANY/sj4sxxBW1kc/s320/DSCF1421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQSme9xSxbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VQqpE7mUnj0/s320/DSCF1417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQSmeDRMahI/AAAAAAAAANI/VWAZZyzmln0/s320/DSCF1416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQSmdrnnTfI/AAAAAAAAANA/sbG39WN1wic/s320/DSCF1404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amacam? Muka ada manis tak aku? LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i gtg for now. I'm working tmr. On a public holiday. It means DOUBLE PAY. Oh shit, High school musical (the most annoying musical movie in the www) is already in cinemas. That means besok aku mampos. I'm at ushering somemore. Ahhhh die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6682908717946494791?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6682908717946494791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6682908717946494791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-if-i-were-boy-beyonce.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SQSmf4d6TAI/AAAAAAAAANg/IsGCpOcwQ6Y/s72-c/DSCF1425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7373791165055350508</id><published>2008-10-20T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:37:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymF__5CeZlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymF__5CeZlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy: Mahu minum apa tuan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labi (P. Ramlee): Jin &amp;amp; Tonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labu (M. Zain): Iblis Tonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy: Iblis Tonic mana ada, tuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labu: Then give me er, Setan and Tonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy: Setan lagi tak ada, tuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labu: And that bring me Haji Bakhil and Tonic. Get out now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labi: Bodoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labu: Terlalu bodoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banyak orang-orang yang sakit. Sehingga saya punya hospital, no more bed. Oh pity.&lt;/span&gt;-Labu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital mana ada tak cukup katil. Kelakar kan. I always love P. Ramlee movies. It won't bores even if I watch it few hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Labu &amp;amp; Labi, i love the part about degree called L.E.M.B.U because it reminds me of somebody. Someone who is connected to me relatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse James hutang aku makan nasi lemak 30cent belum bayar. -Sheriff Labi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, I better stop. Haha.. No jalan and no road, people. Ok I am crapping. OK last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am watching Seniman Bujang Lapok. The part, pasal belachan kena hukum pancung. Funny or what?!?! And now, i will close this rant with this video. In Seniman Bujang Lapok. All-time favorite. Si Pak Mat Tempeh kena langgar dengan motocar. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVQN-Bs3HtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVQN-Bs3HtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul tak semua? Hmm, betul betul betul. From Upin &amp;amp; Ipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I didn't know my tagboard was lock. Now is unlock. So you can tag all you want. Tu pun kalau korang nak tag lah. Buat macam tagboard sendiri eh. Notice board, nak jual harta benda korang pun letak k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7373791165055350508?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7373791165055350508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7373791165055350508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-video-cracks-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2015753374609657757</id><published>2008-10-14T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:16:43.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Make It Mine - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ride the Eye on Malaysia Ferris Wheel. I saw some advertisement on RTM featuring the Ferris Wheel. I think the flyer at Malaysia is much better than our very own Singapore Flyer. Singapore flyer you get to see so many construction sites. I can't deny that the buildings around that area is good to look at, our so-called achievements lah konon. But its boring, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, Malaysia's view is better. Get to see KLCC, Petronas tower and whatever is interesting there lah hor. And its cheap. RM15 for adults and RM8 for children below 12 years old. Cheap gila kan? Oh I forgot to add, its a 12 minutes ride. Our Singapore Flyer is 45 minutes ride. Jauh beza, patut lah murah. I'm sure its worth the ride in Malaysia. Can take two rounds lah. Here is what, $S29.50!!!! Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna ride it when I am going KL this coming end of November. Gotta save up, baby!! Below is some pictures I stole or took or save from somewhere's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPN7_d04mgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dbqHl8zKGZk/s320/eom06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256681520339917314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPN7_lUm9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/b4uKlIrEz8g/s320/250px-20060105EyeOnMsia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256681522352027026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice kan?? I don't know how the view is going to be if we are the peak of that flyer. I bet its going to be fantastic. I am eggcited, you know!! Anyone want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my parents are keen going on this ride. I think my father is afraid of heights or something like that. I'm not sure. My mother, hmm don't know lah she. Kejap nak, kejap tak nak. My brother, jangan harap lah. So I need some company on this KL trip. Anyone nak join gwe? Why on earth I have such boring kakis in this family? Except for my sister, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, one more month to my 20th birthday!! Hehe =D Nothing special. Its a day every year I get older and wiser. Hitting the big TWO-ZERO is serious shit man. At this age, i'm still having a part-time job and schooling. I keep finding the right job and the right timing. I keep sending my resume for several companies. I keep waiting and waiting for their call. Amalina, please keep waiting, thank you life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can escape when they turned 20. You know why? They are destined to go for National Service eversince they are born. Yelah lelaki pegi NS, perempuan kena keje. Senang lah lelaki. Sometimes I wish I was a boy. =D After NS, I can just sign-on or something. A at-least-secured-job which doesn't pay much but ada duit masuk bank account jugak. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle. I gotta pray hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received some pictures from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPOPHAWYOVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/N0dZFzr8-qQ/s320/P121008_15.07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702540587219282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPOPHIEB66I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KypT16wvHW0/s320/P121008_15.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702542657743778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPOPHCev03I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BelHNz54NFc/s320/P121008_16.16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702541159191410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPOPHtXuBUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/P-6UP9KXnEI/s320/P121008_16.17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702552672437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post consists of many things. I'm bored to death siol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2015753374609657757?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2015753374609657757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2015753374609657757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-make-it-mine-jason-mraz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPN7_d04mgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dbqHl8zKGZk/s72-c/eom06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1013614980432725996</id><published>2008-10-12T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:14:28.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Suasana Hari Raya - Anuar Zain &amp;amp; Ellina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my current song. Heh. I just came back from Raya outing. Please bear with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was raya outing with my colleagues. It was super massive kecohness, i tell you. Eat loads and loads of food till my stomach bloated and drank so much of sweet drinks till my bladder is full. And now my stomach is cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed when I reached the first house. Not because they were late. The reason was my trustee digital camera gave me the red signal. That means low in battery. basketball betul!! Before I went out, i checked the status and it was half full. I thought it would last at least the second house. Only manage to snap only one group picture. Then camera tu mati. Tak macam siak. I am lucky that my friends brought along their camera. But I think it was my fault for not charging it. I don't remember when was the last time I charge it. Padan muka aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First house was at Bukit Batok. I was the nearest among them and guess what, i was in the second batch to reach. At least I am not the last. Second house was at Woodlands. Third was Yishun. Forth was Toa Payoh. Fifth was Punggol. Sixth was Hougang. Seventh was Sembawang. See, all over Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to go my house because i thought it would be a trouble for my mom and the house. So I've decided to invite my clique for a food fiesta this coming Friday. Not much, only 5 of them. Today was SEVENTEEN people. Ada lah cerita nya. Tak boleh cakap sini. Cakap tempat lain eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without that trustee digital camera, i still had loads and loads of fun. Can u imagine we listened to Sepasang Baju Kurung Biru from Khairil Johar for like THREE times?!?!! Semangat raya betul eh kita. Heh (: So much of laughing in that bus. I truly enjoyed myself this year altho the weather was not compromising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or the weather is getting hotter and hotter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to school tomorrow. Two new modules to cover. Malas nya gwe. I am working in the morning somemore. And I didn't have much sleep since Thursday. All thanks to my new internet connection. Haha. I've been sleeping late hours like 2 or 3 am in the morning. I did all kind of stuff. Bloghopping, plant my plants and other people's plants at Facebook, visit Jobsdb for jobs and other things. Sound busy, eh? Action busy je. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Gossip Girl on Tuesday. I cannot wait for the next episode. I had wait two freaking weeks sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, these are the few pictures I managed to snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPIvZsiWGJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uhA8iuOgbBA/s1600-h/DSCF1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPIvZsiWGJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uhA8iuOgbBA/s320/DSCF1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315833593239698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPIvZ8cqbHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mo4Lk8yi1xw/s1600-h/DSCF1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPIvZ8cqbHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mo4Lk8yi1xw/s320/DSCF1368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315837864373362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPIvaP2WH6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gVQQpve-Y0k/s1600-h/DSCF1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPIvaP2WH6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gVQQpve-Y0k/s320/DSCF1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256315843072368546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1013614980432725996?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1013614980432725996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1013614980432725996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-suasana-hari-raya-anuar-zain.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SPIvZsiWGJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uhA8iuOgbBA/s72-c/DSCF1367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7120040551047338061</id><published>2008-10-05T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:42:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Tanpa - 6ixth Sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of Raya, visited only 3 houses. My father's brother at Marine Parade. My mom's uncle at Toa Payoh and her aunt at Jurong. I mean whose house do we have to go anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I really envy those who still have their grandparents around. It makes hari raya, or rather the whole family more complete. Cos you see, I don't have any grandparents left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, i still have one grandparent left that is my mother's. But we are not close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's father passed away when my father was 16 years old. I even have the date, you know. 30th January 1966.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's mother passed away about 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year for Hari Raya when she was alive, we will travel to the east side just to see her. Even though she do not remember any of us as she was suffering Alzheimer Disease and Diabetes. She was 80 plus when she passed on. Even now that she has passed away, we still travel to east side to visit my father's brother who took care of my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's father passed away about 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's mother is still alive in Teck Whye. But we're not close. My mom was raised by her maternal grandmother. So that explains why we are not close even with her own siblings lah hor. The last time I saw "my grandmother" was last year. During raya also, it was at my aunt's place(mom's sister). I want to say more but its not safe to rant it out here. She is a nasty old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandfather(my mom's) passed on years ago, I wasn't sad that he was gone. But rather, I was sad that I didn't get to know him better as a grandfather. My mom is more with her uncles and aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've never felt the care of a grandparent before. Or maybe, I was too young to remember all that. I would want to believe that most grandparents are kind and loving towards their grandchildren. Somebody whom you can talk to. Who are wise with words and advices. Who pamper you more than your own parents. Did you watch Jeritan Sepi? Nenek dia baik ehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done visiting with my family. Visited my father's brothers and their family members. Visited my mom's aunts and uncles. I feel sad after ranting about grandparents. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work, I went to Tampines to visit my aunt and I saw quite a number of families in same color clothes just different patterns, i feel jealous and envious and whatever you can think of with jealousness. Very meriah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also yesterday, I wore my baju kurung to work and yeah, with heels. It is so difficult to walk in heels. My feet was in pain by end of the day. Of course I change to my uniform lahh deyy. I mean after work I have to get ready as if I was at home. I need to wash my oily face, apply make-up(haha, so not me but its hari raya lah), iron the crumpled baju kurung and other whatnots lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;so to those who have alot of houses to visit, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7120040551047338061?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7120040551047338061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7120040551047338061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-tanpa-6ixth-sense-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7841795586375533430</id><published>2008-10-03T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:37:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Sealed with a kiss - Bobby Vinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel melancholic now. I feel sad. And I don't know why I am feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed when I reached home today from work. I don't know with what, who and why. The feel of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot-be-bothered&lt;/span&gt; is so back. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just what is wrong with me, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet connection sucks and MSN is such a big-time bastard! I am considering taking Starhub's mobile broadband which is having a 30% discount at the moment. Its a while stock last kinda thing. Just maybe I will grab that offer tomorrow after work. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If money could just drop from the sky, i'll be happy for the rest of my life. I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my exams with flying colors. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, to me.&lt;/span&gt; I get to see the alphabet "B". I was jumping like a monkey when I saw it and on the other hand, i was on the phone with a friend of mine. I could just cry at THAT moment. Tears of joy. But I hold it back. All my effort was good for a reason. Berkat bulan Ramadhan and Nikmat bulan Syawal. Syukur, Alhamdulillah. I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my family was least excited for me. As usual. Oh great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'm not the golden child. uhm, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll see you in the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'll hear your voice everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'll run to tenderly hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But baby, you won't be there&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/18272154-7841795586375533430?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7841795586375533430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7841795586375533430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-sealed-with-kiss-bobby-vinton.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7950985013172275259</id><published>2008-10-02T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:29:06.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Salam Dunia - M Nasir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of Syawal, i am listening to Hari Raya songs. I am not a big fan of Raya songs, but anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I have to wait 2 weeks for the next episode of Gossip Girl. Like what the hell lah....... I can't wait THAT long. TWO FREAKING WEEKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its already the 2nd day of Syawal. I was abit sad on tuesday(the last day of ramadhan) during break-fast. The reason because i will never know if i will be here for next year's Ramadhan. InsyaAllah. I always love fasting month. I get to fast. Do good things. Constrain my vulgarities.  Be patient(haha this one, didn't manage to fulfill it because whenever i am working, everyone tends to make me angry! be it a customer or manager or my friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason is, i will miss Ramadhan for sure. And I can't wait for next year, that is if God is willing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my last few days of Ramadhan was spent usefully. I will rant it in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday, bought my outfit. Geylang was ok. As expected, it was filled with m&amp;amp;m's. But overall, it was fun. Or least, I found what I was finding for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday, i was working. After work, I went home straight. I really want to avoid the crowd as it was F1 weekend thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday. Finally i baked the chocolate chip cookies. It is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday, I was working. After iftar, went to look for shoes and bags but none of them attracts me. So i give it a NO. I thought I will use few years back shoes and bag. I mean who would even care right. They wouldn't know if i am using last or few years back of shoes and bag. Hari Raya doesn't mean everything must be new. If you have extra money, go ahead and spent it. If you don't have enough money, just use the old ones if it is in good condition. I am talking about myself over here. Not you, not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday, i had an off day. So i decided to spring clean the house. It was successful. I started cleaning my room first at 1200hours. Throwed the toys and the books. After that, wiped the windows. I don't know when was the last time i wiped the windows(or maybe not even once when we moved here!!??!!) Next was the living room. With the help of my sister, we cleaned every corner in the room. Mom and Dad was busy in the kitchen, cooking(uhm what else, right) And the kids clean the house. I was and am proud of my siblings and myself. It was a great success. It ended at 1630hours. Hehehe!! B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yesterday was the first day of Syawal. How's yours? Mine was average. Somehow I couldn't feel the vibe anymore. Unlike the kids, obviously they will feel the vibe. The vibe of getting the green packets. (: I did get some green packets for myself. Only close relatives. Actually I still can't believe I still get it. Insyallah maybe next year when I have a stable job, i will start giving zakat. Insyallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to wish each and everyone of you out there, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. If I ever hurt or say wrong things in any way, or do whatever things that made you angry, or ANYTHING, please forgive me. After all, i am a human being. Mohon maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7950985013172275259?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7950985013172275259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7950985013172275259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-stereo-salam-dunia-m-nasir-in-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8412742342410608400</id><published>2008-09-25T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:25:00.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Knowing me, knowing you - ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, its already the 25th of Ramadhan?! Masyaallah, so fast. I keep telling my friend that the time flies too fast. 5 more days. I repeat, FIVE MORE DAYS to raya. And I haven't found any baju kurung yet. This Friday will be going to Geylang Serai to hunt for my outfit. My mother keep asking me when the heck will i buy my raya outfit. Relax lah mak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding for a black baju kurung. Why black? I just love the color black. My mak keep saying, black is for melawat orang mati color. What to do when BLACK in my favorite color, right? I don't want songket, because songket is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so last year&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want any makcik-makcik pattern. All I want is a normal black baju kurung which doesn't look so grand but simple yet elegant. I hope I can manage to hunt my outfit. I verdict that this coming Friday geylang will be fill with m&amp;amp;m. What is m&amp;amp;m? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to clean my room last week. But its not fully clean. I need to throw some things which was meant to be thrown long time ago. Like my lil brother's toys when he was a boy. And Mak insist on keeping it when NO ONE is going to play it. I don't know how thick the dust is under my brother's bed. I really need to do something this weekend. I will keep some toys for childhood memories for my brother and myself. I need to throw some books too. Banyak benda lah aku nak buang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in ABBA mode for some reason. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8412742342410608400?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8412742342410608400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8412742342410608400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-stereo-knowing-me-knowing-you-abba.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2382659601269889034</id><published>2008-09-21T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:54:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: You make it Real - James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing chocolate chip cookies this Raya. I've been finding the right recipes. But it seems all recipes are all the same. Consists of butter, flour, white and brown sugar and whatnots lah. Maybe tomorrow after work i am going to Carrefour to find chocolate chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or the weather is really hot? I need air-con in the house. In my room now have 2 fans. One on the wall and the other is normal stand fan. And it is not enough. Kulit macam *tooot* Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found the right outfit for Raya. I saw one nice baju kurung when I went to geylang serai last week. Now i haven't got the time to grab it. Tomorrow until wednesday i am working. Tuesday, iftar with my madrasah girls. I so cannot wait. Thursday and Friday have plans with friends. Just when can I grab the baju kurung and do those chocolate chip cookies?? Urgh. And we are only left with what, 9 days. Cepat nya. Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2382659601269889034?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2382659601269889034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2382659601269889034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-stereo-you-make-it-real-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-6159834095313816559</id><published>2008-09-20T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:33:59.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Gimme gimme gimme - ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so loving all of ABBA songs right now. After watching MAMMA MIA yesterday, i'm hooked with all the songs. I swear I am. Hahaha.. Thank god my sister has the album. Cool or wwwhhhaaattttt... i watched it when i am working. Goood or whhhaaattt.. But i am so watching it when i am not working. Definately. So anyone want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to contact my old PAP classmate. Iskandar. He was in the same ITE with me at College East Simei. Singapore is indeed small. I was chatting with him and was remincsing our old time is kindergarten. Meeting him soon but don't know when. To see the kindergarten pictures. Either I lost mine or I really don't where I put it. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hilang lah tu, amalina oi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, whaddyaknow its already the 20th Ramadhan. The night of Lailatul Qadr is also known as The Night of Power. So fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="96%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Inna anzalnahu fee lailatul Qadr, Wa maa adraka maa lailatul Qadr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lailatul Qadri khairum min alfi shahr. Tanazzalul malai-katu var-roohu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fee ha bi izni Rabbihim min kulle amr. Salaamun heya hatta matla-il fajr."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terawih, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Allahumma innaka afuwwun kareemun tuhib-bul af-wa fa-afo anni"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(O Allah, You are the One who grants pardon for sins, loves forgiving, so forgive me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-6159834095313816559?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6159834095313816559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/6159834095313816559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-stereo-gimme-gimme-gimme-abba-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-9024537248175208350</id><published>2008-09-11T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:28:03.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Miss Independent - NeYo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to log in to msn for the last 10 minutes. I don't know what the hell was the problem. I was already cursing after my third attempt. I was so bloody pissed off. And the connection is taking forever to load things. I swear its taking FOREVER to load things. Even blogger, Google and MY BLOG lah. Every single thing. ohmygod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, please go and watch The Days (movie). In cinemas tomorrow 11th September 2008 at all GV cinema. Support local movies. Directed by a teacher of mine in ITE, Mr Boi Kwong. That ah-beng teacher. Good for you, Mr boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to watch second episode of GG since yesterday. Darn the internet connection. I am so going free wireless tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so done with exams. LIKE FINALLYY!! HURRAYY!! Now have to go back to work. Work until I cannot work. This month's pay will be very little. I think what my mom and my sister trying to say about me finding a new full time job is right. I can't no longer withstand with type of job forever. Doesn't pay much but the colleagues are all fun. Only some is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh, msn is such a screw-up. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan-kawan,&lt;br /&gt;this sunday pegi geylang afternoon or petang?&lt;br /&gt;I suggest we meet up around 4pm to book place for iftar, then after iftar we go jalan-jalan.&lt;br /&gt;Amcm? OK tak?&lt;br /&gt;Anything, just keep tagging my tagboard as now my tagboard is known as notice board.&lt;br /&gt;Keep those notice updated.&lt;br /&gt;Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-9024537248175208350?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9024537248175208350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9024537248175208350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-stereo-miss-independent-neyo-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1489345872441961513</id><published>2008-09-08T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:05:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Fall For You - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year of sustaining the old skin, i finally change to a new one. Not that I have a time. I am just sick of the main picture everytime I enter my own blog. Irony. So i decided to change with a no picture of myself thing. Just plain and simple, just my like livejournal. I stole some sources from blogskin. Part by part, not the whole thing. If i steal the whole without crediting it, whoever design will be angry and might blacklist me. These days blacklisted is all they know. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish my first paper early today. All i can say if i studied a little bit harder i should be doing okay. There is some screw up questions tho. I feel like killing myself when I see some question I die-die don't know. I hope I got a acceptable mark. *pray hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, went to Peninsula to find crumpler bags. I want to buy them. Tempted baby.. Haha. Funan was next. To find a mouse and mirco sd reader. So i had two or three hours left to iftar, i spent it at the library and use the free wireless. Heaven lor.. After three hours of non-stop surfing, made my way to Singapore Flyer for iftar at the popeyes. They didn't serve the buttermilk biscuits lah. I was there for the biscuits lor. bodoh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bought the mashed and fries for my family and home i go. So tiring, to carry the laptop wherever i go. I should carry it in a bagpack. Instead of side bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, national library for free wireless session. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, second episode of Gossip Girl. I. CAN'T. WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1489345872441961513?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1489345872441961513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1489345872441961513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-stereo-fall-for-you-secondhand.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4336155235357819796</id><published>2008-09-05T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:37:01.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please watch this video. Its funny nak mampos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4NxzlmihiI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this video, you will be "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" until the end. Trust me. I did that a couple of minutes ago after buka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4336155235357819796?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4336155235357819796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4336155235357819796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-all-please-watch-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8414478134218420011</id><published>2008-09-03T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:59:28.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am now hyperventilating. Because i just found out that there is complete season one of gossip girl. I. WANT. TO. BUY. IT. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SL5Z3HcbI3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/hCy3wg0jfUo/s200/girlspart2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stress early in the day with test later and my project. And when I watched the first episode one for season 2, my life was back. I know i sound so cheesy. I can't wait the next episode next monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some pictures again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SL5csBq4NcI/AAAAAAAAALY/qTGZvrc0nEU/s200/11743_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SL5cslAOZEI/AAAAAAAAALo/boRNRiDj9TM/s200/gossip-girl-new-york-magazine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SL5csULKaSI/AAAAAAAAALg/kWub93A2ndc/s200/Blog-Gossip-Girl-Cast-Fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SL5csiwYiSI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZMgNtTjXQNE/s200/gossip-girl-cast-vanity-fair.0.0.0x0.400x270.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a repeated picture. Like I care.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I am such a stalker for this show. Obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;Stalker, no. Obsessed, definitely. Sorry i am too obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, amalina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8414478134218420011?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8414478134218420011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8414478134218420011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-now-hyperventilating.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SL5Z3HcbI3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/hCy3wg0jfUo/s72-c/girlspart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2677908018385626651</id><published>2008-09-03T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:04:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in stereo: footprints in the sand - leona lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a miracle. soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please bless me for once.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please listen to my sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please give me answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2677908018385626651?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2677908018385626651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2677908018385626651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-stereo-footprints-in-sand-leona.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4581946655650358570</id><published>2008-08-28T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:17:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to post something. I think its best verse i've read so far in my entire life. Normal routine isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Bismillah                Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem&lt;br /&gt;           Al-hamdu lillahi Rabb il-'alamin&lt;br /&gt;           Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem&lt;br /&gt;           Maliki yawmi-d-Din&lt;br /&gt;           Iyya-ka na'budu wa iyya-ka nasta'in&lt;br /&gt;           Ihdina-sirat al-mustaqim&lt;br /&gt;           Sirat al-ladhina an'amta 'alai-him&lt;br /&gt;           Ghair il-Maghdubi 'alai-him wa la-d-dallin&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In                  the name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;             Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds:&lt;br /&gt;             The Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful:&lt;br /&gt;             Owner of the Day of Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;             Thee (alone) we worship; Thee (alone) was ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;             Show us the straight path:&lt;br /&gt;             The path of those whom Thou hast favoured; Not (the path) of those                  who earn Thine anger nor of those who go astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/blockquote&gt;These few days i've been revising the surah, the niat, the doa harian. Preparing myself for Ramadhan i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case i will be not blogging for the days to come, i would like to wish&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa, everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, xoxo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4581946655650358570?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4581946655650358570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4581946655650358570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-2509571556969943631</id><published>2008-08-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:20:14.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: More than a Woman - Aaliyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of you might know i love gossip girl. Believe it or not, i actually have a folder containing pictures of them. From blair, serena, nate and chuck. AND my desktop wallpaper, is Gossip girl. I am drooling over this drama, i tell ya. BEST. SHOW. EVER. I can't wait for the season 2 to premiere. I just watched the promo video on youtube. I. SO. CANNOT. WAIT. Today is the 27th August, so 5 more days for the season two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If GG is out on dvds or vcds or whatever you name it, i might buy it. Call me crazy or whatever names you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck is my favorite..he can be wither a god or the devil depending which side you are on and then there's blair..total bitch( my most favorite tho!!!) and good girl serena, she's sweet. Ok i'm showing some of the pictures in GG folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SLV-42VQgNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VaI4swrC9x4/s200/blairicon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SLV-5Ogih8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/X5VbvuplSDw/s200/gossip_girl400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SLV-5c97prI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0EDS9QuQwJc/s200/leighton2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SLV-5Xs9x-I/AAAAAAAAALA/mIPyZTbVx6k/s200/xoxo32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SLV-5mqY-zI/AAAAAAAAALI/jVP7toLu-7U/s200/wall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the last is my current wallpaper. CUTE KANNNNNNNN!! hahaha. i am obsessed with GG. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is premiering the same date as GG. Yes i also cannot wait for Ramadhan too. I wonder what is it like this year. One thing for sure it won't be like last years. I'm having lesson during the break-fast. And its exam week. AND i need to finish my individual website project. Using dreamweaver somemore!! (: I'm taking a break from work for a week or two. Need to focus on my exams and the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm done pouring out my obsession towards gossip girl. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-2509571556969943631?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2509571556969943631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/2509571556969943631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-stereo-more-than-woman-aaliyah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SLV-42VQgNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VaI4swrC9x4/s72-c/blairicon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1916430836564505889</id><published>2008-08-21T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:57:29.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: dancing queen - Abba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep peeing the whole day. Within an hour, i pee-ed twice. And now i feel like peeing again. What's wrong with my bladder? Weak bladder lah. My goodness, tak boleh tahannnnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1916430836564505889?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1916430836564505889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1916430836564505889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-stereo-dancing-queen-abba-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3835095322605879436</id><published>2008-08-04T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:04:01.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Its Tearin' Up My Heart- n'sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to old songs. during my primary and secondary school days. My all time favorite is N'sync. still favorite okay.. childhood memories are just coming to me. Haha.. Followed by backstreet boys, s club 7 and westlife. I grow up listening to them. So funny yet cute. all were still young and generous. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember buying their cassettes. oh my goodness, its all coming back to me now. all those memories. i used to watch s club 7 drama series. Oh i so like it. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its august already!!?!! Less than a month, the fasting month will be back. oh i need to train myself already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3835095322605879436?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3835095322605879436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3835095322605879436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-stereo-its-tearin-up-my-heart-nsync.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-9143051344799435102</id><published>2008-07-26T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:17:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Tell You Something - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading my horoscope for the past few days. The reading fits my mood somehow. And this is coming from a person who doesn't believe in horoscope readings. And today the horoscope is saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, you should try to be even more open about your life than you normally are -- by letting other people know what you're up to, you will make them feel more important. One of your friends has been feeling a little neglected, and although their choice about how to communicate that fact to you isn't very mature, you are getting the message. It's time to open up and let them know why you may have been avoiding them. It's for the health of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Prom Night is a total bore. Do not go and watch it. Do not waste your money. I've wasted my pass. Now i am left with no passes. Damnnn it. I just have to wait for this coming pay day. My pay day is like the last day of the month. Boleh mati tak? So long.. Lucky I have extra income coming from mediacorp. Fuhhhh *wipe sweat from forehead* Can help me survive for another week. For my meals and my transport money. Its so hard being a adult. Haha. i so need to find a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am happy with my current job altho it doesn't pay good but the people there are so nice eventho some people have been backstabing me. I feel like killing that person for spreading rumors around my workplace saying that i am the big-mouthed when i don't even open my mouth that much. Yes, people do tell me their problems and i give some advice and after that i will keep my big mouth shut. This person who is telling everyone else not to trust me when she is the one who is spreading the rumors. I FEEL LIKE KILLING HER, YOU KNOW!! And she is younger than me. My collegues who is older than do not have any problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i am deciding not to speak to that bitch and just go on with my life as usual. I will act as if i didn't heard anything. I am just gonna be my normal self. Anyway, what did i ever do to her that i deserve such things??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-9143051344799435102?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9143051344799435102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9143051344799435102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-stereo-tell-you-something-alicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1359972230310819156</id><published>2008-07-24T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:45:09.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;in stereo: violet hill - coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my weekend was well spent. Let's start with Friday. I stayed at home the whole day because my cousin came over for fun after he did his English exam at nus. i told him my dilemma about my home PC. And he decided to download panda virus protection. it turns out there was huge amount of spy ware and virus. Wahlau wei... the dilemma i was having did not solved eventho the panda scanned the whole entire pc. the dilemma i was having was i can't change the freaking wallpaper. i tried several things and nothing happen. then something occurred to me that i should search it through WWW, i.e. world wide wide or to more precise Google lah, then what? So i searched it and found some solutions. Ans guess what, it did worked!!! The feeling was awesome. i know its lame but i actually know what that article was talking about like run "Regedit" Haha for once i achieved something what i learn in school. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, i had an off day. Marina Square for dinner on a Saturday - wrong move.  When we were having dinner, i heard loud thumping noise. Then I figured the firework didn't wait for us. Citot betol... And by the time we got out to get some fresh air, there were a lot of budak-budak step abang-abang and kakak-kakak. Grow up wannabe.. All sorts of kids you can see. Age range is around 15-18. When I was that age, i am such a mess up when it comes to fashion. Seriously.. The place was infested with too many mats and minahs. Body piercings, too much make up and ugly tattooes - disgusting sight. EEEEEEKKKS. And why the heck were they so jakun over the fireworks?! It is just alot of people. I am so not going there until national day is over. Maybe I'll make exceptional on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, go for usual routine that is Madrasah. Learn to make conversation in Arabic which so damn confusing. But I had fun. After school was MOVIE time! Dark Knight was awesome, i tell ya! Its worth your every penny, well at least mine did. The late Heath Ledger bring the character as Joker so well. What a good talent! Too bad yeah.. And Batman is super duper HOT. One good looking hero. Ohhh Christian Bale.. After the movies paid mr popeyes a visit. I've been craving for the buttermilk biscuits these days. But the taste have gone. Even the chicken doesn't taste as good as when i first tasted it. Oh what happen mr popeyes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Monday, normal life routine. Work then school. Guess what, I'll be going to school like every day like Monday to Friday basis BUT at night. Oh dayummmmm... That really suck! Amalina, just endure for another 2 months ok!! Oh god, i will definitely try to endure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya Allah, guide me through this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all folks. Sorry no pictures this time as i didn't take any pictures through out my enjoyable weekend. Wasted kan biol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/18272154-1359972230310819156?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1359972230310819156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1359972230310819156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-stereo-violet-hill-coldplay-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7616392320794389859</id><published>2008-07-15T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:20:15.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In stereo: Goda - Putra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS JULY ALREADY!!!!???!!!!!!! So fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok where do i start from? The last post was about three weeks ago. And many things had happened during that three weeks. And i don't remember any of it. this is going to be hell of a post. i try not to make it too dull k murni? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me put it in point form, yeah? i'll see if i could remember every single detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;30th of June. I highlighted my hair. LIKE FINALLY LAH!! In the catalog book, it looked nice but it doesn't turn out nice. C*****E! Macam minah lah. If my mood says nice, its nice. If my mood is like shit, then my hair is like S-H-I-T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6th of July, meet my favorite girlies for some shopping sprees and also sheesha at Al-Majlis. It was pure madness spending time with them. It was only 3 of us, Hera, Murni and myself. The rest couldn't make it but it was alright. So we shopped for bags, shoes, pants, tops and even bras. I bought a bag from taka as i have the vouchers  and also brought bra. It was on sale and pretty bra. Hehe. It was hot and tiring day. Meet at Orchard then walked to PS for the bra sales and from there we walked again to Arab St for sheesha. With them, burn all the fats. Like last month, cycling for 3 freaking hours. I guess we miss the PE days. Haha. Shopping was good. Walking was definately good. Sheesha was good. Wedges was good. Hummus was good. In fact, everything was G-O-O-D!! I miss you girlies already. Pictures some other time. Or maybe later in this post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7th of July back to school. B-O-R-E-D-O-M! and the rest of the week was work to school. and work all the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11th of July. Meet my dear biatch friend whom I long time didn't meet. Naha! And yes i actually couldn't believe that we didn't snap any pictures when i brought my digicam along. *slaps forehead* yeah i try to get "those" stuff for you k. For you only, my dearest Naha!! And it was great seeing you!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13th of July. Meet my dearest cousin for fun. We miss each other so deeply! Hahaha. Went to west coast park to catch the sunset but it was too late by the time we reach there. Because we are the late queen bee. Haha.. So we sat and make fun of people, make stupid comments, laugh like hyeenas(our very sexy laughs!), gossip about other people, reminiscing on our childhood. It was damn good sunday spending time my favorite bacin kedemit. It was fun, isn'tit???? (inside joke lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SHy0mhLe-II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dMH81MnWZKo/s200/DSCF1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248241677498498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SHy0mQuESVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jO6ByH5bp0Q/s200/DSCF1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248237259147602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SHy0nQtA8eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/okEDH1tWVNM/s200/DSCF1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248254434603490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SHy0nn3IglI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q-stt009Cxc/s200/DSCF1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248260651057746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SHy1_HoV_DI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oL1cJKPFf7I/s200/DSCF1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249763827579954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SHy1_unR8zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kdK0lJZnBpo/s200/DSCF1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249774292103986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok aku dah penat. Maybe some other time I will put a picture of my minah hair ok. One fine day when my mood is nice. Hahaha..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i am watching the Dark Knight on SUNDAY!! YEAHBABY!!! Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7616392320794389859?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7616392320794389859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7616392320794389859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-stereo-goda-putra-its-july-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SHy0mhLe-II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dMH81MnWZKo/s72-c/DSCF1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7524858597350096346</id><published>2008-06-27T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:28:33.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Stereo: Warwick Avenue - Duffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I can't wait for Gossip Girl season 2 to show. Its such a torture, you know. No more Gossip Girl, no more Ugly Betty. No more drama to watch. When I have the time, there's no interesting drama to watch. And when i am schedule is pretty tight, i always missed few episods. !?&amp;amp;$@##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7524858597350096346?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7524858597350096346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7524858597350096346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-stereo-warwick-avenue-duffy-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7099037168079816906</id><published>2008-06-26T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:20:16.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know. I know i should update. But really i don't know to update about. after the picnic with my ever favorite girlies, i'm back to work(oh what else, amalina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday had an off day because i was working somewhere else. I was working for Bridging Minds. A debate show between Singapore and Brunei students. so first early in the morning i had to fetch the students from the hotel. Went to Singapore Flyer. It was a waste of time tho. There's nothing to see here in Singapore. No attraction at all. All you can see is alot constuction, Indonesia island, those bank building in Singapore, the F1 track.. That's all. Do not waste your money ok people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SGMayULbZBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XOJWz7m9Q24/s320/DSCF1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216042245137589266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SGMblEupXXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C3Vk9Omb43A/s320/DSCF1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216043117163666802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SGMcBJsZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GVY0ftBTjDo/s320/DSCF1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216043599532778130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those construction. Ugly sight isn't it? please eh korang, jangan buang duit. Give me lagi bagus. Hahahaha!! (i know, i very tak tahu malu right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Chinatown(yes of all places in singapore!!) its like the bugis street. I saw some nice skirts but nah, i didnt buy it. After that went to Samar for lunch. Sheesha, nahhh! There is teachers for goodness sake. The students was like, are we having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;(sheesha)? The teachers said, "obviously no kids!" After lunch went to Cash Studio Karaoke. It was fun but tiring also. Send them back to the hotel and balik rumah i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went to catch "Get Smart". Its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SGMtzPyDgAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MiSxmSEcghk/s320/get_smart_ver4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216063151858221058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickles my bones. Dywane Johnson is so hot but he is the bad guy. I went with the crazy bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SGMuYaY7KGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zQpXQA_9Yb8/s320/DSCF1089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216063790360766562" border="0" /&gt;The picture above look as if we are freaking tourist. Look at the background. Ish.. We were from popeyes. And when we are walking back to Marina Square, we realized that there were NDP training and we thought there is gonna be fireworks. It was right, but the crazy bunch was not up for it. That pisses me off. They go home, I go home lor. Boring ehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I cleaned-up my room. All the thick dust under my bed, beside the tv and many more places in the house. Now the house is dust-free. All thanks to me! Yeah right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, i wasn't suppose to work then someone couldn't make it. They called me up and asked me to work. I wanted to conserve my energy for Tuesday and Wednesday. So i thought, what the heck. Work aje lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday work for bridging minds. It was tiring. Run up and down, bring the students and the teachers around mediacorp. Penat sih, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Thursday that is today, what's the plan? Go national library do the assignment. After that go shopping spree at Bugis(dah gaji lah geng!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright girls and boys, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My ever-favorite girlies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make your 6th July free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're planning to go swimming at Jurong East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will plan it further yah..&lt;br /&gt;Love you bunch!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazzy, i will plan the outing soon ok. But make sure both of us can make it. Love you too fazzy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7099037168079816906?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7099037168079816906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7099037168079816906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-stereo-im-yours-jason-mraz-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SGMayULbZBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XOJWz7m9Q24/s72-c/DSCF1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-7933114670961026029</id><published>2008-06-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:06:44.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helllooooooo everyone!! I'm still tired from yesterday. I am having leg and butt cramps. Sakit siot duduk atas simen(cement, concrete, whatever it is lah) Yesterday meet up was super duper fun. i will explain (ceh explain seh..) some other time. I want to watch chef s.os with his *zzzaaaaaaaaaap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-7933114670961026029?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7933114670961026029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/7933114670961026029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/helllooooooo-everyone-im-still-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8891598818291518975</id><published>2008-06-13T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:24:31.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: What You Waiting For - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo to whoever is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Incredible Hulk later.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are away for holiday this weekend and my sister's friends are coming over this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;And my weekend is filled with exciting activities. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my primary schoolmate Farlyanna is getting engaged. and might meeting zul after that.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, meeting my girlies whom i miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, blahhhhh back to work.. and thank goodness there is no school. On holiday. So i can work my ass off. I have assignments to do. Lagi blahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fazzy tagged me. Ohmygoodness, I MISS FAZZY SO MUCH!! I need to meet you babe!! Popeyes session at singapore flyer??? Call me okay. *muuaaaaaccccckkkkkss* We are not gay okay. When you miss you friend, its always like that. And every time i want to meet fazzy, always something come up. Boring tauuu fazzy.. You know what Fazzy, i just realize that i don't a picture with you. I need to meet you!!! and we can have picture taking session. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people, i outta here. Need to get ready for incredible hulk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku sungguh tak sabar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8891598818291518975?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8891598818291518975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8891598818291518975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-stereo-what-you-waiting-for-gwen.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3748724010606430733</id><published>2008-06-10T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:20:17.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Cinta tanpa Cinta - Wangsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should do a little update. Its been 27 days i didn't update. I was enjoying updating at somewhere else. *shhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life have been tired. Every single day. I've started to work on Sundays because my sunday is so dreaded after madrasah. It was fun anyways yet tiring. I'm going for the moolah. I need to get a better job. But it will be sad if i am leaving my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've already watched Kungfu Panda yesterday(Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SE6E4R35KMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uHtw92kYuGY/s320/Kung_fu_panda_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210247921319618754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SE6GgzgSr-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3XYnSAC4nps/s320/kung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210249717053829090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a bunch of friends. To release the stress from numerous assignments. IT WAS AWESOME!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no charge over awesomeness :- says PO.&lt;/span&gt; So cute.. Next movie i would want to watch is Incredible Hulk, Get Smart, Don't Mess with the Zohan. Woohoo awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i have something in mind i want to update but it fades away. But one thing for sure i would not forget is, THIS SUNDAY. Picnic with my favorite girlies!! I hope everyone can make it even Ain. Or perhaps Edaya. A gathering will be good babies.. To release the stress and other things seems to be stuck in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SE6JCoeS4PI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2hXM92i1-B8/s320/020107+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210252497231470834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SE6Jg0mUn2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/xCo3_LC7DSc/s320/DSCN6682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210253015882440546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO CANNOT WAIT LAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girlies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Sunday 15th June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet up venue: Bedok Interchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: 12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring extra clothing in case it rains and we mandi hujan. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is late, belanja okayyyyy. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3748724010606430733?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3748724010606430733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3748724010606430733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-stereo-cinta-tanpa-cinta-wangsa-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SE6E4R35KMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uHtw92kYuGY/s72-c/Kung_fu_panda_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3113683854045714040</id><published>2008-05-13T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:07:56.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Cinta ini Membunuhku - D'masiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hooked with d'masiv, cinta ini membunuhku. thanks to my sister for introducing the song to me. My repeated track on my ipod. Haha. Thanks kakak!! Its like MCR, I don't love you but indon version. The soothing voice, I loike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for a bus to go school earlier today and I saw this girl with a tudung was smoking. IN PUBLIC somemore. I was like, "wtf!!!!!" I feel like slapping that girl, bitchslap her like her mother(ever heard before?? in Survivor, hahaha!) Might as well she open her tudung right?!!??!! What for wear, buang current je nak step baik!! If I know her mother, I am so telling her mother. I was and still am shocked about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes yes, i am so eggcited this coming 15th of June. East Coast with my girlies! Super eggcited ok. I am going to bring kite. Hahaha. I think I have it. If still can use lah. My sister bought the kites some time ago, she went east coast with her friends. I'm not sure can use or not. If can, I bring ok girlies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3113683854045714040?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3113683854045714040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3113683854045714040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-stereo-cinta-ini-membunuhku-dmasiv-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3410369132007917004</id><published>2008-05-08T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:15:43.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was Blair holding an iPhone???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh.My.God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgina is so bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;Blair, I love her!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, serve her right!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3410369132007917004?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3410369132007917004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3410369132007917004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/did-blair-have-iphone-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1508303537962087829</id><published>2008-05-06T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:20:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It happens that the color turns out good. I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised that crazy cousin of mine that i will put up the picture at night. And now is night. So cousin, this is for you only. The rest, you obviously busybody. I'm joking. I did say earlier that i will show it if it turns out good. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197232245888492002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SCBHMQdjoeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/y1En3gIsGI4/s320/IMG_4466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197233641752863218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SCBIdgdjofI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_PPkr-w4YU0/s320/IMG_4507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the blurness. I don't know what's wrong with my canon digital camera. I think its battery. Its low i think. So maybe I will change the battery later. If it still the same, i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Singapore flyer just now. No not taking that thing but visit mr popeyes. It wasn't a good visit anyway. My friend found out her wallet was lost when we just arrive. And I already bought the food. (aku kiasu plus excited, and look how it turns out) To me, singapore flyer give us bad luck lah. After that she didn't want to eat, didn't want to go school.. I totally understand it. So babe, take care ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo my cousin is ord-ing soon. 30 days. He is counting down the days.. So fast two years. And he's going NUS. I'm a proud cousin. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've done showing my new hair color. I'm excited whenever I see my hair. Macam orang gila. And now I don't know how to face my father. I die if he sees the color of my hair. He is against it. Even it is a halal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people. i want to practice my photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1508303537962087829?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1508303537962087829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1508303537962087829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-happens-that-color-turns-out-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SCBHMQdjoeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/y1En3gIsGI4/s72-c/IMG_4466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-5872905603480079923</id><published>2008-05-06T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:31:50.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Rasa yang tertinggal - ST12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already May and its my one year anniversary tomorrow!! Anniversary with my darling. My darling is work.(what were you thinking??? you think its a boy! dream on baby i wont talk about it here) One year felt as if its 3 years. So much work, so much stress. I've been working since may day( even on sunday!!) and today is finally my off day. Penat nak mampos ok. My body is freaking lethargic. My sister was like joking, cari duit nak kahwin ke? Please, I seriously don't wish to think at this very moment. Cari duit for myself. And only myself. Since I'm a part timer, so the money is very little. All because I want to go back school. Ahhh i need a new job. FAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos, on May day I was working and after work headed to my cousin's place at Bukit Panjang to take some book. Her mom cooked mee soto. Very sedap. Good timing as I didn't had any break the whole day. Thanks auntie!!! So when i'm in the bus on the way there, I had this idea of dying plus highlight my hair on my own and I need her help. So when i told her about it, she was excited so am i! So after makan-ing, went to BPP to find hair dye. It was great timing too because Revlon had this offer 2 box cost for the price of 1 box. Great timing indeed. Macam tahu je aku nak beli 2 box. Hehe! So when reached the house, changed to my uncle's tshirt continue with our project. Yes cousin, I feel like slumber parrtyy too!! Kita buat lagi ehhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only use one color because it was already late. The color didn't show apparently, macam waste kann..  but the next few days it starts to show, only under the sunlight or under the light. Wasted busted! So i have another color to use. I've already put the developer whatever shitnots on my hair. Like now? Waiting for the 25 minutes then i wash it off. If this time didn't show instantly, aku give up ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to POPEYES today with my two other girlfriend. I can't wait to eat my favorite buttermilk biscuits!! and the mashed. Oooolala!! After that will head to school.. School is alright for now, i guess. I'm not whining or cursing. I will just go with the flow baybeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so broke right now. Lucky I have extra cash with mommy, if not I have to borrow from her and I don't know when I will pay her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people, i want to do other things. i will show how my hair turns out if the color shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-5872905603480079923?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5872905603480079923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/5872905603480079923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-stereo-rasa-yang-tertinggal-st12-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-9198844941815661101</id><published>2008-04-29T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:20:18.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music in mind: Harder to breathe - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so offended by this comic strip below. I found somewhere in this internet world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194635628920414642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SBcNlQdjobI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AmEGVfSXW_M/s320/the%2Blittle%2Bbride%2B12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194635976812765634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SBcN5gdjocI/AAAAAAAAAII/1gdZQmgVSlY/s320/the%2Blittle%2Bbride%2B13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194636170086293970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SBcOEwdjodI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g3mD8bCMLVw/s320/the%2Blittle%2Bbride%2B21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurang ajar kan. I think the non muslim use this trick to attract us muslim so that we can turn our religion to other religion. bagero.. well i want to say something about this but its safe not to talk about it here. I'm afraid some might read and feel as if i am talking about them. Forget it lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow off!!! Yes like finalllllyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-9198844941815661101?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9198844941815661101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/9198844941815661101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-in-mind-i-am-so-offended-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SBcNlQdjobI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AmEGVfSXW_M/s72-c/the%2Blittle%2Bbride%2B12.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4875831387121885185</id><published>2008-04-28T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:20:18.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music in mind: Ingkar - Bunga Citra Lestari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! the weather is just so fucking hot. I've been sweating macam babi the whole day. Macam je but not. Haha! and the classroom air con is not even switched on. bagero betol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach is killing meh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already watch gossip girl episode 14. i hate jenny since the first episode. Her character is so different from the book. i always love serena and i love blair too. Nate, i love him even morreeee! haha! I can't wait for the next episode. G is back to haunt S. Oooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch ugly betty episode 14. the loading was super slow last night. spoil my mood only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay is hell funny but very very very disgusting. It should R21 instead of M18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194281440147382674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SBXLcwdjoZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DLhzpZyQm3g/s320/1185706.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Overall I give 3.5 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the feeling to blog has already faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4875831387121885185?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4875831387121885185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4875831387121885185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-in-mind-ingkar-bunga-citra.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/SBXLcwdjoZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DLhzpZyQm3g/s72-c/1185706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-1630621530315508850</id><published>2008-04-23T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:03:44.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music in mind: Bunga - Ihsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was back in my ite days, i don't really understand that binary thing. But today, 2nd week of school, i understand it. i don't really like that subject. Computer maintenance and operating system. Urghh!! Very confusing. what shitnots la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stick with this blog skin as long I can endure it. Last week I wanted to design new skin but enthusiasm lasted 10 minutes only. After months not playing around with photoshop, i forgot howtodoit! so time to revise on photoshop. thank god for multimedia essentials in class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enjoying class right now. its 15 minutes break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, i've uploaded a couple of picures on my multiply. So people pegi tengok gambar saya ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something make me laugh so hard. its been a long time i laughed so hard. Ok tu dah bedek. I always laugh like orang gila with my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the story goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a friend I wanted to buy a deodarant at Giant. We were inside just strolling around. My friend translated in malay, ubat ketiak? i answered it yeah, bulu ketiak! I don't know what made me said bulu ketiak instead of ubat ketiak. My friend burst out laughing at my answer. I didn't realised it until he repeated my answer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"huh bulu ketiak? you nak beli bulu ketiak?&lt;/span&gt;" My eyes went wide open when I heard he said that. I burst out laughing like a mad monkey. I can't believe I said that. I find it very funny. Don't you think its funny??!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime I see my deodarant, it wil remind of this incident. Hahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-1630621530315508850?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1630621530315508850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/1630621530315508850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-in-mind-bunga-ihsan-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-4216061533954143563</id><published>2008-04-15T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:02:58.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in stereo: where got music! in class laahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok people. just a QUICK update. in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school is damn BORED ok! The teacher is teaching what i've learned back in my ite days. i think its for the sake of those senior citizens who doesn't know how to use photoshop. or those whoever in this class who doesn't know to use photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS FREAKIN BORING, i tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attending school with 2 other crazy babes of mine. I am so enjoying it eventho i said it is freakin bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is no hot stuff in class! boring can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, bye (before cikgu caught me blogging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-4216061533954143563?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4216061533954143563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/4216061533954143563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-stereo-where-got-music-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-8637029858297375024</id><published>2008-03-26T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:05:36.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Jangan Bilang Tidak - Raffi Ahmad &amp;amp; Ayushita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait P day. I am officially broke. Damn broke. Tomorrow baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Semi Pro yesterday. It was funny. The "love me sexy" song is inside my head always when I'm doing ushering. Saw my almost favorite manager and gave her things back since she is not coming back. Oh so sad....NOT! Seriously it was fun having her as our manager. One by one the manager going over to other locations and one is quiting. So sad eh aini.. its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching The Orphanage later at Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to update about something else but it seems I totally forgot what is it about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, i am planning to save my money this month. i have nothing to buy at this moment. Maybe Step Up 2 soundtrack. And pay a visit to mr. popeyes. Haha! i've been craving those buttermilk cookies like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye. i want to watch "jangan bilang tidak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-8637029858297375024?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8637029858297375024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/8637029858297375024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-stereo-jangan-bilang-tidak-raffi.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18272154.post-3184780857738822300</id><published>2008-03-17T11:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:20:18.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In stereo: Realize - Colbie Calliat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just blog hopping and I encountered this random lady who posted numerous pictures of her with the same pose. There was like 10-20 same pose and some its just blur or she pouts her mouth. So vain oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, today i'm doing closing with 2 newbies. And I am the only full timer who needs to train them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allah, please guide me today.&lt;/span&gt; With newbies I have no patience at all. Zero, nil, nada. They are just not fast enough. Someone, please please make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new blogskin. I'm stick with this grey skin colour for about a year now. My world record. lol. Last year this time round I was free like a bird, was finding a job and just bumming at home. I would learn numerous photoshop tutorials and I felt like doing a new blog skin everyday.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dude, i am showing off my photoshop skills la. &lt;/span&gt;lol. I want to do something like this. Like livejournal way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/R93njVMq0EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9Wv3VlGwsts/s320/176933_m1201934645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178549740717658178" border="0" /&gt;But its boring. And i don't want something extravagant either. I just want a simple, a bit colorful and of course, nice. Something like below, but not toooo colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/R93oU1Mq0FI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fVdvTmh-KGk/s320/179865_m1204205429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178550591121182802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to use this as my blog skin, it doesn't match me. Right? But this is so over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i gotta get ready for work. Pray for me that my patience will be there for the newbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain, YAN DUMPED ME!! [lol!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18272154-3184780857738822300?l=thatbumwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3184780857738822300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18272154/posts/default/3184780857738822300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbumwoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-stereo-realize-colbie-calliat-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773993893407092463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/STaUd91DC7I/AAAAAAAAASY/4UQlB80f9qQ/S220/DSCF1364a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9mDnbiWgMM/R93njVMq0EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9Wv3VlGwsts/s72-c/176933_m1201934645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
