<?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-11849188</id><updated>2011-11-14T06:55:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my life....story</title><subtitle type='html'>All about love and us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-5201056958046950627</id><published>2007-09-17T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:28:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nUXW_zEe80/Ru6c9PhAe6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9mCDJYPAkhc/s1600-h/Black%26white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111195203063020450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nUXW_zEe80/Ru6c9PhAe6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9mCDJYPAkhc/s320/Black%26white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was just visiting my site... and keeping it alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-5201056958046950627?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/5201056958046950627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=5201056958046950627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/5201056958046950627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/5201056958046950627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-visit.html' title='re-visit'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nUXW_zEe80/Ru6c9PhAe6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9mCDJYPAkhc/s72-c/Black%26white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-116771297632249861</id><published>2007-01-02T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:42:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saat cinta berakhir&lt;br /&gt;lukai hati, sesali diri&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah ku mengerti isi hatimu, maafkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;akankah kembali lagi&lt;br /&gt;cinta yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;dapatkah kita satukan, kasih&lt;br /&gt;(kuingin dirimu, kembali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya dirimu kasih&lt;br /&gt;yang kurindukan selama ini&lt;br /&gt;walau ku yang memulai&lt;br /&gt;pisahkan cinta, maafkan aku&lt;br /&gt;akankah kembali lagi&lt;br /&gt;cinta yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;dapatkah kita satukan, kasih&lt;br /&gt;kuingin dirimu, kembali... ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau terlalu indah untuk ku lupakan&lt;br /&gt;kau selalu dalam cintaku&lt;br /&gt;ku sedari cintamu telah berubah untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kuberharap kembali lagi&lt;br /&gt;cinta yang dulu, dapatkah kita satukan , kasih&lt;br /&gt;kuingin dirimu, kembali...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-116771297632249861?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/116771297632249861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=116771297632249861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/116771297632249861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/116771297632249861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2007/01/saat-cinta-berakhir-lukai-hati-sesali.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-116468713424931165</id><published>2006-11-28T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:12:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys, sorry for not been updating for awhile. U know wat? I m too lazy to update and yes, I admit it. I must say that I wont be blogging much now. I will be creating a new blog soon. I'll keep everyone update. Meanwhile, just to tell u guys that Nadra Raissha has passed her first birthday. fast, huh? Talk to u guys again soon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-116468713424931165?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/116468713424931165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=116468713424931165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/116468713424931165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/116468713424931165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/11/guys-sorry-for-not-been-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115920024368538664</id><published>2006-09-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:24:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the Winner... right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/congrats.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/congrats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cong&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ratu&lt;/span&gt;lations! You've made it! Months of speculations saying that you may not be in, but again, you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proved everyone wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I mean you're not goof enuff, but ur successor still give me the edge saying taht he's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Considering that both of your opponents are from the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extreme end&lt;/span&gt;, I think that your rival need to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;praised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as he deserved it. He is of a better opponent than that "cat", if you know wat I mean. Wifey just told me that I just wanna share the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;limelight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you are in right now, just because I said that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your opponent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could win the competition initially. Lets get this straight and for the fact that most people can see, you opponent fan base is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, I am stressing that its not that I dun care that you win, but I am telling you that youo are lucky that you did. I know that you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can sing well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nice personality and all, but if your fans dun vote over and over again, you are not gonna win. Especially after &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forgetting your lyrics&lt;/span&gt;, singing with the band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You do have "the voice". &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versatility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in singing and all that are required to be a winner. I hope that winning in the competition will not get into your head. Just be yourself. You are that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;near to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;. Congrats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*no names required...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115920024368538664?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115920024368538664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115920024368538664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115920024368538664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115920024368538664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-winner-right.html' title='He&apos;s the Winner... right?'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115902792830003408</id><published>2006-09-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:12:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/EYEBROWTHING.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/EYEBROWTHING.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, you look cool lah. That sharp chiselled nose of your and that sleek sexy eyes. Pheewiit! You look damn sweet man! Nowhere in this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;middle earth&lt;/span&gt; I can find such sweet looking beautiful man like you. Wat more, that plucked eyebrow of yours, just make that sensual look even more sweeter. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can really swear that you had spent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thousand of dollars solely on that smudgeless, perfect flawless skin of yours. Gosh! You really make my wifey look plain. Mind dropping hints for that kindda look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... SNAGs. The industry for man has now bloomed. Even on streets, there are many such SNAGs walking... those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trimmed&lt;/span&gt; eyebrow can really make woman melt.... would they?&lt;br /&gt;I am just wondering &lt;em&gt;on how the could ever let woman to plucked that thick&lt;/em&gt; macho eyebrow in trade of the subtle feminie look. As for me, i wouldnt let my wife touch the hairs on my legs and chest, let alone that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bushy eyebrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that gives that stern effect when I stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too old, but for ment o put on make up and trimmed their bushy eyebrow is not really a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt; thing to do. Just because u manage to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;withstand the pain&lt;/span&gt; when it is plucked, does not justify the fact that it is a manly ting to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun you realize that it may causes you to lack on that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;manly&lt;/span&gt; look when you stare. Imagine, in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;group brawl&lt;/span&gt;, you stare at your opponent. I wonder if any man with their high X-Y chromosome will even felt threatened. Let alone &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feeling scared&lt;/span&gt;. You may be well built or even tall, dark and mascular, but with that plucked eyebrow, the reason that my daughter cry is because she is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; of having a husband like you, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other ways to tell people that you are the "Sensitive New Age guy". But plucking your eyebrow and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;donning foundation&lt;/span&gt; is really &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the coolest thing that a guy would do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115902792830003408?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115902792830003408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115902792830003408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115902792830003408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115902792830003408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/09/psst.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115885451716567472</id><published>2006-09-21T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:43:31.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A minute, please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/739326585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/739326585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We always got this thinking that a minute will never be too late for anything. Just a mere minute will not hurt anyone. A mere minute will also will not be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too late&lt;/span&gt; to cause any unahppiness.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That is why we will always take our time to do wat we need to do. Just that mere single digit to the dateline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But do you realize that a mere minute is crucial to just about anyone. You, me and even those that you dun care! It makes so much difference that if we are given that one minute, we will actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treasure it for our lifetime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dun believe?&lt;/span&gt; Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You met with an accident. A piece of shard broken glass is stuck to ur chest. Blood profusing out from the wound&lt;/span&gt;. Arteries are not making any connection to your brain, thus no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fresh oxygen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paramedics are on the way and they are caught in a traffic congestion, just because one man tries to pick up a five cent that could buy him his last pack of cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By just a mere of mulling that broken glass can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extend your chances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see your next unborn children and to live happily everafter. Just that mere small action that can make your family a complete nucleus, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but none of the bystanders, knows it. Paramedic arrive, but they are just that one minute too late to save you. Imagine, your heavily pregnant wife. Your first son,&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mother &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and all your loved ones. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How do you think they would feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another example. You are caught up with work with dateline that is just around the corner. At the same time, your boss are chasing you for a file that could get you, your first promotion. Wham! The printer is running out of ink&lt;/span&gt;. Subsequently, the power dies - blackout! Then you realize that &lt;strong&gt;you are running late&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for your dinner date with your gerlfren. A date that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you have been waiting for to pop out the outmost important question, " Will you marry me?". Running out of time, you got all things done is a flash when the power returns, rush to the grand restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. Caught up with your loved &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one and only to find out that&lt;/span&gt; she wont give u a minute to explain your last ordeal. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She left. For the rest of your life&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another minute too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mere single digit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute too late... &lt;em&gt;Isn't it important&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MggrZMe86i0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Click Here for Jon Secada - If You Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115885451716567472?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115885451716567472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115885451716567472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115885451716567472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115885451716567472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/09/minute-please.html' title='A minute, please....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115764082863674651</id><published>2006-09-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:53:48.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it nothing at all...</title><content type='html'>For those of you that are down in a relationship, this is a song that I would recommend you to cry yourself to sleep. Its great! seriously! Listen and sing along to it. Very catchy! Anyway, why is it when you cry, tears fall from your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car&lt;br /&gt;With the wind run through your hair&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you now&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect time&lt;br /&gt;A perfect place for us to be&lt;br /&gt;The nights were so warm&lt;br /&gt;You were close to me&lt;br /&gt;Was it nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of holding your body in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of touching you feeling you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music can play&lt;br /&gt;As the sun started to fade&lt;br /&gt;Our dream vacation&lt;br /&gt;Was in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard you call my name&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, she's gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Was it nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of holding your body in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of touching you feeling you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you right away&lt;br /&gt;I want you back into my life&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't find the way&lt;br /&gt;I would dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of holding your body in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of touching you feeling you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of holding your body in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;No more hope of touching you feeling you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall in love for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard you call my name......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it nothing at all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up she's gone......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115764082863674651?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115764082863674651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115764082863674651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115764082863674651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115764082863674651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/09/was-it-nothing-at-all.html' title='Was it nothing at all...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115747251269437888</id><published>2006-09-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:01:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you feel, when you are already a somebody, but you got to give it up for your personal commitments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to imagine it. Let me help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example. You are an important someone. a somebody that everybody that walks down the street would adore and jealous of. Being paid thousands of dollars for a day of your work. Subsequently, the job that you did, take too much time from your loves ones (if you dun have any, pretend taht your love one is your handphone). Its either risk losing your love ones or your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you handle it and which would you rather have on your side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wat I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, i would not quit my job if I dun have any prior commitments, but if I did and I cant compromise on my relationship with my love ones, I think I would rather quit and be with my love ones. If I can manage to be at that standard, wouldnt it mean that I would do better or same likewise, when I am at a position that allows me to be with my love ones and at the same time keeping my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the amount of responsibilities are equal to the amount that you bring back at the end of each month. Would you spare that change and fame just to be with your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not exactly as easy when you are in the position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, anyway, watch this movie "The Devil Wears Prada". You will know how it feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115747251269437888?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115747251269437888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115747251269437888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115747251269437888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115747251269437888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-do-you-feel-when-you-are-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115715813253445236</id><published>2006-09-01T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T08:50:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/teach.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/teach.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years back, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; use to tell me to work hard for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and to make sure that my future will be bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;refuse to&lt;/span&gt; listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See wat hapens??? Anyway, just wanted to wish all teacher a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Teachers' Day....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115715813253445236?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115715813253445236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115715813253445236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115715813253445236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115715813253445236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/09/many-years-back-mum-use-to-tell-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115709970835059282</id><published>2006-08-31T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:39:35.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/413706143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/413706143.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Takkan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hilang di dunia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That word has often been uttered by us.... remember that? Hmmm... doesnt it just sound familiar to us? Words from The Great &lt;strong&gt;Hang Tuah&lt;/strong&gt; and so, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just wondering why many Singaporean malays seclude themselves from the Malaysians... Arent we all from the same branch of the same tree? Wats so great living under the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; climate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just for ur info our great neighbour is well ahead then us. they set target that they meet. Unlike us.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;target&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we are not confident to achive.... &lt;em&gt;World Cup 2010&lt;/em&gt;... ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In days to come, our neighbour will have an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;astronaut&lt;/span&gt;. Can you believe it? Gosh, they are going straight up high and we are still here, stuck on earth. Thanks to some of us that still have their nose up high when going shopping to JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; else with you guys, they will soon have a space shuttle that will be launch in their land too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time, pls be humble. We are given the chance to strive but we often misuse the chance. Now that a branch has bloomed, at least support it, so as to let it bear fruits for the future.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115709970835059282?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115709970835059282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115709970835059282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115709970835059282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115709970835059282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/takkan-melayu-hilang-di-dunia-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115678363868781310</id><published>2006-08-29T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:01:55.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtBJB8idzBc" target="_blank"&gt;Click &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; first song that I include in my blog. Could not resist &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adding&lt;/span&gt; it in permanently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this clip, KD looks wonderfully pretty with the simplest make up and not so over dramatic effect. She looks really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder she is one of my favourite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt;... hehehhe... actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say that she is first... second will be Gwen... hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just want to share this VDO to explain to you wat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, the video is quite sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew of someone that whenever he looks at the VDO, would just break down, relating it to his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;. Guess, every song has it's own story....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wats Urs???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Watch the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VDO&lt;/span&gt; till the end... sob...sob... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115678363868781310?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115678363868781310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115678363868781310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115678363868781310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115678363868781310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/click-here-this-is-my-first-song-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115651684713582807</id><published>2006-08-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:44:23.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/tap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/tap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Taps... wonder who invented this holy thing that eases the flow of things. Many come in various shapes and sizes and the best part, nowadays, it also come with hot and cold water from the same tap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Left - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How could anyone forget this right? Heheheh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just wanna share with u lot that I've been busy today. Like Zul, I decided to revamp few things in my house too.. just because I have an additionalaquarium in the house. One I gave to him, and the other.... for meself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just when its time for me to get busy, wifey uses the opportunity to make me change the water in the pond. "it has fishy smell..."she said...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But, hey, its the pond. wat do u expect? Cat smell? Anyhow, I did change to make her feel good. It took me five hours to change its water and to change its position. I cleared the plants around it too... Phew, its time to make changes. Like I always say, complete your mission and you'll feel good... *wink. However, I cant possibly picked up all the baby fishes... there are a lot in the pond. So, I just scooped up the bigger fishes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When its time to fill the pond, wifey volunteered to do it. Where in this world could you find a wife that will help you to fill up your pond? Hey, its my wife... she gladly do it. Thanks wifey, you are GREAT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Armed with an empty pail, she went to the toilet, filling the pail with water. Happily, I took over Nadra, who has been waiting impatiently. Then, before the pail was full, I spotted something amiss.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Gosh, wifey! You're gonna boil my fishes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115651684713582807?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115651684713582807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115651684713582807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115651684713582807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115651684713582807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/taps.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115582774760468084</id><published>2006-08-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:15:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of the world... Hear Ye, hear ye, hear ye....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share with u the rationale for a habit that some of us still cant resist at this time of our wise age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us, I am sure, still own one favourite pillow. One that we will always picked to accompany us while watching tv at the living room. One that we would hug and at the same time put our head on. Aiyah, the crouching position lah. I would now call our favourite pillow, the "smelly pillow"(bantal busuk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know that scientifically proven that people with "smelly pillow", are normally romantic and more posessive. I myself had my "smelly pillow" since I was young. I call it my "bantal kotak-kotak" just because the cover is checkered. I had it since I was 9yrs old till I was 20. Hehehe! I really cant sleep well at home without my favourite pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do u know taht owning a favourite pillow is also hazardous to ur health? Most of us kept our "smelly pillow" at the comfy bed without wanting to air it under the hot sun. Hence, inviting the dust mite and also bed bugs. So, if u own one, make sure to keep it dust mite free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just curiuos that many of us keep the pillow. Is it because we like our own smell and thats why we keep it? Is it a necessity? Well, I think its becase we feel insecure when we sleep and having something familiar really make us sleep better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Wat? No.... now after getting married, my bantal busuk is someone and no longer a smelly pillow... *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115582774760468084?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115582774760468084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115582774760468084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115582774760468084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115582774760468084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115557096233637373</id><published>2006-08-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:12:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/good_luck2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/good_luck2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, many people say that good luck just come once in awhile and u really got to wait for it to come. grabbed it or otherwise live to regret. Many also say that bad luck come three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i choose to believe in this one. Not many of us can life to tell their story, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i was down three times. then, one day, when i choose to continue with my life, i suddenly wake up to see that the rain had washed al my bad luck away and come the sunshine to bring in the smile for me. Since then, I  chose to believe that eventhough there's dark cloud hanging overhead, there would always be time, when the sun just might seeps in thru the nook and corners. Till then, just be optimistic and find the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115557096233637373?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115557096233637373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115557096233637373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115557096233637373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115557096233637373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/dude-many-people-say-that-good-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115541789089289551</id><published>2006-08-13T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T05:24:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/firewerks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/firewerks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey and me pick up our courage and brave through sea of people just to watch a half hour display of &lt;font size="4"&gt;firewerks&lt;/font&gt; earlier. Yeah, we are apart of the reason that drivers got stuck in the congestion for 3 &lt;font size="5"&gt;hours&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Esplanade at 6.30 and own up a grass &lt;font size="4"&gt;patch&lt;/font&gt; as if it's our own. get ourselves comfortable and chatted (actually bitching ppl) whilst waiting for the display. Crowd grew as the hour passed by. we actually took the 'MERT' cos dun wanna be &lt;font size="4"&gt;stuck&lt;/font&gt; in the traffic like those fools... Heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the display is really gorgeous. Background music from the Merlion &lt;font size="5"&gt;roared&lt;/font&gt; in concurrent with the dispaly. It's &lt;font size="4"&gt;absolutely&lt;/font&gt; beautiful and the ooohs and ahhhs can be heard from the spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually both of us are also awed by the number of people that came to watch the display. I can easily gauge it to be in &lt;font size="4"&gt;tens of thousands&lt;/font&gt;. imagine the esplanade bridge to me mass packed from end to end. i m not talking bout people standing by the railings. wat i meant was, really packed, packed. people are all over the walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wifey and me are already talking bout the &lt;font size="5"&gt;contigency plans&lt;/font&gt; in case of emergencies. i would pick nadra up and we will all flee together. should both of us, me and wifey, get separated, we shall meet at HPB carpark. No taking of train, bus or cab. Heheheh... weird, huh! But again, with &lt;font size="5"&gt;that amount&lt;/font&gt; of people, I wont be surprise if something would happen. Easy target. All of whom are invited and gladly sacrifice themselves.... hehehhe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115541789089289551?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115541789089289551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115541789089289551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115541789089289551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115541789089289551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/wifey-and-me-pick-up-our-courage-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115501923284349031</id><published>2006-08-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:42:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/birthday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/birthday.0.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang berfday, dia pun nak &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;selebrate&lt;/span&gt; berfday jugak. Pas tu, uat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; besar-besaran. abis semua duit ribu-ribu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau pakai duit sendiri tak pe, nie &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pakai duit&lt;/span&gt; orang. macam orang dunno &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jek&lt;/span&gt;. hai, saper tak bingit? semua harga barang naik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de bes part&lt;/span&gt; kan, nak sambut ari jadi tu, dia panggil ramai-ramai orang. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ish....&lt;/span&gt; yang ramai pulak tu, kena keja lah... tu yang uat aku &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;paling&lt;/span&gt; bingit. hai.... walau bagaimanapun, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hepi Berfday&lt;/span&gt; lah uat dier!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115501923284349031?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115501923284349031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115501923284349031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115501923284349031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115501923284349031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/orang-berfday-dia-pun-nak-selebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115492240852962357</id><published>2006-08-07T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:53:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many a time that we are given chances to make things happen. Many times also that we tried to make things happen, but to no avail. Have you ever give it a tot that if in a day of our life, we are not given that chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one time that you did thing, is the last time that you can ever do it. Its either that you flourished or you perished. It's really scary to think bout it. However, life is always a gamble and we are always taking a risk to live through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is a gamble, then, how is it that we are always losing? Cos we dun cheat? Or cos we dunno how to play our cards? I think the right answer is our luck. No luck, no win. Simple as that. So, just in case, keep on wearing that red underwear of urs to keep up the good luck... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/underwear-red-hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/underwear-red-hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115492240852962357?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115492240852962357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115492240852962357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115492240852962357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115492240852962357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/many-time-that-we-are-given-chances-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115477135844595793</id><published>2006-08-05T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:52:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/9898691[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/9087673[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/9087673%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my frens are in their preparation for their wedding. Its gonna be next year and both of them do not have more than a year to sit and relax. Both of these people are actually cracking their head on which make-up artist to book and which caterer to choose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know times like this are gonna be hard. Just would like to remind both of you that this is the time when you got to put your thinking cap and asked around. Many married couple have their own tips and they too, have good place for you to bargain. Listen. Listen hard cos they sure to know of a good place to bargain. Its important right now to get good bargain, cos, I am sure that u wanna keep as much of ur saving as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/9898691[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/9898691%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, to dis people, my advice is, keep as much as you can. after marriage is another thing. though both of you are married, both are not accustomed of how much u should spend or keep. thus, its better to have a great deal of saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, watever that you do, pls take note. choose the best of the cheapest... i know that its difficult, but thats why u got to scout around for the best bargains. Good luck, sis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115477135844595793?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115477135844595793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115477135844595793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115477135844595793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115477135844595793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-of-my-frens-are-in-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115454918728161831</id><published>2006-08-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T06:35:28.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/smartalec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px" height="39" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/smartalec.jpg" width="604" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever come across someone who does not know a thing and then, pretend to know a lot? Huh! I know one. Its such a lame excuse to pretend to know, but when asked further, give all sorts of reason not to answer it. And the best part, could even divert the question when everyone present knows for sure that u know NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why cant they admit that they dunno and wanna learn to know it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115454918728161831?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115454918728161831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115454918728161831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115454918728161831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115454918728161831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-you-ever-come-across-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115431990881976430</id><published>2006-07-31T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:32:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my baby..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0166.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where Is My Baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0167.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0164.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0161.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0165.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0162.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her school &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0163.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uniform. Its her first day wearing her uniform after being in school for 3 days. Weird huh, sending a kid as young as 8 month old to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wonder if wifey and me are actually pressurising this little cutie. However, its all about having fun and we really want her to react warmly to strangers. Just wanna get rid of her anxiety towards strangers... and hey, she's improving everytime after school... and the nursery rhymes... all that u've never heard before. Cool place to be in. Even my wife knows how to dance now... right wifey? (*wink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115431990881976430?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115431990881976430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115431990881976430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115431990881976430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115431990881976430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheres-my-baby.html' title='Where&apos;s my baby..?'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115409620456568304</id><published>2006-07-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:31:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hey! Yeah you... I wanna share this clip with you... My All time favourite...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6q-o8ti8Yv4"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Same Script, Different Cast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen hard, Listen well to the lyrics.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Whitney](Deborah)Oh, hey, Deb(Hmm-hmm)Thank you for being woman enough to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Whitney, what's this about?)I know he's leaving me for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Who said that, who told you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is trueWhat is he telling you?Could it be the same things that he told me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(He told me that he loved me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard that(He told me I was beautiful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh-huh(How did you know? How did you know?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I played the scene before[Whitney]This is a retake of my lifeI was his star for many nights Now the roles have changed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you're the leading lady in his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lights, camera, now you're on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember you've been warned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy it now cause it won't last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same script, different cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Deborah](Whitney)What you're saying could be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how can I take advice from you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm not hating) (But I wish the one before me would have warned me too babe)Don't say no more, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Uncover your ears, girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not listening, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(But I know you hear me)(Maybe my reasons are wrong)(But I know that you believe me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Whitney]This is a retake of my lifeI was his star for many nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the roles have changed And you're the leading lady in his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lights, camera, now you're on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember you've been warned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy it now cause it won't lastSame script, different cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Deborah](Whitney)It's your fault you didn't love him enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(That's the problem, I loved him too much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(And when you love him he becomes unattracted to you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no, he's changed and I'll prove you wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(No, you won't)So go away leave us the hell alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, he loves me(He'll hurt you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll stay with me(He'll leave you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For sure, for sure, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Whitney]This is a retake of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was his star for many nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the roles have changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, now, now, now, now, no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the roles have changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have changed, and I'm the leading lady in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lights, camera, now you're on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember you've been warned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy it now, because it won't last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, same script, different cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Deborah]This is a retake of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were his star for many nights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now the roles have changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the leading lady in his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lights, camera, now you're on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember you've been warned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy it now, cause this will last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the future, you're his past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Both]This is a retake of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was his star for many nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now the roles have changed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you're the leading lady in his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lights, camera, now you're on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember you've been warned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy this now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It won't lastI know it will last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same script, different cast, oh&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/11849188-115409620456568304?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115409620456568304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115409620456568304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/worry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/worry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling less complicated and constipated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas... I am really relieved that all's well, ends well... just feel like saying that. really feel light today i dunno why. maybe its the weather i suppose. been rather unpredictable. but again, i think i shouldnt blame it on the weatherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather feel this way. happy, light and most of all far from worries. who in this world would wanna feel that anyway. that heavy feeling is a no-no for everyone i fret. wat heavy feeling? well, some examples are worries, jealousy, insecurity... hmmm... you know, feelings that ust weigh you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really wonder why human beings has this feelings. comparing to animals, i think, we have more than the six senses that we are suppose to have. anyway, the weekend is coming. i hope that everyone will have a good weekend. unlike me, i will be working on both days.... sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115409568148918866?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115409568148918866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115409568148918866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115409568148918866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115409568148918866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-less-complicated-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115390218221596353</id><published>2006-07-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:46:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shagged</title><content type='html'>tired and constipated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and again, i was always misunderstood. why is it so difficult to say it on my face and not just keep it rotting in you? nevertheless, I thing maybe its better to be that way, I never mean to act or say things that's hurting, but my message doent go thru well enuff. should i get into a play role course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stinks man to be in my position right now. I really do not know wat else to do? am I a bad SIL (some of u may know now who i m addressing this post to)? or am I really insensitive towards your needs? I do have needs and my plans too you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am really tired of trying to explain things and in the end, it will still be the same. never had any intention to say any words or do any action that may cause hurt. it always interpreted to be as such. i tried to keep my distance. some people say that i dun respect you when I joke or play around with you. some people say that i must keep a distance and must acknowledge that I am of a lower caste then you. I did all that. in a matter of fact, i did keep my distance if u notice. seldom that i sit and chatted like i use to. seldom now that i joke around like i used too.... now its all done when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself do not wanna potray that I am not respecting you nor must I remind myself to keep all my tots to myself. spent most of the time on the puter or try to preoccupy myself with her. its not easy on my part too... i really am lost and do not know wat else to do. I do have my own tots to do and have always been in there for ages. do not know who to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks man... let me just store it in my tots till I die... watever it is, for now, if u think i m in the wrong, i'm sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115390218221596353?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115390218221596353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115390218221596353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115390218221596353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115390218221596353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/07/shagged.html' title='Shagged'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115261246380797487</id><published>2006-07-11T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:17:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/square.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/square.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever played the colour game? the one that goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : " what colour do u want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b : "Yellow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : "Yellow. Y. E.L.L.O.W.... Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if u cant remember, then you might not have played it. it was wat I use to play when i was in Primay school.... hmmm.. bout 22 donkey years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the colour hat u choose from paper folds and determines, wat hide beneath it. But do u know that colour speaks so much about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite colours are those that actually speaks louder than words. Psychologist thinks that it actually tells a great deal about the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different colours has different wavelength. and like sound waves, it acted the same way. If the colors could speak, they would. Colors are wavelengths; we just can’t hear them. Again, colors do make sound and do have a voice, we just can’t hear them. This is why, our color choices for our home and decor, our cars, and clothing speak volumes about us. We are compatible with the sound waves emanating from our choice the colors that surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some basic colours and what it tell you about yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow:&lt;br /&gt;Positive: Caution, brightness, intelligence, joy, organization, Spring time&lt;br /&gt;Negative: Criticism, laziness, or cynicism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue:&lt;br /&gt;Positive: Tranquility, love, acceptance, patience, understanding, cooperation, comfort, loyalty and security&lt;br /&gt;Negative: Fear, coldness, passivity and depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange:&lt;br /&gt;Positive: Steadfastness, courage, confidence, friendliness, and cheerfulness, warmth, excitement and energy&lt;br /&gt;Negative: Ignorance, inferiority, sluggishness and superiority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple:&lt;br /&gt;Positive: Royalty, sophistication, religion&lt;br /&gt;Negative: Bruised or foreboding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green:&lt;br /&gt;Positive: Monëy, health, food, nature, hope, growth, freshness, soothing, sharing, and responsiveness&lt;br /&gt;Negative: Envy, greed, constriction, guilt, jealousy and disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black:&lt;br /&gt;Positive: Dramatic, classy, committed, serious&lt;br /&gt;Negative: Evil, death, ignorance, coldness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White:&lt;br /&gt;Positive: Pure, fresh, easy, cleanliness or goodness&lt;br /&gt;Negative: Blind, winter, cold, distant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115261246380797487?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115261246380797487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115261246380797487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115261246380797487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115261246380797487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-u-ever-played-colour-game-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115246767663369011</id><published>2006-07-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:47:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/1179989062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/1179989062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie... At long last, the fever is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a month ago, everyone has been talking bout the matches and the bets that they placed for their favourite team. some lost and some win. But agian, how many of us heard that the winner is a millionaire. in fact, the winner is still the players and not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it over carefully. No matter how much we love the game or fall in love with it, we are still watching it. like the MTV or the movie that we watch in cinema. we paid for it, but again, the one who earns the profit are the producers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that we are actually being conned to watch movie or soccer? Is it really worth losing money just because it actually has a wide coverage or advertisement or in fact, its the people, by the word of mouth, influence us to watch the game. its not as if we are playing it to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that people are dupped into liking to watch soccer cos ALL of US are INFLUENCED! Tell me, how can you like something when all you got to do is just watching it? Take for example, fishing. Many of us would stand and watch someone reeling the line to catch the fish at the end of it. It may look interesting, but do you know that in the actual fact, its better to be the one reeling the line? to feel how the fish bite and the struggle to subdue the fish is a 'reel' satisfaction. Not just watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are a being thats easily influenced. We are the type of being that follow the crowd and glide with the wave, not resisting it. To say that Singapore is a part of the World Cup qualifiers, is gonna be a myth for the time being. We are no where close. But again, Singaporeans are supporting another country, just because its World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the season is over, we will all be floating again till the next wave pick us up and we will glide on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on... face the fact that we are just followers. We are not in any position to influence the game cos, (READ my lips) we are not the PLAYERS. I think, its time for us to wake up now that the show is over... Be on it, otherwise just be the follower like who we are...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115246767663369011?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115246767663369011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115246767663369011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115246767663369011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115246767663369011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/07/nie.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115177063883676772</id><published>2006-07-01T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:06:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0040-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0040-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0038-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0038-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new gf likewat my wifey always tell me. beside my wifey, she is the other person taht is in my life currently. see how cute she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like wat my previous post say, you got to be a parent urself to know how a parent would feel. slowly, i began to realize that its not easy to be one. to be a person that ur younger one that can look up to. it may look simple to you. know why? because u never put urself in their shoe. even if u did, u never go deeper then how u feel. the day that i got married, i already begin to feel the burden or should i say responsibility that weighs on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... hope that my daughter would be reading this and she will know wat i've been tru just to make her smile the next instant that she open her eyes... thats the most heart wrencing moments of a life being a dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its not half that bad when u got to see ur child grow up. learning one thing after another. doing things that you taught them. this are all the things that you would really wanna go thru, cos there wont be any other experience as such in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chance that every man would really love being thru. dun mention bout the mwaking up in wee hours of the morning. its a taboo to talk bout such things when my baby is sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I should be joining her on the bed. gonna fetch wifey in few hours time... bye peeeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/200/PICT0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115177063883676772?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115177063883676772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115177063883676772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115177063883676772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115177063883676772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-my-new-gf-likewat-my-wifey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115176659051919678</id><published>2006-07-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:09:50.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents....</title><content type='html'>Its really fun when u got ur connection up and ready for u.... u can do many wonderful things with the intermet. blogging and surfing are just one of the ways that u can connect to each other. but have you ever tot how our folkers keep in contact last time without phones, internet or hp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ever cum arross letters from both my parents. its really hillarious. flowery words used that really command respect. after knowing my parents for decades, i never tot that they would ever used such words on each other. but come to think of it, its the wooing period. obviously they have to use such words to gain each other's interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how different we are comparing to our folkers? aren't we all lucky to have all that we need in a touch of a button. at times, i still think taht we are so ungrateful with wat we are given by our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actully, i only cum to realize it when i m married myself. now i know how difficult it is for parent to take care of their children. when ur child is sick, down with a slight fever, u will know that ur extra duty has come. working overtime, but yet, no extra pay. feeding is another thing. u got to keep track of their feeding hour. like adult, they too have feelings and needs that parents need to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, peeps.... treasure ur parents. wat i just mention are just on the surface. every parents would know that these are not the only things that parents went thru. and each of us has our own problems that we wouldnt wanna mention to our young ones. not keeping secrets, but its just best that we keep it for ourselves.... *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115176659051919678?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115176659051919678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115176659051919678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115176659051919678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115176659051919678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/07/parents.html' title='Parents....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115166788499329078</id><published>2006-06-30T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:44:45.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Men whimps or Women tyrants?</title><content type='html'>Man : My wife chooses all my clothes for me each time I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman : My husband has no fashion sense. He would make me look bad infront of my friends. So, I choose his clothings. At least we got the same colour to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man : My wife knows whats best for me. She always direct me the next best steps to do. I dunno wat I'll do without her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woman : My husband is chaos. He wouldnt do things till I shove him to do it. He is either plain lazy or ignorant.... or just play along with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man : Its my responsibility to lead the family. But at times, I think that my wife has her rights more than her wrongs. I think that she is a better person to lead sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woman : My hubby is not always wrong. He needs some coaching for our family to move on. I never direct him to do things. Just an advice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from the above conversation. many people thinks that queen control is a part of life. from the old folkers opinion, wives nowadays took control of the household rather tahn the husband. it makes us men looks like whimps. but if u look at it in a point of the younger generation, they would rather share the burden equally and thus sharing the burden. as wat women nowadays wants, equality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;many of us would think that men are just simply shedding their responsibility. however, with the economic level and the standard of living now, it is no wonder that some men are putting off marriage for the moment. dowry, household items or daily intake are some of the reason that contributes to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, look at this facts - queen control, as a positive thing. not all men likes to be pushed, shoved or even be pressed infront of others. So, ladies, if u think that u wanna part of the control button in the house, dun do it in public. remember, watever it takes, men still have their ego in their head and it would burst if u add pressure to it.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115166788499329078?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115166788499329078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115166788499329078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115166788499329078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115166788499329078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-men-whimps-or-women-tyrants.html' title='Are Men whimps or Women tyrants?'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-115166665912004624</id><published>2006-06-30T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:24:19.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai peeps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i wanted to leave you all behind. just because my skin sucks now, it has demotivate me from posting in more posts. moreover, the connection from my side is degrading. Anyway, am still trying to find a suitable skin before I moved on from there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey has her own  blog that she updates... you can linke her and maybe u can see me in there too... but for now, i think i shall lay low momentarily... but I still follow ur posts.... dun worry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-115166665912004624?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/115166665912004624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=115166665912004624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115166665912004624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/115166665912004624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/06/hai-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114916943297957229</id><published>2006-06-01T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:43:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;these past few years, Indonesian band has made a mark for themselves among the young people in Singapore. Since "Sheila on 7", there was "Padi" and "Peter Pan". In recent also, it has proved that not only they are capable to capture the audiences attention, in a matter of factly, they can actually keep these young people enjoy their singing and performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I personnaly know couple of people that actually a great fans for the Indonesian bands. among them, some are the greatest fans of this bands. to the extend of not attending their best friend's wedding, just because their favourite band is having a gig in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, in my MTV of the week, let me proudly present to you another band that is squeezing their way and currently trying to captivate the listeners' heart. Ungu or in English,Purple. The band was formed by Mimik, the basist in 1996. Vocalist was a former model and actor in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I fell in love with the song whilst sending wifey to work 3 weeks ago. then i heard the same song about 2 hrs later in another radio channel. I dunno wat makes me really fall in love with this particular song, but after watching the MTV, I defintely gonna learn the lyrics by hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fadz, Zul and Imran.... Let me croon this song for you in our next karaoke session.... *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(singing the song, along with the MTV with headphones on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Demi Waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku yang tak pernah bisa lupakan dirinya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang kini hadir diantara kita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namun ku juga takkan bisa menepis bayangmu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang slama ini temani hidupku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku menduakan cintamu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berat rasa hatiku tinggalkan dirinya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan demi waktu yang bergulir di sampingmu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maafkanlah diriku sepenuh hatimu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seandainya bila ku bisa memilih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saja waktu itu ku tak jumpa dirinya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mungkin semua tak kan seperti ini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirimu dan dirinya kini ada di hatiku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Membawa aku dalam kehancuran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114916943297957229?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114916943297957229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114916943297957229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114916943297957229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114916943297957229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-past-few-years-indonesian-band_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114916845953920547</id><published>2006-06-01T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:27:41.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these past few years, Indonesian band has made a mark for themselves among the young people in Singapore. Since "Sheila on 7", there was "Padi" and "Peter Pan". In recent also, it has proved that not only they are capable to capture the audiences attention, in a matter of factly, they can actually keep these young people enjoy their singing and performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personnaly know couple of people that actually a great fans for the Indonesian bands. among them, some are the greatest fans of this bands. to the extend of not attending their best friend's wedding, just because their favourite band is having a gig in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my MTV of the week, let me proudly present to you another band that is squeezing their way and currently trying to captivate the listeners' heart. Ungu or in English,Purple.  The band was formed by Mimik, the basist in 1996. Vocalist was a former model and actor in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the song whilst sending wifey to work 3  weeks ago. then i heard the same song about 2 hrs later in another radio channel. I dunno wat makes me really fall in love with this particular song, but after watching the MTV, I defintely gonna learn the lyrics by hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadz, Zul and Imran.... Let me croon this song for you in our next karaoke session.... *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114916845953920547?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114916845953920547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114916845953920547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114916845953920547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114916845953920547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-past-few-years-indonesian-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114865789757258571</id><published>2006-05-26T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:52:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like to share with you a song that i fall in love just because i like the mtv. that was the time also that i began to like Celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is not intended for those who rides, ok? its just a mere coincidence that the director wants the mtv to be as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny that we always think that we are the safest driver on the road. yes, we do ride safely and am alert all the time, but again, wat bout other drivers/riders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wish that everyone would be as alert and as careful as they can, cos i really pity the riders esp. not only that they get wet in the rain, they are also covering the machine from getting hit. so, pls drivers, lets make a pledge to make the road safe to everyone. cos when a life is gone, many others are living in grievience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again, its all fated....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114865789757258571?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114865789757258571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114865789757258571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114865789757258571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114865789757258571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/05/like-to-share-with-you-song-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114788612681443407</id><published>2006-05-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:15:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward, pls.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked yourself. when was the last time that you are nice to someone? do u feel good bout it? or does it really a sincere thing that you did to please others around you, or is it just a pure innocent act that you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a non regular commuter, i realize that when there is someone, who is really in need of a seat in a packed mrt cabin, stepped into it, everyone seated will be in their "auto-sleeping" mode. or otherwise, they will be switching themselves to the "auto-stupid super busy doing my own stuff" kinda mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not always that i commute to werk, but when i did, everyone who got a seat will be in this particular mode. then, when the needy person stepped out of the cabin, they will be auto-switching themselves to the look around/kepo mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it always happen when i was in the train or does it always happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, come a day when i was in the train and there was a group of boys and gerls that stepped into the same cabin with me. sweet decent looking gerls and boys next door looking guys. age not more then 14 year olds. they got themselves seated. they look like the noisy type. but then again, i was wrong. they "shouted", "squabbles" and laugh using sign languages. obviously they attracted attention to other commuters, but, i believe they dun give a damn bout the happenings around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the cabin was packed. however, there are no one else standing and all the seats are taken. on the other end of the row from their seats, there are another group of school students. abled body students, aged not more then 17 years old.giggling,making fun of these handicap kids. taking loudly and making fools of themselves. i really got agitated but like most Singaporeans, i just keep my anger and just stare at them, hoping that they will get my hints. however, it didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few stops after, there was this pregnant woman who entered into the cabin with her super large pram. she looked around for seats. seeing that everyone has switched on to anither mode, she then decided to stand.  the students who were busy chatting and commenting bout the mute kids, look at her and just smiled. i really took a pity on the lady and ofer her to stand at the non-opened door side which i was standing. but realizing that her pram might not be able to stay put, she decided to just stand infront of the kids. all abled body adults suddenly fall asleep, as if they were in a trance. non was awaken by the tots of letting this pregnant woman to take their seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a father, i know how it felt. burden with a heavy stomach and then, having to balance urself and the pram that occupy another small life, she must be cursing and swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i saw three of the handicap kids, stood up, offer their seats to her. in fact, they pushed the pram for her and helped her to balance herself on the moving train. Gosh! i was really proud of them. they put their bags on the two empty seats, so that the legth of the pram would not blocked anyone and she can seat comfortably. i can really see how appreciative she was, thanking them. when she was seated, everyone was on their awake mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame on you! why does God created abled bodied people with no brain and heart? just wished that God take one of their sense away and replaced them with a good heart. who knows, maybe the world will be a better place then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114788612681443407?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114788612681443407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114788612681443407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114788612681443407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114788612681443407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/05/pay-it-forward-pls.html' title='Pay it forward, pls.....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114742896314610537</id><published>2006-05-12T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:16:03.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had this heavy heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its like having to wait if something bad were to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, the waiting grew to anger and you feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you are getting sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114742896314610537?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114742896314610537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114742896314610537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114742896314610537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114742896314610537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/05/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114573241929236910</id><published>2006-04-23T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:41:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/1600/PICT0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/PICT0002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got sometime to update more then one post. decided to add this one. someone told me that my post has always been heavy. so, this is something that is suppose to be light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pic of my daughter resting on me chest. sweet, huh? this is one of her favourite sleeping position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i post her other favourite position.. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: anyway, didnt mean to post this pic to show u peeps that I got a fair share of chest hair (I dindt know either that I look this sexy)... heheheh.... just that NR just look better in this pic then the rest that I've taken in this position... wink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114573241929236910?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114573241929236910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114573241929236910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114573241929236910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114573241929236910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/04/got-sometime-to-update-more-then-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114572826555558124</id><published>2006-04-23T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:09:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could this happen to me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;been loving a song by Simple Plan for months now. was a yr back when I first started listening to it, but I've never come across the Mtv till earlier on. dunno wat makes me wanna check for the Mtv @ youtube. maybe cos, Zul reminded me that I used to listen to the song so much and was singing it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmmm... firstly, i open up another window and check for its lyrics. as per normal in preparation to sing the correct verse as the song goes. then, i played the song from Utube and began singing along. as the song goes, i was really enchanted by it, till i understand wat the meaning is all about. it never occur to me that I never really understand wat it means nor has it occur to me that i've not watched the mtv before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as i read the verse, singing the sing, i realized that its bout a mistake done that has no point of return. I began to realize also that this verse, "how could this happen to me?" was repeated several times.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It really struck me like lightning and i m awed when people asked themselves why things happen to them when it happened. when things do not go their way, people always asked " how could it happen to me?". When things go on according to plan, they would never seek for Him and thank Him for wat they had gone thru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dun u think that The conversation should be done 5 times a day?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, i m no angel myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i m just so amazed that people do ask this question. in the first place, who are we to question Him? all are fated, and it just so happened that your fate is written as such. Y else u need to ask that question?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehehhe... really dunno y i end up talking bout this when my initial plan is to write bout the Mtv. maybe i m just amazed at wat people do when life took a wrong turn. all of us plan things ahead and they dream that life is perfect. not knowing that there is another sole Being that had actually plan for us, our entire lifetime. like who we met, who we fall in love, break ups and many more. be thankful for everyday that u open up ur eyes and u can stilll see ur parents smiling. be thankful to Him when u reach home safely everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the time being, lets just leave the 5 times aside. lets talk bout the basic things that u are suppose to do first. I mean talking bout the 5 times may offend someone. but talking bout the pure heart is another. I mean its everyone's responsibilities....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, the best thing to do is, just take a minute of ur time sometimes and reflect the things that are left undone, which should be done now..... things that u should do.... look at urself and ask... "How could this happen to me?"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114572826555558124?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114572826555558124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114572826555558124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114572826555558124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114572826555558124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-could-this-happen-to-me.html' title='How Could this happen to me....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114545197988225956</id><published>2006-04-19T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:13:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the First Day of April...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The first of April, some do say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is set apart for All Fools' Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why the people call it so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nor I, nor they themselves do know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But on this day are people sent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On purpose for pure merriment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how this term come about? Well, hearsay, says that it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;originated from France. until the mid sixteenth century, France celebrated new year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the 1st of April. then, in 1562, the Pope introduce Christian calender and the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new year was then changed to the 1st of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of the changes do not reach the rural areas that fast, as you all know, there is no emails then. some people continued to celebrate on April 1. These poor, misinformed souls were referred to as "April Fools" and had tricks played on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was then. this year, at present, I had the trick done on my lil' one. Nadra Raissha. on that day, I brought Nad to the CSC, Cover Looks, for her first make over session, ever. well, sooner or later she would obviously had hers. why not make it sooner? 4 months and 21 days after birth, she had hers. as you can see later, it was professionally taken. make up, hair do's and clothing (model's own). all was perfect. but just to make it official, i would like to state that it is obviously wasn't easy as it seems. it was her first infront of big camera, lighting and the incessant flashes that blind her eyes. I had to carry her from behind and at the same time, cooing her so that she would stay focus and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could never be happy when she smile for the first 5 flashes. then, the agony began. she started to slide down from her pose. she slouched and pouted. as it is, she is not comfortable to be infront of the camera (not her parents traits). we really had a hard time making her smile or at least look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the time that we changed her to her second outfit, she already grew tired of sitting and posing. so we tried the prone position. flowers beside her, doesnt help a bit. she began to smile and the incessant flashes of the cameraman keep on blinding her sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 80 odd takes, it's finally over. after the session, i chose the best of the best poses and these are the pictures. you know wat? that evening, she vomitted and become irritable over trivial matters... the day after, she had her first flu... first for both - make over &amp;amp; flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114545197988225956?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114545197988225956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114545197988225956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114545197988225956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114545197988225956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-first-day-of-april.html' title='On the First Day of April...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114524726557429259</id><published>2006-04-17T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:14:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling rather lethargic lately. just got better from my flu. got it from Nadra. now that the flu bug is gone, I can really got up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for bowling last friday night at csc with the family. and the best part is, i m last when the game is over. waited for almost an hour and the half before we can get a lane. forget that the day was a public holiday in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been really long since i had that kinda fun with the family. been planning to get down to it again. this time round, intended to get two lanes and getting soem frens along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats one plan that need not much planning. another plan is to get a chalet and inviting frens to go down and have a bbq.... or just chilling and relax. thats a notehr that i need to plan for the next few months, other than thatm i think, i live by teh day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114524726557429259?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114524726557429259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114524726557429259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114524726557429259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114524726557429259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/04/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114441455901778022</id><published>2006-04-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:56:54.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Age 2 - the Meltdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys really got to watch this show. I dunno how to describe it, cos i am afraid i might blurt out too much. Its better than part 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/iceage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114441455901778022?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114441455901778022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114441455901778022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114441455901778022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114441455901778022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/04/ice-age-2-meltdown.html' title='Ice Age 2 - the Meltdown'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114441171129811115</id><published>2006-04-07T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:11:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are how you speak...</title><content type='html'>People, reading between the lines does not mean reading those stretches of blank paper between words printed on a page. No, reading between the lines mean a reader goes beyond the surface meaning of the words. Like an onion, the intentions of an author or writer, have to be peeled away, deciphered layer by layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without understanding the intentions of an author, it is impossible to understand what the author is trying to say. I've seen a young girl who put on a T-shirt with the motto "Chick Rule!" printed below a picture of a baby chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to read the shirt properly, which in this case involves understanding the pun on the word "chick", another boy strode along and asked why she likes chicken so much. The girl answered, "I don't really like chickens," which left the poor boy more confused then ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A same word can, in different intentional contexts mean radically different things. It is up to the reader to "break the code" to what the author actually intend to tell you. If you are unable to decipher it, many things could basically just go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to what we say. Once spoken, words cannot be retracted. Words are tools that we've always had access to and have used everyday since we started talking. Because they have always been there and because we use them frequently, we get into verbal ruts. We often talk without thinking first and without being aware of the impact of our own words. Yet they can have a powerful impact - both on others and reflect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dishonouring life, the worst thing that people can do is to be faultfinders. These are people who dwell on all that are wrong in the world and people around them. They whine and complain and moan and create a toxic atmosphere with their negative words. Particularly damaging is when others constantly criticize you, always pointing out what they do wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need the opposite. They need to be recognized and affirmed when they do something good. "We live in an ocean of words, but like the fish in the water, we are often not aware of it." We tend to take words for granted, and often do not think before we say something. We always have to remind ourselves the words are powerful. They have the power to destroy lives, and have the power to elevate lives. Kind words are short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114441171129811115?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114441171129811115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114441171129811115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114441171129811115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114441171129811115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-how-you-speak.html' title='You are how you speak...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114429466930451191</id><published>2006-04-06T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:37:49.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd April. How many more years can I breathe this air. Feel the warm of the sun on my skin, feel the cool breeze on my face. Touch the smooth skin of my wife and the most that I can't really wait is to have the long awaited child in my arms.Well, its been 29 yrs that I was that small and after all the years that had gone by, I think life is still the same for me. never had I imagined that afetr 29 yrs, I would be in this position and situation.Who would imagine that I would have been married, waiting for a child, moving to a new house and hmmmm... I wonder wat else would be in store next.However, without the support and understanding wife, without her encouragement and cheers, without her love and care, without her smile and tears, I dunno where I'll be. IN addition, without the chillers of bitching and comments from all my sisters and good frens... I wouldnt be here.... ...for this posting is for all of those that had entered my life... Million Thanks! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yr ago, this wat was I wrote in teh post. This year, everything has still been the same without any much changes in me. Well, now, at 30, I got a fine daughter, home and most of alll I still got my love ones with me. Never been feeling much happier. Still wanna thank my wifey for all the great years that we've been through. Still wanna thank all my frens for all the support and the time that we had spent to make this life more colourful. It really feels different how fast age catches up on me. I hope that I got another yr to spent so that I can see all the changes as the time flew by... Dearest everyone, Thanks again for entering my life....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114429466930451191?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114429466930451191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114429466930451191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114429466930451191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114429466930451191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/04/3rd-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114372640967895150</id><published>2006-03-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:54:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I will....!</title><content type='html'>Getting married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word marriage brings you the ideal situation of a pre-planned ceremony that elaborates happiness and a joyous occasion. Many of us will be awed by the bride and the groom on that particular day. There is this extraordinary glow on each of their face. Many have mentioned that, it's that special glow that makes them look startling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe so, or is it because every one of us would be so happy on that day, that our smile, in actual fact, makes us look "glowy"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cut the crap. What I am trying to drive at is, not about how beautiful the bride or groom is. In fact, I want to bring you to a place, where the special moment actually begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us would think that this is something that is of insignificant. Do you really know that it makes a big impact on some people? Asking for the hand in marriage is a must for every couple. But, why should it be the guy asking and not just bout anyone of the two? Well, I deem it's because it's the guys that would have to make themselves ready prior to the invitation. Previously, the girls have no say in this. They just tag on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many girls would want this moment to be as romantic as possible. Like a bunch of 99 red roses and the men going down on their knees, presenting them with a nice ring. Looking into her eyes and then popping out the question... "Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys would just take a short cut by asking... "So, when do u want to buy a flat with me?" or just simply "Let's go to HDB tomorrow and apply for a flat." Maybe its not romantic, but it just drive the question straight right to the girls face. Isn't it the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, if that is going to be so unromantic of your boyfriend, do you think you deserve a day at a park with helicopter driving past with a banner tagging, saying "Will you marry me, Anna?" do you think you need all that? Making the headlines with a proposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some thoughts, I would think that by simply popping out the question by surprise without the other party knowing it would just be great. Example, by writing on a piece of sponge "Will you marry me?" and then just stuff it in her pocket, subsequently just ask her for change. Sweet isn’t it? Who would have thought that he is asking for your hand in marriage when all that you as expecting is a birthday gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, there are many ways that you can pop out the question. You just need to be C.R.E.A.T.I.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who? Me? Hah! My wife still thinks that I owe her a proper proposal. What? I sent my mum to propose to yo... The traditional way. You did say yes, didn’t you? I think that is the end of the story. You did say yes and it’s still as sweet as honey. Dun you dare rake it up... *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114372640967895150?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114372640967895150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114372640967895150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114372640967895150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114372640967895150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-i-will.html' title='Yes, I will....!'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114338580141163938</id><published>2006-03-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:52:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equality?</title><content type='html'>wat is ur stand when there are people who treat others like dirt infront of ur face. the best part of it, u can't do anything, cos they own the "dirt"? angry? yup... u can say that, but i would feel disgusted bythe act. recently, i spotted one young family having a stroll at the park. not quite a view. normal family with 2 small kids. father and mother bout 30ish and way behind them is their maid. small, dainty creature but with "huge" burden on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was carrying three bags fully loaded, believed to be of kids stuffs - thermos, milk powder, diapers... bla, bla, bla... well, its the maid, she have to carry those things... anyway, one would say that she was paid for to do all those stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they were strolling past me and decided to "park" themselves in our view. then i noticed something. the maid, was wearing a uniform. this is a sight. not that i've never seen one before, but its been ages ago. you know, the white flowy skirt and the neo-classic shirt with ruffled short sleeves. both piece with blue trimmings? Seen before right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i m sure u have seen it. apart from that, you can clearly see the word "My Maid" and" the Nanny" embossed on the sleeves. I really dun think it is necessary for her to wear that, right? isn't it human nature to feel embarrassed? doesnt this small petite gerl been given a freedom of wat to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, thats not it, as she was far back from her "owner" and seeing that her "owner" was seated on the seat, she struggled along and then... she tripped. three fully loaded bags was strewn on the grass patch. from where i was seated, i can see that she had some cuts on both of her knees and that sweet innocent face was crumpled with agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch! that must be hurting quite bad. automatically, i turn to her "owner". being the man of the family, the man strode along towards her. but instead of helping to pick up their own bags, he kicked one of the bag and it hits her face. then, he pulled her up and scolded her in public view for being clumsy and an added spice of being stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he left her and shouted for her to bring the bags to where they were seated, that instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, where is the justice and the feeling of passion to other humankind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m really perturbed for wat i'd seen and to me, this is really unnecessary for a person to treat another that way. wat if ur boss did the same thing to you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114338580141163938?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114338580141163938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114338580141163938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114338580141163938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114338580141163938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/equality.html' title='Equality?'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114312706304309916</id><published>2006-03-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:17:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being macho is more than being MACHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if the sole purpose for a man in child rearing was to supply sperm, then sperm banks would have replaced families ages ago. the truth is, we all recognise he unique role of a 'daddy'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a study by family researcher once reveal that children with absent dads TEND to have trouble getting along with others. they are also more likely to run away from home, and are at a greater risk of suffering physically, emotionally or sexual abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when you think about it, there must be a reason why it takes both man and a woman to bring a child into this world. each plays a unique upbringing and irreplaceable role in the child's upbringing. how is the dad approach distint from mum's?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've read an article once on how father's impart their greatest life's lessons to their little ones - the man's way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;simply put it, its not really that easy to be a father. we do share the 'burden' or should i say the joy of bringing up your little ones to be someone that both of us wished for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;given a choice, men would love to just leave the bringing up part to the woman, cos its what they do best. but, being men, i believed that men are simple, high energy; they play hard and work hard. men are responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114312706304309916?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114312706304309916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114312706304309916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114312706304309916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114312706304309916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-macho-is-more-than-b_114312706304309916.html' title='Being macho is more than being MACHO...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114232196730953146</id><published>2006-03-14T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:45:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>versus - Vs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been meaning to write bout this few days ago, but totally forget bout it till today. on that fateful night, i had dinner-cum-supper at a 'lepakz' place (my fav hangouts) along Bt Timah. was there with wifey, Nadra Raissha and some close ones (u know who they are from my prev posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then, there come a part when we were arguing bout this word. i am really taken a back when she do not know wat it really means. Not really meaning to make it sound bad, but... am really sure that her English could make her travel to US without any prob. but... ehem.... wat happen??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, its the difference, between, mutton and beef...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wat could be so difficult, right? hmmm... u will be surprise when u get to know this. a study around the world proved that 47.83% of the whole English-spoken population are confused when they ordered food with this 2 meat stuffs in the ingredients. knowing that mutton are sheep's meat, why is there a necessity to have lamb chop too...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for some unknown reason, the one who invented the word "lamb" actually intended to differentiate the meat of an older sheep and the young ones. So, when u got to the "mama" shop and ordered lamb chop, it actually comes in a slice form of meat and mutton chop comes in the ground version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;beef. it actually comes from a cow and come in many cuts. each portion of a cow gives a different name to the cut and normally cooked in a different ways, due to its tenderness. to name u a few, sirloin, tenderloin, chunk, round, plate, rib, bisket and shank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nevertheless, the term which makes people confuse are of the same kind. below are the definition that may assist you to get the right food on ur table when ordered. bare in mind... *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MUTTON [mutton] flesh of mature sheep prepared as food (as opposed to the flesh of young sheep, which is known as lamb). Mutton is deep red with firm, white fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BEEF [beef] flesh of a cow prepared for food. comes in different cut that gives a different name. beef is red deep raw meat, seldom comes with fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114232196730953146?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114232196730953146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114232196730953146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114232196730953146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114232196730953146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/versus-vs.html' title='versus - Vs'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114200098645976485</id><published>2006-03-10T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:29:46.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing precious things....</title><content type='html'>Do u know wat it feels like to lose a very precious thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat would be the best thing to do to recover it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat if that precious thing can't be replace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to many of us, losing something precious might bring grief or it can also mean that it would be the end of the world. but to another, losing precious things in life are something to be learnt and to take it into stride. it only mean that you have to learn from that mistake and not lose another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if losing something would mean that you have to go thru highs and lows to retrieve it, go beyond the norms and to do something out of the ordinary, would anyone do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing precious things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example someone dear to you. lets set a common name.... Nonoi. how do u think her biological father or someone that love her most would feel or go thru, knowing that she is gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its were me, i would be Regretful. total regret of not able to protect and not able to fulfill my duty to protect and relinquish all pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat would he do to have her back in his arms, knowing that it would never happen? if he can do one tiny bit of action just to have her back, do u think he would? i would. i would do everything that i could just to have my precious baby back to me. i would go beyond the norms. i would want to have her back to me by replacing my life. i would say things that i m suppose to convey. i would not have kept it in me. millions of things that i would do even if i have to fight with my life.... millions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, isnt it too late to do that? you have lost that tiny precious thing that you had brought to this world. ur first. and yet not able to take care of it. wat were u thinking? u think that by just telling people around you would be sufficient? your words are not to be trusted anymore and thus, u are as good as dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever things that you would do, wont be enuff to bring that tiny bit of life. nothing would be good enuff even if u jump from the highest building. even if u succumb urself to the devil. it wont be of any use, cos ur words are nothing to the people around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would u feel? i would feel lost. not wanted. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regret is too late....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114200098645976485?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114200098645976485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114200098645976485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114200098645976485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114200098645976485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/losing-precious-things_10.html' title='Losing precious things....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114190078042539953</id><published>2006-03-09T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:07:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/640/hallie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/hallie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very close to my 2 sisters. They are another reason that makes my world turn and churn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, both of them had achieve something that oth of them really wanted. I can't help but to be happy to for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there is nothing of a big deal, but I guess, its better than nothing... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(its a big deal to our family, though... Very big and getting bigger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who knows wat I am talking about, just keep it to yourself. Its not the time to tell yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look out for it in the future. Who knows, I might be telling you wat they had achieve... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shrug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114190078042539953?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114190078042539953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114190078042539953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114190078042539953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114190078042539953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-very-close-to-my-2-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114178513265900955</id><published>2006-03-08T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:12:22.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/640/PICT0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/PICT0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/640/PICT0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/977/320/PICT0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest pics of my gerl. She's four months today.Has really been a total mess trying to adapt to having a daughter in my life. However.  she has been a totally good gerl making life simple for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really fun to have her around. This morning at 6a.m, she puked on me. That was just minutes after wifey finished her feeding. It made a mess on my bed, pillow and even on her. Then after, she smiled at me when she is done with throwing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just melts my heart. Cant even bear to be angry. After cleaning up the bed, pillow and herself (including me), she slept on me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant explain the feeling. If there is anyone out there wondering wat it is to have a lil' one, I'll actually urge you to have one urself. I really cant explain the feeling of being one. Its too much of emotional process going on... trust me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114178513265900955?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114178513265900955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114178513265900955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114178513265900955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114178513265900955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-latest-pics-of-my-gerl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114161924966276257</id><published>2006-03-06T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:32:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m so sad and frustrated at the same time upon hearing the story of the lil' missing gerl that was on hot profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine the pain that she gone thru moments before she was murdered by someone that she had put her whole trust in. imagine the agony, betrayal and imagine her looks just moments before dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could anyone, sane, could ever hear inflict pain to an innocent kid? wat was going thru his mind when he inflict such pain? wat going thru his mind, when he drag the body of the gerl, while doing leopard crawl under the bridge in the darkness? i'm baffled by the courage that he has inflicting the pain to someone's child. wat right does he has to take away the promising future that the kid has, all planned out for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole incident opens up my mind but the pain just cease to go away. it left a scar and makes me think twice of letting anyone to take care of my lil' one. even for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i'll meet that bloody bastard and shall spit on his face. he is the most hatred person in my list now. if anyone of u wants a share of it, tell me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114161924966276257?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114161924966276257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114161924966276257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114161924966276257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114161924966276257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-m-so-sad-and-frustrated-at-same-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114130133288917832</id><published>2006-03-02T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:08:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hail... Hallie....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;from ur humble bro...&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/11849188-114130133288917832?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114130133288917832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114130133288917832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114130133288917832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114130133288917832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/hail.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114126170899163077</id><published>2006-03-02T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:59:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a night... I've never been scared nor have I been worried this much before. It was really unexpected. Everything that people says keeps playing inmy mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to take note, things to do before and after, and wat to expect. But, i guess i m strong enuff to face the truth, until it hits me, WHAM! right smack on my face. it really hurts to see it happens to your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, I guess, its a growing up process. i calm myself and keep my posture right. Putting up a brave front was no easy thing to do. especially when you got worried mothers infront of you. the heat and moaning is a killer to my mind. never can i face the fact that it struck like lightning and stings like a bee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i got to give up for another worried mother and step back as the ladies, do their job. ladies really know wat to do when it comes to such knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning, everything goes back to normal, or so it seems. i guess, i got to wait and see if all that worries and frantic search for peace are back as it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give me fever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114126170899163077?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114126170899163077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114126170899163077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114126170899163077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114126170899163077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/03/phew-wat-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114084439403736561</id><published>2006-02-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:13:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cradle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;This song is wifey's favourite. Manage to get hold of it and tot of sharing it with you. its a romantic song and i grew to like it. dun look at the videoclip. just listen. the gerls singing this song doesnt give me much impression, other then 'miang'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cradle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I will rock you like a baby, I will cradled in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you safe from danger, shelter you from harm&lt;br /&gt;There will never be another lover, who treats you like I do&lt;br /&gt;We can drift into forever, on a love thats made for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say this loves not special&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever think it's not essential, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only thinkin of you, hopin' you were thinkin of me&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts beating just like one, agaisnt the world, baby&lt;br /&gt;I am always dreamin of you, hopin' you are dreamin' of me&lt;br /&gt;I could never live, one day without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss you like an angel, baby, cradled in my wings&lt;br /&gt;I will take you up to heaven, show you precious things&lt;br /&gt;If you promise that you love me, if you promise that you care&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for you always, and forever this I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say this loves not special&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever think it's not essential, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only thinkin of you, hopin' you were thinkin of me&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts beating just like one, agaisnt the world, baby&lt;br /&gt;I am always dreamin of you, hopin' you are dreamin' of me&lt;br /&gt;I could never live, one day without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you say you want a love, but you dont think you believe it&lt;br /&gt;Just open up your heart, and you know you will recieve it, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say this loves not special&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever think it's not essential, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only thinkin of you, hopin' you were thinkin of me&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts beating just like one, agaisnt the world, baby&lt;br /&gt;I am always dreamin of you, hopin' you are dreamin' of me&lt;br /&gt;I could never live, one day without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only, I was only, I was only thinkin' of you&lt;br /&gt;I was only, I was only, I was only thinkin' of you&lt;br /&gt;I was only, I was only, I was only thinkin' of you&lt;br /&gt;I was only, I was only, I was only thinkin', oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114084439403736561?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114084439403736561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114084439403736561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114084439403736561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114084439403736561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/cradle.html' title='Cradle'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114080647483599896</id><published>2006-02-25T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T02:41:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decide ur decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone has come across a predicament or some sort. feeling of two minds or two hearts. feeling of confusion. having to make decision is always difficult. having to decide to one of the decision is worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that everyone have to make decision? why is it that after making decision, we will regret? isnt life cruel to make everyone decide on wat to do? as it is, life is already cruel as nothing is fair in this world. why has it come to another stage of cruelity, adding burden to life itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess, its how life works. just adding cruelity and thus, making everyone onthe move. i really wonder if there is anyone who doesnt have any prob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel that its difficult having to choose. afraid to make the wrong decision. wat if the decision that i'd made, is not the right one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, watever it is, God is there to guide us. i was driving just now and come across a song by Aman Shah (huh? who? its an old singer lah - maybe not ur time). its all bout decision. to make it happen or not. part of the lyrics goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" di makan aku mabuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di buang rasa sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di minum bagai racun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di simpan ku tak senang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di tinggalkan ku takut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nanti di ambil orang... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if ever that i m in that position, i think i rather walk away from everything and just - die! wat would life be, if both decision that i make will just hurt me in one way or another? its all about the unknown future that make us think. the "wat ifs" in life has never fail to mesmerize me. if ever that i were to die or i died in having to choose on those decision, then my unrest soul would wonder aimlessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;pls.... pls dun make me decide....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114080647483599896?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114080647483599896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114080647483599896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114080647483599896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114080647483599896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/decide-ur-decision.html' title='Decide ur decision'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114066284403770818</id><published>2006-02-23T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:02:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My oh my..... Been loving this song since before the year 2000 but unable to get the song lyric nor the song, itself. Was just passing by u-tube and tadddaaaa! the song is just there infront of my yes. I d/loaded it for ur pleasure too. It's a theme song for a Japanese TV serial bout forbidden love between a school teacher in her 20's and a rebellious male student in his teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In every episode, there are always hurdles that try to stop them from going further into the relationship. but, as their love for each other is strong, they manage to get thru it. As it is, in a marriage for the Japanese, if the wife is older is already a taboo, wat more, now, its love between a teacher and her student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;U guys got to watch it if u can. Lucky for me, I already got the whole set of the drama series from the CD store. Grab yours. it's in Japanese, but u can find the translated dialog in the net. Plenty of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the Lyric of the song and the translated verson, MTV, plus, the URL too.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=ZYLrCIXz6hM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Click Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;********* FirstLove~utada Hikaru **********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saigou no KISU wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TABAKO no flavor ga shita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NIGAkute setsunai kaori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ashita no imagoro ni wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anata wa doko ni iru n darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dare wo omotterun darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are always gonna be my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ll remember to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You taught me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are always gonna be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ima wa mada kanashii love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Atarashi uta utaeru made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tachidomaru jikan ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ugokidasou to shiteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wasuretakunai koto bakari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ashita no imagoro ni wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watashi wa kitto naiteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anata wo omotterun darou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will always be inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope that I have a place in your heart too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now and forever you are still the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ima wa mada kanashii love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Atarashii uta utaeru made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are always gonna be my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ll remember to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You taught me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are always gonna be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ima wa mada kanashii love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now &amp;amp; forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once in a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think about the days that we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i dream that these would all come back to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If only you knew every moment in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing goes on in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just like your memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How I want here to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will always gonna be the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come into my life again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, don't say no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will always gonna be the one in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So true, I believe i can never find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somebody like you my first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once in awhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your are in my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can feel the warmth of your embrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I pray that it will all come back to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If only you knew every moment in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing goes on in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just like your memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And how I want here to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yah yah yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will always be inside my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come into my life again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please don't say no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now and forever you are still the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So true, I believe I could never find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somebody like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will always gonna be the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come into my life again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, don't say no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will always gonna be the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I believe I could never find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now and forever &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/11849188-114066284403770818?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114066284403770818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114066284403770818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114066284403770818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114066284403770818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114031722918332915</id><published>2006-02-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:07:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/PICT0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just sharing with you guys of our pix to our weekend getaway.&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/11849188-114031722918332915?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114031722918332915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114031722918332915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114031722918332915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114031722918332915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-sharing-with-you-guys-of-our-pix.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114027438265620154</id><published>2006-02-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:53:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/PICT0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the most recent pic of my daughter. the one and only other woman that brings joy and passion to life. Wonder if she will grow up to be like me..... hmmm....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114027438265620154?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114027438265620154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114027438265620154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114027438265620154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114027438265620154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-most-recent-pic-of-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-114023442661041915</id><published>2006-02-18T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:47:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am changing my blogskin, but my daughter is calling for me... will update it as soon as possible. so many things to change and add....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-114023442661041915?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/114023442661041915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=114023442661041915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114023442661041915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/114023442661041915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113980972934383355</id><published>2006-02-13T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:25:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated for Anonymous2</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry peeps, but it seems that there is someone who has really been a pest and started to eat on my blog. First and foremost, the person was not welcome and least invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, after eating my blog, the peron shi#s in it! Disgusting people are all around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff said to that brat. Anyway, I m on my way to change me skins.... got lots of idea but dunno how to start... LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113980972934383355?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113980972934383355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113980972934383355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113980972934383355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113980972934383355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/dedicated-for-anonymous2.html' title='Dedicated for Anonymous2'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113972699185348177</id><published>2006-02-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:26:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoubtingTheTrust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are some characteristics of trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The ability to let others know your feelings, emotions and reactions, and having the confidence in them to respect you and to not take advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to share feelings and thoughts with others with the belief that they will not spread them indiscriminately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Having confidence in others abilities to be supportive and reinforcing of you despite your weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The ability to make mistakes and still be supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The internal sense of acceptance you have of others with whom you are able to share private information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The sense of well being in the presence of the other person, that nothing can disrupt the bond between you and the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The ability to let others into your life so that you and they can create a relationship built on an understanding of mutual respect, caring, and concern to assist one another in growing and working together independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;When we trust someone, either personally or professionally, we are willing to enter into a relationship with them. When trust is present we are willing to conduct ourselves differently, engage in a wider range of actions, and be more open to a variety of experiences. The degree to which we trust someone has a major bearing on the type and relationship we will form with him or her. Each of us knows many people. But our trusting relationships are typically limited to a much smaller group of individuals. We exist within a network of relationships, and the quality of these relationships determines the sense of satisfaction, achievement, enjoyment and fulfillment we give ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;We learn through our experiences in both positive and negative relationships. Positive relationships provide much of the quality life offers. Much of our discontent comes from not having the relationships that are important to us. Because of past trust experiences some people find it more difficult than others to develop trusting relationships. Trust allows relationships to develop and flourish. If trust erodes, the relationship deteriorates. Doubts around trust can color our thinking about the other person, which has a negative impact on the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Some people have greater difficulty forming trusting relationships. Some reasons may include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Experiencing a high degree of mental, physical or emotional abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Having many incidences of being put down for who they are or what they believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Having been hurt in the past and unwilling to risk being hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Experienced the loss of a loved one through death. The individual gets so caught up in unresolved grief that they are unable to open themselves up to others, fearing they will be left alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Having lived in an environment that was emotionally and/or physically unpredictable and volatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Experienced a great deal of pain at the hands of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Having low self-esteem and not believing that they are deserving of the attention, care, and concern of anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;It is not uncommon for a person to lose hope when things are not going well in their life. When faced with difficulties and problems we feel fearful and helpless, we become over-whelmed, and it doesn't take long for a sense of hopelessness to set in. Focusing on our own real or perceived limitations and inability to change the condition of our life results in feeling stuck and paralyzed. Fear makes us lose hope, which then leads to a loss of confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Generally, our fears create doubts in our mind about our ability to handle that particular situation, and so we start feeling helpless... the problem seems too big for us to cope with. Since fears lead to doubts, we doubt everything and everyone. These fears and doubts eat at us. Fears and doubts are progressive in nature... if unchecked they keep getting from bad to worse. This combination of negative thoughts and feelings build on each other and take us spiraling down. At this point we cannot trust ourselves or anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fears --&gt; Doubts --&gt; Loss of Trust/Faith --&gt; Loss of Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hopelessness is one of the criteria for diagnosing Depression. When hopelessness sets in a person does not know which way to turn, what to do and how to get out of it. Nothing, absolutely nothing seems to help alleviate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Something has to shift within us to make us feel hopeful again. Something that is buried so deep that we don't have access to it, or lose our hold on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Having said that, I believe that all of us has doubt on the person taht we trust. However, the degree of doubts that we had must be controlled in order to make the relationship work. To certain extend, at times, you got to believe in your other half to what he is doing. If your other half loves you much, he/she will know that the trust that he earned are precious and so, are you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113972699185348177?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113972699185348177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113972699185348177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113972699185348177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113972699185348177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/doubtingthetrust.html' title='DoubtingTheTrust...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113955063836102505</id><published>2006-02-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:14:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whereRyou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is a story that happen to someone but i guess this story is just as good when i relate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" there is this person that i always email. we email to each other almost everyday. when i reach home, i will email him everything taht happened to me that day. though distant set us apart, we know what happen to each other better than our best frens does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this has been going on secretly, without anyone's knowledge for the past few years. u know, the feeling of closenest between us has bloom to a perfect circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one day, he told me that he needs to go back home to meet his mum and thus, he would not be emailing me for few days. i disticntly remember that it was nearing to the hari raya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;came the day that i've been waiting for... day for me to tell him of stories from far days. stories that i m sure will thrill him. stories that we can keep up with conversation thru mails.... stories.... stories.... stories.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmm... he's late on replying this time.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;late again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;late again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;late.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Darn....! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where is he? been a week late. could he been kidnapped or was he busy with his exams? knowing that he is into law, maybe he needs to concentrate on his bar exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weeks past.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;months..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;months..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;months.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no reply to his email... still kept his last email... wait for me to return, need to tell u wat happened back home in kampung. promise to send u the pictures.... promise to wait ok? i'll email lesser though, cos exams coming.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last word.... "coming".... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but his email doesnt come for months... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clink on .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;email rebounce...? wat happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now, its been bout 2 yrs that i last heard from him. random email attempts, all failed. maybe he has closed the account during exams and now, he should be a reknown lawyer or at least apprentice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmm... &lt;&lt;ideas&gt;&gt; lets just try and find his name in the internet. who knows, he might have a web page for his practice. heheheh! i wanna shock him and call him this time instead. he must have been making monies and forget bout me. how could he..... heheheh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Search : Yusnizam Yem&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;result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5ajvHuxDBzoAKMjjPwx.;_ylu=X3oDMTBjcWlmbGY5BGwDV1MxBHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=146p88ci6/EXP=1139634287/**http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2003&amp;dt=1202&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Express&amp;sec=Home_News&amp;amp;pg=hn_08.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Utusan Malaysia Online - Home News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5ajvHuxDBzoAKcjjPwx.;_ylu=X3oDMTBjcWlmbGY5BGwDV1MxBHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=146p88ci6/EXP=1139634287/**http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2003&amp;dt=1202&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Express&amp;sec=Home_News&amp;amp;pg=hn_08.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Utusan Online - The Malaysian top news provider in English ... victim as Yusnizam Yem, 22, of Jalan ... Yusnizam, a Universiti Malaya (UM) student, suffered ...utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2003&amp;...&amp;amp;sec=Home_News&amp;pg=hn_08.htm - 24k -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5ajvHuxDBzoAKsjjPwx.;_ylu=X3oDMTA2bTQ0OXZjBHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=19oh1u9n4/EXP=1139634287/**http://66.94.231.168/search/cache?p=yusnizam+yem&amp;y=Malaysia&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&amp;toggle=1&amp;amp;u=www.utusan.com.my/utusan/conte%20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5ajvHuxDBzoAK8jjPwx.;_ylu=X3oDMTA2bTQ0OXZjBHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=155c2s16f/EXP=1139634287/**http://malaysia.search.yahoo.com/search?p=yusnizam+yem&amp;toggle=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;meta=0&amp;amp;fl=0&amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&amp;amp;vst=0&amp;amp;vs=www.utu%20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;More pages from this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;click&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Undergrad killed in crash caused by "road-crossing" cows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;KUALA TERENGGANU Dec 1 - An undergraduate was killed when the car he was travelling in hit a tree after the vehicle tried to evade several cows which suddenly crossed the road at Km 129, Jalan Kuala Terengganu-Kemaman, Kampung Meraga Beris, Kijal in Kemaman Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;State Traffic Police Chief ASP Abdul Hamid Che Ahmad identified the victim as Yusnizam Yem, 22, of Jalan Cempaka 15, Kuala Ibai here. Yusnizam, a Universiti Malaya (UM) student, suffered severe head injuries and died while being sent to Kijal health clinic, said Abdul Hamid when contacted here Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yusnizam's sister, Nor Syareena, 20, was admitted to Kuala Terengganu Hospital (HKT) while another sibling, Yusniza, 24, who drove the car, suffered light cuts. Abdul Hamid said the accident occurred at about 7.10 am when the three siblings were about to return to Kuala Lumpur after spending Hari Raya in Kuala Ibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.that explain all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113955063836102505?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113955063836102505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113955063836102505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113955063836102505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113955063836102505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/whereryou.html' title='whereRyou?'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113919820886501368</id><published>2006-02-06T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:58:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhoisThis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;There are 2 different types of people who blogged. There is one type who likes to flaunt their writings only to their close ones. There are those who only flaunt their writings to public and thus, not making it known to their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I came across someone who approached me and asked why I failed to update my blog as frequently as I use too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really feel awkward when a stanger approached you and acted like she had known me for ages. Even funnier when she discuss bout wat i had written in my blog and started asking questions pertaining to it. I felt so uncomfortable when she began to tell me wat she felt and for reasons like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she should do is, for her to approached and tell me thst she had read my blog and that she is a fren of who's who. At least, I can link her to someone and I dun feel that my privacy has been outraged! Well, at least that give me time to adjust my tot for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one thing, pls tag me, so I know who I will meet next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113919820886501368?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113919820886501368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113919820886501368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113919820886501368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113919820886501368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/whoisthis.html' title='WhoisThis?'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113885064326117904</id><published>2006-02-02T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:42:28.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This sin is an unacceptable desire to possess what others possess - this can include material objects (like cars) but it can also include character traits, like a positive outlook on life or patience. This is regarded as a sin because, through envying others, we both fail to be happy for them and we fail to actually make the effort to improve ourselves. Thomas Aquinas wrote that envy "...is contrary to charity, whence the soul derives its spiritual life... Charity rejoices in our neighbor's good, while envy grieves over it." Tradition has it that those guilty of Envy will spend their time in Hell sitting in freezing water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Envy is linked with the dog and the color green.&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/11849188-113885064326117904?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113885064326117904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113885064326117904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113885064326117904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113885064326117904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-envy.html' title='4. Envy'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113807433791938189</id><published>2006-01-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:45:07.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Been a real mess up with people around me. Been having this uncontrollably confusion state of mind. I dunno if its a season just because of the weather, but this messy mixed feelings of people around me just get me into toll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I also am tired emotionally and physically seeing the mixed feeling of anger, love, confusion, hatred and many more that I myself and getting into the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know that I should be concentrating on one thing but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;if only everyone can see how transparent it is that I m having this big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;burden on my two shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've always potray this smiley face but deep inside who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Watever it is, I just wanna get out of this turmoil. I'm fighting against myself and it really hurts so bad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nevertheless, its just a feelings that I think no one can ever hide. Ever got such feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its normal for everyone to have this feeling taht they wanna break free from&lt;br /&gt;everything. If u must know, this feelings could never ever be achieve if u do not have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;determination to just make everyday a "pay day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I come across this lovely song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maybe it might help. It does help me to soothe down my nasty backache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Try to see if it helps to cure ur heartache....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Click the "Play" button to listen to the song  ------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'd Rather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i thought sometime alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;was what we really needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you said this time would hurt more than it helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but I couldn't see thatI thought it was the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;of a beautiful story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and so I left the one I loved at home to be alone(alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and I tried to find out if this one thing is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that I'm nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and I've had a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than good times with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than safe and warm by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than to have it easy apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;whoo-oo-oo-oo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And then I met someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and thought she could replace you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we got a long just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we wasted time because she was not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we had a lot of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;though we knew we were faking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;love was not impressed with our connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;they were all lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;all liess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm here cause I found this one thing is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that I'm nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and I've had a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than good times with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than safe and warm by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than to have it easy apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can't blame you if you turn away from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;like I've done you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can only prove the things I say with time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;please be mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with(please be mine) you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than good times with someone else(I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm(anytime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;,than safe and warm by myself(so sure baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times to gether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;,than to have it easy apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart(my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you(surely),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than good times with someone else(surely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm(oh yeah),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than safe and warm by myself(all by myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;than to have it easy apart(you know it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;whoooo.....who holds my heart&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/11849188-113807433791938189?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113807433791938189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113807433791938189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113807433791938189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113807433791938189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/01/been-real-mess-up-with-people-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pride, also sometimes known as Vanity, is simply the excessive belief in your own abilities. This is a sin in that it causes you to fail to give adequate credit to God and God's powers - God made you and God created the world. Pride is also about competition with others and failing to give them credit - thus, if someone's Pride bothers you much, that means that you are also guilty of Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often argued that all of the other sins ultimately stem from Pride in one way or another. Thomas Aquinas, for example, wrote that "inordinate self-love is the cause of every sin ...the root of pride is found to consist in man not being, in some way, subject to God and His rule." Pride is linked with the horse and the color violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to tradition, those guilty of Pride will be "broken on the wheel" in Hell. Hahahah!&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/11849188-113791226134375501?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113791226134375501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113791226134375501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113791226134375501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113791226134375501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-pride.html' title='3. Pride'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113765401063966807</id><published>2006-01-19T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:00:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. Defined as the wasting of food, either through overindulgence (food, drink or intoxicants), the misplaced desire for food for its sensuality, or the withholding of food from the needy and also the desire to overindulge one's self (and not just food, but other goods as well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Even though gluttony is one of the original sins of our society it was at certain times accepted. This was especially true in the preliterate, tribal societies. Most physical activity done by the tribal people was in effort to produce or gather food. Despite all of the hard work there were still many uncontrollable factors such as drought that meant that hunger was a common experience for the people. Therefore when there were short periods of relative plenty due to good growing conditions gluttony was a common and accepted practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was even valued for the tribal societies because if they were to not indulge themselves when large quantities of food were available they would waste food and also more deaths due to starvation would result. Evidence for this can be found in the essay "An Anthropological Approach to the Problems of Obesity" by Hortense Powdermaker where a South African tribal expression is, "We shall eat until our bellies swell out and we can no longer stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113765401063966807?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113765401063966807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113765401063966807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113765401063966807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113765401063966807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-gluttony.html' title='2. Gluttony'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113704045823769253</id><published>2006-01-12T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:34:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Reminising the wonder years that had passed, often makes people smile. it never fails to open up the pandora box and reveak the truth many years later. more often then not, the wonderful time that we had experienced bring us joy and it will haunt ur lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Was minding my own business @ work when i come across a song from my fren's mobile. it sure brings back the memories of the golden years. time when the "mat"s and "minah"s rules the mall... they called themselves the " Marina Kidz". Donning oversized sneakers, with its toungue jutting out and laces of stiking colours, these kids loved to congregate outside the malls in big numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Target... anyone who puts on a cap with logos which are not to their liking - the opposition. Six9ers, LA Lakers, Hornets and Chicago Bulls are some of the names that I can recall. fancy naming ur group after basketball and baseball teams, huh! then, maybe, its lacking of crativity for their group names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Imagine yourself being wallop just because u r wearing a cap that does not belong to their group... hehehe! Kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hmmm.... that was my era anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This song is in that era. i shallnot reveal how i dressed and which group i belongs to, but i m sure that i m not the "mat rockers" with "ding dong" hair and tight jeans... chill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seribu Bayangan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kau masih menduga sehingga kini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Andai ku bersenda dengan teka teki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seribu bayangan aku gambarkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Masih lagi kau tak mengerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sedalamnya lautan tingginya bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bisa disentuh dengan pengetahuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sepahitnya henpedu bisa ditelan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jika itulah penawarnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inikan pula perasaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yang lahir dari jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dan kita sama sama merasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Denyut kasihnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bukan sengaja aku merahsiakan cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tapi curiga kau kan tersalah sangka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kerana kita rasa bangga bila dipuja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dan rasa keji bila dihina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kerana kita menolak segala bencana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br)&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dan asyik bergembira dengan nikmatnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sedangkan semua ini adalah takdirNya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dan kita harus bersyukur sentiasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bukannya teka teki gurauan hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sekadar melindung kasih yang tersembunyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bukan mudah mencari kasih abadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dalam terang ia sembunyi&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/11849188-113704045823769253?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113704045823769253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113704045823769253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113704045823769253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113704045823769253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2006/01/reminising-wonder-years-that-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113569503622238321</id><published>2005-12-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:10:34.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Peeps.... all of the sudden, i got all the time in the world to write my first series of 7 posts, and now, this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share with u guys the joy of parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, its hell break lose trying to catch up on your sleep. ur daily chores and even ur routine toilet break at home has been affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once you see the smile or even the single sound that ur child make, everything seems to be just in the back of ur mind. ur meal wont taste as good, ur sleep wont be as warm and ur day just stand still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is Nadra Raissha's appointment and her second injection day. She had gained 2 more kg and, well, all her senses are made right. she is just another little gerl that u will meet on the street in yrs to cum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share her recent picture taken with my mobile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come, come scroll down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/NR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113569503622238321?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113569503622238321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113569503622238321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113569503622238321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113569503622238321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/12/peeps_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113569356633346316</id><published>2005-12-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:27:00.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Many world religions say greed is the stuff the other deadly sins are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;this sin is more then about money, food, and wealth. neither is it for power solely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The real problem here is more the desire for power than the actual greed. A common thread for sin in general is that it is often borne out of fear. A fear of helplessness or loss of control can turn into a lust for power as a way of preventing an undesirable situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;many of us would think that greed comes from within, but neither of us would have tot that everyone has greed in us, no matter how small the amount is. well, its a deadly sin should you develop it for profitable cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be boiled alive in oil. Bear in mind that it's the finest, most luxurious boiling oil that money can buy, but it's still boiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Associated symbols &amp; suchlike: Greed is linked with the frog and the color yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;to know how greedy you are, or if u have the tendency of doing so, pls click on the link below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/section/quiz/index.asp?sectionID=&amp;amp;surveyID=178"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.beliefnet.com/section/quiz/index.asp?sectionID=&amp;amp;surveyID=178&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113569356633346316?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113569356633346316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113569356633346316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113569356633346316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113569356633346316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/12/greed.html' title='Greed'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113569180722224919</id><published>2005-12-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:57:25.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;before i start on the series of blogging, i would like to explain to u, peeps that the topic is related to the 7 deadly sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;why am i talking bout the deadly sins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;well, i m not promoting or defying religion. its just that me and some colleagues were talking bout this topic. unfortunately, none of us knows wat are the deadly sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;this topic are just for the talks off... exchanging views and not more than that.... pls bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;wondering why its seven and not other numbers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;After three, seven is the number of greatest religious significance in ancient Judaism. God made the world in six days and rested on the seventh, hallowing it. The number seven consequently had connotations of completeness or perfection. It was also significant in the Ancient World, associated with the seven planets, the seven ages of man and the Seven Wonders of the World. Given its prominence in Jewish and Antique thought, it is not surprising that it retained its significance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've got all of it drafted out, waiting to be published...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;visit us soon, aight?&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/11849188-113569180722224919?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113569180722224919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113569180722224919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113569180722224919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113569180722224919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-i-start-on-series-of-blogging-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113522673237611888</id><published>2005-12-22T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:50:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;peeps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do a series of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a set of blogging that comes in seven parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look out for it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113522673237611888?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113522673237611888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113522673237611888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113522673237611888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113522673237611888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/12/peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113273170878953777</id><published>2005-11-23T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:32:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i really wanted to write something that could trigger something out from someone. but here, as i was bout to make a statement, i moved a step back. i felt that if i were to write bout it, it might come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know how it is sometimes, when u got to say something but u think again. i must say that i m never the sort that would think of the consequences of saying things to anyone, but its this topic that made me think. maybe age has catch up on me or in fact been running after me, making me more wiser and more mature to think of the future. but again, some people still wont believe me when i say that i m 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets not blame the age thingy. i knew of someone who is younger and yet he could be very mature in suggesting or giving out opinion. is it upbringing or just the mentality of individuals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess wats meant to be said should just be kept in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just would like to point out this crazy habit of people. being hypocrite. isnt it suppose to be a habit of the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it people now are doing it again and again? recently, i was made to put up an act of not knowing a thing when a fren did something that he never was. i do feel disgusted by wat he did, but again, i cant say a thing cos if i did, it might blew his cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant everyone be who tehy are and be contented, rather then being someone who u r not and put a pretence. its a wannabe thingy isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh! only when the world ceased to be round that this things will stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i once said to a fren... until the day the ocean doesnt touch the sand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know who u r... wink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113273170878953777?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113273170878953777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113273170878953777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113273170878953777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113273170878953777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-really-wanted-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113264384140917350</id><published>2005-11-22T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:32:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its been really a long time that I've been chattering in this post, devulging wat I had in mind. It really feels different now that I began all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, been really busy with the house lately. filling it up with appliances and getting started on food, apparatus and getting to accustomed that the third switch is for the toilet light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that moving house is easy. Right when the house is ready for dwelling, me and family are all excited to stay in a different environment. Esp my wifey and family. they have been staying in the northern side of Singgy for the rest of their life and bringing them to the west is rather too weird for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we are settling down, its time to fast for the whole month and the Hari Raya part is funny in the new house. I really dunnno wat to clean as everything is new and sparkling clean. and we dun make ketupat as we really do not have the mood to celebrate Hari raya, thinking that my wife will give birth on the eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is the waiting game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not on the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the day after.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our head, we are all hoping that the baby will be due real soon as we really pity her..... all the signs of labour is there, but the water bag is not puncturing. Hehehehe! I just feel like putting in my hand and help the baby to burst it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the fourth day, the baby is ready to go out. Gosh! To every men out there, its a must see experience. u will really treasure ur wifey and all of the woman in this world. I really cant explain the pleasure and other mix feeling of joy that engulfed me on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, i will sit and discuss bout it to u.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113264384140917350?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113264384140917350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113264384140917350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113264384140917350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113264384140917350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-really-long-time-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-113185472311592393</id><published>2005-11-13T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T12:05:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me just get straight to the point.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly, I introduce to u peeps my gerl.... Nadra Raissha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/Raissha.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/Nadra.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-113185472311592393?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/113185472311592393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=113185472311592393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113185472311592393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/113185472311592393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-me-just-get-straight-to-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112792284372199314</id><published>2005-09-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:54:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadcast Message</title><content type='html'>Peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be busy packing and shifting to our new house... So, for now we will not be posting or replying to any of your tags... But, we'll be back hopefully by next week to keep all of you updated... Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najie and Wifey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112792284372199314?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112792284372199314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112792284372199314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112792284372199314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112792284372199314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/broadcast-message.html' title='Broadcast Message'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112775352561510810</id><published>2005-09-27T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:28:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the deadly seven sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/Number7Lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/Number7Lg.jpg" align="right" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afadz, as requested, these are the answers that I am thinking right now. I believe, seven are lucky numbers for some, while bad luck for others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Number 7 represent that u have more then enuff. Let me tell u this. a survey once said that those who thinks that 7 is one of their lucky number, it represent taht they are easily contented. This species of people normally do not hesitate to show their rights over matter. These people are also the fun lot when it comes to partying. On another hand, they are the selfish lot that only thinks about themselves and that being overly contented that they are, these people care less bout others when it comes to serious matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another hand, for those who believe that 7 is a bad luck sign, there is only 2 word to help them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at a juncture when i was writing the above paragraphs, i was not sure if what I had written poses and impact to certain people of if anyone would belive in wat I said. just to clarify matters, I just wanna tell u that all above is just crappy.just using my power of convince. there is no lucky or bad luck numbers.... Hehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lets move on..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that (will) scare me :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. to live alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. to be a bad example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. to be lead by bad influence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. to be a bad daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. to be hate by people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. to be in bad of health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. to be in dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven things I like the most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. pinkish little babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. pink socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. pink mittens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. pink floral dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. pink cuddly toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. pink little toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven most important things in my room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. wife and her bulging tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. ambience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. comfortable bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. calmness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. imagination and dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.plenty of hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven RANDOM facts about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. very very stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. fierce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. naughty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Irritating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. always am myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. see my lovely children get married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. see my lovely children succeed in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. see my beautiful wife happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. see that all that I love, happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. see that I am still loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. see that I had done my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. see that i have done my part as a father, husband and as a Muslim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven things I can do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.sms-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.watching tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.smoke a pack of cigarrettes a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. taking MC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. not be at home and just lazying around at the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. be myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can't do(without):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. cigarettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven words I say the most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Wat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. ish....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. ahaks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. bluek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. serious?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. (censored)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celeb crushes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I am a married man. Sheesh! Dun have lah... (*winking at wifey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people I love to see doing this(to me- i mean this post... ehem!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Angelina Jolie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Jennifer Lopez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Jessica Alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Lindsay Lohan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Carmen Electra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.Gwen Steffeni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112775352561510810?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112775352561510810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112775352561510810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112775352561510810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112775352561510810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/deadly-seven-sins.html' title='the deadly seven sins'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112762522202540740</id><published>2005-09-25T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:13:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most gerls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey wifey, got the MTV for this song. I guess while most gerls prefer other songs, u choose this one, huh? So feminist like you are... heheheh! just kidding anyway. meanwhile, you guys enjoy this one, i m stil preserving the couple thingy for later post... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112762522202540740?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112762522202540740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112762522202540740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112762522202540740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112762522202540740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/most-gerls.html' title='Most gerls...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112749210139858659</id><published>2005-09-24T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:15:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, email me ur pics with your loved ones and tell me more bout ur relationship, I wanna post pics of couples for a long post soon! My email addy is on the top right hand corner (contact me)!&lt;h10&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h10&gt;&lt;/h10&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112749210139858659?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112749210139858659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112749210139858659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112749210139858659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112749210139858659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-email-me-ur-pics-with-your-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112739815332449712</id><published>2005-09-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:09:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a classic beauty of nature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/barber_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/barber_boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crew cut, G.I, backcombed, side part, armani, permed and the latest in town - kaduk style. everyone, this is my latest hairstyle. a classic beauty of nature. well, to be exact, one that shows the younger side of you in a subtle way. that protudes and highlights your face feature. one that brings out the confidence in you and last but not least, one, that shows that you are brave to try and be different. presenting.... the Kaduk hairstyle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not easy you know to decide one day to just shave all the hair on you (ehem! not there and there.... noti u). one day, i decided to just cut my hair real short, cos i've been having the armani hairstyle for gazillion years and its high time to put a stop to the gelling and colouring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took all the courage in me to just get my hair cut on that day. the exact words to describe 'botak' doesnt seems to come out of my lips. it was the second time that the barber asked how i wish to get my hair done that i just snapped out of it and say.... "botak, ah bang". Phew! i tot the words will never come out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, he just took the shaver and went "buzzz,buzzz,buzz" when i opened my eyes, all left was that tiny black pastures at the front of my head.he cut it nicely that it just sit on my crown without complain. hmmmm..... not bad. at least i have that botak hairstyle with class... wat do u think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : upcoming... long blogs of couples.... wanna pass me ur pixs with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="55%" COLOR="#6699FF" SIZE="6"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112739815332449712?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112739815332449712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112739815332449712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112739815332449712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112739815332449712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/classic-beauty-of-nature.html' title='a classic beauty of nature...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112736427847810059</id><published>2005-09-22T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:49:34.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/kiter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/kiter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just wanna share with u our pic a day after the wedding. LOL! was taken bout 2 yrs back. Look at how preety and berg we are... Kekekek! Neway, this is the day that we went to the modelling agency to tender our resignation and thus, dedicate our live to becoming a wife and husband....  Although cash wont be as free flow as last time, but, wat the heck! Marriage is now our priority. At least we dun have to travel much....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112736427847810059?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112736427847810059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112736427847810059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112736427847810059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112736427847810059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-wanna-share-with-u-our-pic-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112731942547501652</id><published>2005-09-21T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:44:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DELETED POST</title><content type='html'>WIFEY&gt;&gt;I deleted hubby's post for yesterday.Some harsh words were written in a moment of anger and i felt that we should juz let it be since no harm was done.Except that i felt quite insulted when i first heard it.I first heard it bout a week ago but didn't tell him till yesterday(no, i did not cry) for fear that he would throw a temper n have a confrontation.You see,my hubby is very protective of me n naturally he would throw a fit once he got to know bout this.I pondered the whole week n decided to tell him calmly yesterday.Little that i know that he would take it personally n turn 'violent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,the remarks did not have any huge impact on me.I thought it was just some childish comments.I did feel hurt initially,but what the heck rite? You can't please everybody.That's reality.Fact is,you can't satisfy the whole world(not that i know everybody in the whole wide world).I'm contented just by having few close friends who appreciates and enjoy my company.These are the people who knows me real well n i welcome them to bitch about me(positive bitching...heheheh).That's what i call true happiness...(not the bitching part yah...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112731942547501652?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112731942547501652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112731942547501652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112731942547501652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112731942547501652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/deleted-post.html' title='DELETED POST'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112703352626893021</id><published>2005-09-18T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:13:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/irritating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/irritating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have u ever come across some irritating people over your couse at work? like, someone who keeps on bugging you to teach them something when u r super busy. but in goodwill, u actually taught them the right way of doing it. thinking that u had actually explain to them clearly, they kept on repeating wat u had explained. u are late for the board meeting. u need to rush urgently, but that f***er keep on blabbering and in selfishness, he keeps on yakking and yakking....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew! thats one irritating B*****d and i hate to be in that predicament. not knowing if i should be kind to him and not hurt him, or if i should just tell him to f*** off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ever cum across someone who is so irritating that all i wanna do is just give her a tight slap across teh face, so that she knows wat i m talking bout. she keeps on asking me the direction and even after explaining to her twice, ever so slow, she keep on asking me to repeat it over and over again. it really puts me to a corner when in the end i explained to her 5 times with maps and in the end, i showed her to the place myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or this irritating spol brat that try to attract attention in public by play crying and her mother is trying to soothe her and being patience to wat she did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can i be that irritating as to make people to have such impression? well, i guess its nothing more than the video that u must see.... soooo irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to d/load it and send it if i manage to get it...&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/11849188-112703352626893021?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112703352626893021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112703352626893021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112703352626893021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112703352626893021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/irritating.html' title='irritating'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112694020362987576</id><published>2005-09-17T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T16:00:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are many people who wants their proposal to be of a lasting impression and as memorable as they can. but, no matter how romantic the proposal is, it doesnt really mean that the guy can be one after marriage.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gerls, trust me on this one... hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, to tell u the truth, i m the type that treasure tradition. so, when i proposed to my wife, i actually get my parents to go over to her place to ask for her hand in marriage rather then me, go down on my knees and proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she brought it out couple of times, saying that i m not romantic and all sorts, but, where would the tradition go, if i m not the one to uphold it? hmmm.... well its up to individual i guess. if u think that by going down to ur knees and propose is ur type of tea, coffee and cheese, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m a mly guy who believes that watever trend that u set, the future generation will follow likewise, if not, better/worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets not get into that heavy stuffs now. i just wanna share this video with u guys and see the sweetness of people proposing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: baby, i would have done the same, only during my time, bout 4 yrs ago, MMS is not in service yet... and, oh yeah, i think that i wouldnt do the same as its not as romantic enuff as to send my parents to ur doorstep and sincerely asking u to be their daughter-in-law. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/nokia_marry" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Click here to watch 'nokia_marry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sweetness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/11849188-112694020362987576?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112694020362987576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112694020362987576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112694020362987576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112694020362987576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-are-many-people-who-wants-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112688124142999086</id><published>2005-09-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:02:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( first thing first.... song especially for this blog, but need u to press the play button! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;missing. a word where things are not beyond our sight. have u ever felt of missing something and knowing that u had placed it somewhere safe, searching at the location over and over again seems infutile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;frustrating isnt it? especially if the things that u r searching for is something of valuable to u. say, a pendant that was hand over by ur great, great grandmother and suppose to be a hand-down item. i cant imagine of the pain it will cause me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but yet, time and again, i see people gone missing form their loved ones. wat r they trying to prove? that they can survive without the help of parents? isnt that a bit stupid for them to leave all that they have just to prove something? or r they just wanna be defiant? boastful lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i really pity the parents. wat is going on their mind? is my child safe? where is she? had she had anything to eat? money? where did she sleep last night? anything to wear? is she safe and thosands more questions could be lingering in their mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am not blaming those kids who run away from home due to mistakes of their parents. for that, i think that they had make a wise decision. i m just talking bout those who are just defiant! whose fault is it? parents upbringing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've seen runaway children whose parents are religious. or at least decent. how am i suppose to know that its parents that are to be blamed. many a times that its more of the kids fault. for example, this 15 year old gerl that i came across, she had been away from home for the past 3 months. where had she been to. the best part is yet to cum... she was caught with her bf who is also a "runner". he is 17 yrs old. nope.... that was not the best part. the guy do not know that his mother had given birth to his brother 3 weeks ago. just imagine how long ago that he had run away from home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i really wish that these kids got place to confide before they decide on doing foolish things. pity. wat will become of future children that is gonna take over us. looking at the trend, i, myself am scared of facing the terrible predicaments should my kid be in the situation. no respect over parents. no communication. i do wish that i can be the one that they will approached and ask for second tots. but again, who am i..... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112688124142999086?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112688124142999086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112688124142999086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112688124142999086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112688124142999086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112657926856706799</id><published>2005-09-13T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:02:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/collage31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/collage31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday, we had a family outing. But this time, we got a reason to celebrate. Birthdays. Its to celebrate my another sis, Karma and our newly bro-in-law (from now on, shall refer to him as BIL) birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The place that we had decided is at Amirah's grille along Pahang St. I called up earlier to book for its private room. Its a room as big as a master bedroom in an old flat. Fully furnished with lushed sofas with tv and videos too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would say that the place is of good ambience and a good place for frens to catch up on certain things as it is very private. But for couples, watch out there is a camera watching ur every moves.... *wink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="118" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0138.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT01431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 115px" height="124" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0143.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 115px" height="115" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0144.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="115" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0145.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="115" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0147.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="114" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0148.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 113px" height="105" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0149.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 113px" height="114" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0154.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112657926856706799?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112657926856706799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112657926856706799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112657926856706799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112657926856706799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-sunday-we-had-family-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112638337705232750</id><published>2005-09-11T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:05:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Pepps, As I've promised, these are the photos that I've taken during Hallie's wedding. I can't post much, but I will post a few more soon. Alas, all the pain and aches has gone due to the preparation and during the event itself. I hope that the couple will be blessed with all that they had planned for... Congratulations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112638337705232750?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112638337705232750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112638337705232750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112638337705232750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112638337705232750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-pepps-as-ive-promised-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112620545493552151</id><published>2005-09-09T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:05:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;marquee width="200"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;marquee width="200"&gt;&lt;img src="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="168" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0111.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="167" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0113.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="166" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0115.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT01331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="165" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT01331.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="111" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0116.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="107" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0105.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="109" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0114.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="109" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0117.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 108px" height="106" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0121.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="112" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0110.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="111" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0123.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="114" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT0126.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;marquee width="200"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/PICT01331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/PICT0126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112620545493552151?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112620545493552151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112620545493552151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112620545493552151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112620545493552151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/09/promised.html' title='promised'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112516664732003084</id><published>2005-08-28T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:31:55.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>say with me.... " floooowweeeerrrr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orchid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its picked up from a famous adverts. Still can't remember? Aiyah, its the one where a father pointed to a white orchid and asked his child to pronounce flower, but instead, being fed the best milk formula, she pronounce the word orchid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think anxiety has set me going berzerk and my sensitivity has overtaken my usual daily toll. Imagine, I was a bit perturbed since yesterday, when my baby does not respond to my calling and reading a story from a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat have I done to deserve this treatment? The coldness and ignorance after several calls and rubbing. My baby has never done this to me. Normally, he would at least moved or nudge if she hears my voice or feels my hand rubbing. I would then play with her hide and seek. Rampant movement is all i need other than kicking and nudging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, she just went numb and ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! The deep cut that causes wide gash could no longer be stopped and I can no longer keep shut bout it. How in the world can any father felt when his child ignore him. After showering with love and tender loving feeling, all u could asked for is just a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can relate to many advices that my dad used to give me, when I m stubborn or when i gave both my parents that face - one that u would slap. Being a parent myself, would give me great privillages to experience it. I do regret of the wrongs that I'd done. Imagine. I've yet to see my baby being born or the hardship that my wife going thru during labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my anxiety and sensitivity has made me to have cold feet, to face the reality that its only left few weeks before I can meet him/her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell u the truth, I m all excited to have her in my arms and to hold him for the first time. I could never tell wifey straight of wat I m feeling deep inside. Fellow fathers has relate their experiences of watching their wife giving birth. Repent. Thats wat most says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared seh! I really wonder wat I would feel seeing my wife in pain and yet, i can't lift a single thing to lift the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wifey, if u think that u r the only one feeling excited, sensitive, scared, anxiety and many more mixed feelings, i think, u r not alone. I m having the same feelings too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... brrrrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112516664732003084?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112516664732003084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112516664732003084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112516664732003084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112516664732003084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/say-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112479168144136300</id><published>2005-08-23T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:08:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u got it wrong...</title><content type='html'>Wifey&gt;&gt; This entry is a protest to my hubby's earlier post(gerlfren material?,wife material?).I dun agree wif u when u said that there is such a thing as a difference between gerlfren material n wife material.Sorry to dissapoint you darling,but that's juz men's perception.Such a thing doesn't exists...You men juz created that in your shallow imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman can be anything she wants.We dun need men to judge whether we're gelfren or wife material.There is no definition on what type we should be.You can accept us as who we r or move along.Every women is unique or special in their own way.What one man may define as 'trash' is actually treasure to another.This is wat we call 'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'.We give love back to men who loves us n we respect men who respects us.It's not for u men to decide which among us women r gelfren material or wife material coz we choose how to live our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman knows wat she wants when she wants it.She doesn't  need a man to tell her how she leads her life.She can be a gerlfren,wife,slut, intelligent, sexy, smart, ugly all at once,but only for the right man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a woman hates this statement..&lt;br /&gt;                 " The inferior complex of a gerl has placed them as a homemaker instead of a ruler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said a woman can't be a ruler??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman can be a ruler coz she straightens her man's life..&lt;br /&gt;She can be an eraser when she erases her man's pain with her tender loving care...&lt;br /&gt;She's a 'Parker pen' who helps her man dictates his future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? A woman can be anything she wants! Anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: hubby,i didnt marry you bcoz u r 'husband material'.I married u coz we have this mutual understanding.....(sing with me.[barney tune])...'I LOVE U....U LOVE ME....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112479168144136300?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112479168144136300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112479168144136300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112479168144136300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112479168144136300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/u-got-it-wrong.html' title='u got it wrong...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112472578485699573</id><published>2005-08-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:32:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming Up! A feminist comments on how women feels and are treated! Keep yourself posted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/feminist1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/feminist1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready boots?--Start walkin--Yee har--Let?s go--You keep saying you go something for me (uh)--Well officer I don't mind to say you do--Now your looking right where I thought you'd be looking--Legs come here when laws in front of you--These boots are made for walkin--And that's just what they'll do--One of these days these boots are goanna walk all over you--You believe you've stopped me for a reason (uh)--Now I'm pretending my bending just for fun--You keep playing where I got you playing (yeah)--These double D's and this is where to fly--These boots are made for walkin--And that's just what they'll do--One of theses days these boots are goanna walk all over you--I'm the girl with the good boys who don't mean you no harm--This gotten way with pass the county charm--The aint no crime in heaven it'll find--Sweat my stride--Got my sexy eyes--Where my boots at (haha)--Strut ya stuff come on--Hey ya'll Wanna come and see something (uh uh, uh uh)--Can't touch, can get a hand clap for the way I work my back--Tick tock all around the clock drop it--Push ya tush, like that--Can I get a sueee--Can I get a yee har--You keep thinking what you shouldn't be thinking--Another to far is down till you kissing ground--I'm a gonna send you back home till you crying--But Uncle Jessie he sure is gonna be proud--These boots are made for walkin--And that's just what they'll do--One of theses days these boots are goanna walk all over you--These boots are made for walkin--And that's just what they'll do--One of theses days these boots are goanna walk all over you--Come on boots--Start walking--Come on ladies--Hey ya'll Wanna come and see something (uh uh, uh uh)--Can't touch, can get a hand clap for the way I work my back--Tick tock all around the clock drop it--Push ya tush, like that--Can I get a sueee--Can I get a yee har--Come on Willie (ohh yeah, owww)--Yeee har--Willie Nelson everybody (uh)--Let's go home now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112472578485699573?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112472578485699573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112472578485699573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112472578485699573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112472578485699573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/coming-up-feminist-comments-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112467671359307795</id><published>2005-08-22T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:40:41.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/barney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my night shift, wifey and me were bickering about wat a father would do for his child. She actually insisted that I would sing Barney's Theme song on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love you, you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are happy family..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not that I wouldt sing it, but, firstly I hate that purple dinosour and secondly, wouldnt it bring down that heavily humongous ego to sing that kiddish song thru the phone? Wat would my colleagues think should they hear me singing that song? They she brought out a topic that we like to debate. &lt;strong&gt;To wat extend would a father do to his child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come to think of it, I am not yet a father material and wat my dad had did for me, tells me that a father would do all it takes to make his child happy. To all extend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If thats the case, am I capable to do all that my dad did? Feed the family, teach his kids, all the religious rites and all the "let me do it", and at the same time, he got his own time with frens for fishing every weekend. If I can't sing a simple song, would I be able to lift up the heavy burden of raising a child when he's born? How am I able to stand behind him and at the same time tends to my other worldly needs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing that i believe is that, when the time comes, I would naturally convert my lifestyle. However, I must say that I would still love to lounge with frens for 70 cents cup of coffee and talk bout how life pass us by. I dun think that I would wannabe like my dad. For my child, I would bring her along. In time, he would be able to recognise my frens and began to respect and treat them like how I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, wouldn't it cultivate wat the Malays term as "budaya lepak" in him? Well, I think it all depends actually. If the motive is right, my child would know the difference between wasting her time doing nothing and spending precious time with frens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wouldn't be overly protective towards her either. I think, time has changed and kids need to be more responsible and independant since they were young. Unlike the time when shool children carry "beg melabur", children nowadays has to stand on their own believes. No longer spoon fed by parents. Even the curriculum has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Changes has worry me and I am now scared to wat the future would bring for my children and grandchildren. Only time would tell if I can be a good father or otherwise....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112467671359307795?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112467671359307795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112467671359307795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112467671359307795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112467671359307795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/during-my-night-shift-wifey-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112446959765918100</id><published>2005-08-20T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:17:37.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I am invisible....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/invisible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/invisible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What'cha doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;A fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;Are you really alone&lt;br /&gt;You're stealing my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I dream you into my life?&lt;br /&gt;What would it take to make you see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just tell you where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Wait--I already am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw your face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I call out your name&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;I keep tracing your steps&lt;br /&gt;Each move that you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish I could read&lt;br /&gt;What goes through your mind (oh, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could touch me&lt;br /&gt;With the colors of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Invisible)&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach out&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even see me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I scream out&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don't hear me&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;Just a shadow passing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just tell you where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;(If I was invisible)&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;(If I was invisible)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a teenager, I must say that I am the quiet sort. I dun talk much and I dun give a damn bout things around me. I was one of the hearthob (ehem), but I am more quiet in person. I m not the chatty me then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I knew all of the students, I am more reserved to ones that I m comfortable with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school, we would be chatting at the void deck with a stick of cigarettes bought from the mama shop for 30 cents. One stick per day. On saturday, I would be out with my gerlfren and will be chatting at one the most quieter blocks or date to town. Hmmm.... that was the only exciting thing bout school, other than fights and occasional tea dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 'O' level, I m more mindstream. I mixed with many people and whilst the money last till the next pay date, I would be out at nights enjoying life. I never knew much that such life would be a miserable thing in years to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I started my career as a "security officer", I am more down to earth. I can see bout wat life should be. Life taught me to be kind and to balance the good and bad. I no longer become the reserved person and began to be more boisterous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times, I feel like I was put in the limelight when I am not actually seeking it. Deep inside me, I was just the same reserved shy person that I was. In me, I still have that respect for others and at times, I am still being step upon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I've learned to stand tall and defend myself. I've learned that if people can voice out their opinion, why not me? I dun have to give a damn whether my opinion is accepted. All I want is for people to listen to it and make their own decision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel that I am just a contributor and not someone who force anyone to accept things blindly. I wanna be a leader with heart and not one with just brain. I like to set aside things and planned the future in long term wise. Some might say that I am catious, but to me, I am taking precaution in case there is a need for plan B.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I began to think a lot. No matter wat I do, i would began to think wat will happen in years to cum, should I continue doing it. u might call it being mature. All I can see is that now, I got family to think about. I got good frens to consider. I got A, B, C and D to set and loved, not forgetting E, F and G.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is full of its ups and downs. If u should fall, retraced back ur steps and try again. Stop being invisible, cos trust me, no one will ever listen to you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112446959765918100?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112446959765918100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112446959765918100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112446959765918100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112446959765918100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-i-am-invisible.html' title='If I am invisible....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112429378688626842</id><published>2005-08-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:37:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My post this time may require a lot of comment and your point of views. Especially to certain points that you be offended or would like to debate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I wanna chat about human beings and their characters. As we all adults know, there are many different types of people in this world. The fat, thin, bold, vain, rich, braggers and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusively today, I wanna talk about the cute petite creature - gerls.&lt;br /&gt;One that a man can't live with and can't live without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerls has been around since before the prehistoric time. Almost the same time as the men. The inferior complex of a gerl has placed them as a homemaker instead of a ruler. For those men, who respect a woman, they would understand and see, that there are no boundaries or limits that sets these gerls firmly grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are other categories that sub-divide gerls and separates them. To name a few, intelligent woman, sexy, smart, ugly, blondie, slut and more. Wat trigger men most are the confusion of choosing the right woman to fill up their lives. For this category, I wanna highlights on 2 important sub-categories that all men should know and all gerls to adhere to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this thin grey lines that overshadow this categories. It may be vague but I will leave it up to you people to actually come up with your own view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 catagories that all "c*ck standing" male should see are :&lt;br /&gt;1) gerlfren material;&lt;br /&gt;2) wife material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerlfren Material&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These gerls are the most commonly found along the five foot way to your neighbourhood shop. You can't single them out, but you can definitely point to one if you see them. The smell of a gerlfren material gerls just lingers as you walked past them. believe me! You can't go wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the traits:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From my observation and surveys, I found out that most guys will try to avaoid the gerlfren material once they had stabalized mentally and financially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main reason is that, they do not feel secure and there is no ultimate certainty to the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These gerls would not make any definite plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make u see the future. The sense of security is lesser. As time goes by, they would be compalcent and make men as a place for good fun companionship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Men can easily identify them when they meet one, as at the end of the day, when its time to return home, they can see where their home is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either to the one that they love or to the one that loves them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wife Material&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmmm... I'm expert at this. Look at how happy I am. Blooming at all sides. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this is not sole from my view. I share the same sentiments as other married man and even some single guys too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the traits :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wife material are those ladis that when you meet them, you will be truck by their internal beauty, apart from the physical attraction. These gerls will in turn sweep them off their feet and bring heaven to his feet. She will also bring snow to the Sahara desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respectful and command respect, these gerls will surely be a highlight to the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is worth the second look. That demure gerl at the corner that hides her giggling with that warm, approachable smile. That sweet creature that potray your dreams and future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who says that only the fortune teller can read predictions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112429378688626842?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112429378688626842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112429378688626842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112429378688626842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112429378688626842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-post-this-time-may-require-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112413874001540028</id><published>2005-08-16T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:03:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/e1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/e1_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Handphones, mobile, cellphones or watever u might call it. Why does it really matter to people whether it existed or not? Are we really dependant on it or is it such a fad that one day, we might just forget about it? Well, if it is a fad, then why do the producers, producing a more advanced phones like a 3G phones? With a promise that 4G phones on the way, then, I think that it is absolutely not a passing craze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Each day, it took about averagely 35 sms and 10 mins of calling. For every 15 minutes, you would check your phone for missed calls or just check for numbers. The minute that you open your eyes, you speant about 2hrs and 13 minutes on the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In our daily life, we would hogged on the phone and treating it like the mercy goddess. Has mobile has really chnged our lifestyle? Has it been our daily routine or has it really become our second external memory bank? In Singapore, 97.6% of us are holding on to handphones. 2.4% are the housewives and old folkers or those who still owe the 3 providers bills [heheheh!!!] and can't further subscribe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Out of this minor figure 0.6% had held onto a top-up card, owned a phone and manage to retrieve only a small number of smses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eversince its invention, people are getting more lazy to think, move and we are "lazier" to even memorize. In a long term, people will have difficulty in hearing. But all this is easier said then done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you ever imagine living a life without any handphones? heheheh! I can't....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really wonder why such gadget are so addictive. Not that I changed my phone every now and then, but addictive to its sight. To me, a day without my handphone, I'll be lost. Hehehe! No, its not that I have a GPRS system in my phone and I dun lose my way easily, but, lost in a sence of feeling direction. My pocket is lighter and so is my hand. I need to exercise my thumb too, u know....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of these days, I wanna try and be apart from my handphone. Lets say a year. I wanna see how it is being back to basic. But till then, just answer that damn phone....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112413874001540028?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112413874001540028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112413874001540028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112413874001540028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112413874001540028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/handphones-mobile-cellphones-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112398723584499008</id><published>2005-08-14T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:10:10.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September Ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This music video dedicated especially to my lovely sis, Hallie. Hey, it warms my heart to see u getting married in 3 weeks time. You really do not know how I feel, I m trying not to be too mushy here, but I m glad and sad at the same time. For all the time that I'd spent my days with you, it never fails for me to feel excited knowing that you will be a woman soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are days that i just cant forget. days which bring back the past memories. i really wish that we can go back to the old time. now that you will be the true woman like you are meant to be, i just wish for your happiness and that one day you will understand how it is to be a mother. for all the time that we are together, I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112398723584499008?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112398723584499008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112398723584499008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112398723584499008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112398723584499008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/september-ends.html' title='September Ends...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112398038744184107</id><published>2005-08-14T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:08:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh! The last time that I blogged was national day. Been lazy lately. I had some post actually that needed to be vetted before publishing. Those are for days when morning doesnt meet night. For now, I wanna talk bout relationship - marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had this conversation with wifey. We had our dinner at the buble's (pronounce as bubley) place. Exchanging views and talked bout how we spend our days. Catching up is so hard to do when our shift clashes. We were just chatting when we had this interesting topic that just arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned a topic that someone had in view of marriage. Differences in a wife's and a husband's point of view. This may not apply to you guys, but I do agree with her with this. She wat telling me that for a wife, husband is the utmost priority. Though she has friends, husband still comes in their thought first before the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike wives, husbands do give the priority sake for women, but a friend is still there and should be there. Hmmm..... somehow or rather, this doesnt sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. I think, from a wives perspective, they see their husband as a priority to serve and satied. Eventhough friends are equally important, the "wat if's" is more then "should I". I guess it all changes after marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112398038744184107?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112398038744184107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112398038744184107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112398038744184107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112398038744184107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/gosh-last-time-that-i-blogged-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112363296527992031</id><published>2005-08-10T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:16:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My most unfruitful day. All I did was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep, Sleep and more sleep....&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/11849188-112363296527992031?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112363296527992031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112363296527992031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112363296527992031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112363296527992031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-most-unfruitful-day_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112344646539560590</id><published>2005-08-08T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T16:00:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is especially dedicated to the following people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul, Epul, Kahar, Afadz and... myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we have spoken guys. This is a topic that all of us is unable to draw a conclusion to. This is also a topic that everyone has their own minds. No one can deny that there are an optimistic way or pessimistic way looking at this point. This post will tell you guys how I actually look at jealousy. I have not checked either one of your entry before this... Pls bear that in mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealousy is a complex human emotion that is provoked by a perceived threat to an exclusive dyadic relationship. Although the emotional experience of jealousy may involve varying degrees of sadness, anger, and anxiety, many psychologists have defined it globally as the sense of "distress" or "discomfort" experienced over a partner's real or imagined involvement with another. Jealousy can occur in any type of relationship, but it is most commonly associated with romantic relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealous feelings can apply to many types of relationships. There is sibling rivalry where one sibling seems to receive more attention than the other is receiving. Jealousy also exists in the workplace over the achievement of others. The most prevalent jealousy exists in intimate relationships. Think of jealousy as a fire-breathing dragon that lashes out when he or she feels threatened. Jealousy produces bells, sirens and whistles going off, loud enough to wake the jealous dragon. The jealous dragon will no doubt emerge from its dark cave to investigate what the commotion is all about and will react accordingly. You may suspect that your partner is cheating on you or is perhaps entertaining the idea. After close inspection of the situation, the dragon has to determine if this is a false alarm or a true alert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For instance, you may have witnessed your partner having an innocent conversation with a member of the opposite sex. If you have confidence in yourself and trust that ur relation ship is solid, then you will deem this as a false alarm. This is usually enough to send the dragon back into hibernation. It is only when someone has doubts about themselves or feels that the relationship is a bit shaky, that the act of cheating becomes a real possibility. The jealous dragon then has a tendency to become fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true alert indicates that trouble may be brewing for the relationship because someone has left a trail of verifiable clues. Verifiable means you have seen or heard something suspicious with your own eyes or ears. I believe that everyone does experience twinges of jealousy from time to time. For those who are lucky enough to be in a mutually trusting relationship, jealousy lies dormant most of the time. This is especially true if both parties avoid exhibiting behaviors deemed suspicious. Also, in this case both parties make a daily effort to stay connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abnormal jealousy is an emotion resulting in a reaction to unfounded suspicions. It usually takes the form of extreme possessiveness and the need to control your partner every move; even though your mind tells you they are doing nothing wrong. Abnormal jealousy usually stems from a deep-seated fear of rejection and insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfounded jealousy can ruin your life, if it goes unchecked. Because of it, you may push away people you really care about w/out even realizing it. No one enjoys being controlled, manipulated or having to report their every move to you 24/7. Not only is it degrading to the person you are trying to control, but it also indicates what little control you have over yourself. Jealousy eventually takes its toll on everyone involved. It produces mental and physical fatigue, stress and anxiety. Those under your careful watch will soon grow tired of the jealous dragon breathing fire down their neck. All they have to do is look around and observe healthy relationships, working because of mutual trust and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Given the choice, most will choose a healthy trusting relationship over one of constant supervision and jealous reactions of rage and righteous indignation. If you find yourself in jealous situations where your reasons for being jealous are valid and verifiable, you have two choices. You can choose to remain with your cheating partner and work on the relationship together or you can choose to move on. Both choices have their pros and cons and only you can determine which is best for you. In the end, your ultimate goal should be achieving the highest level of love, trust and respect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me, it is alright if anyone of the couple has feeling of jealousy. It's perfectly normal. It would be worrying if your partner doesn't. But it has to have its limit in being jealous to your loved ones. I am very sure, that in every normal relationship, jealousy would be minimal, until it came to a point when your partner has betray the trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your trust has been betrayed, a partner will have the inquisitive motion to any of your action. That is when you will have the quesy feeling that your partner is being too possessive and he/she is taking over your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fear of losing someone that you luv is great. To have your trust betrayed is an overwhelming feeling of regret and other mix feelings of hatred, in concoction with many greater fear that wat you have always been having might be missing from you forever. Thus, to still have the person in your life, the only way of showing is by being jealous of him/her. It also means that the trust taht you once had, had diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To regain back the trust is not as simple as saying, " Yes, I've forgive you and let's start all over again." It takes more then just mere words. Proving to your loved ones that her love is an utmost importance and that you have wronged her is a major kindda deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A task that was once easy, proving to someone that has her trust betrayed is nothing close to death. Should your loved ones give you a second chance, I think, you should return her love and near with the aftermaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entering a secured place in life is not easy. Especially with a person that is not of your flesh and blood. I wish to state that trust plays an important part to overcome jealousy. If you are bounded by love, then you got to be loyal to elivate your relationship to a cosy den that can only occupy both you and her. When you are there, I bet, jelousy will never be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dead of night, when strangers roam&lt;br /&gt;The streets in search of anyone who’ll take them home&lt;br /&gt;I lie alone, the clock strikes three&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who wanted to could contact me&lt;br /&gt;At dead of night, ’till break of day&lt;br /&gt;Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake&lt;br /&gt;It’s much too late&lt;br /&gt;Where’ve you been?&lt;br /&gt;Who’ve you seen?&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t phone when you said you would!&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;Do you try&lt;br /&gt;To keep in touch? you know you could&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to see your point of view&lt;br /&gt;But could not hear or see&lt;br /&gt;For jealousyI never knew time passed so slow&lt;br /&gt;I wish I’d never met you, or that I could bear to let you go&lt;br /&gt;At dead of night, ’till break of day&lt;br /&gt;Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake&lt;br /&gt;it's much too late&lt;br /&gt;Where’ve you been?&lt;br /&gt;Who’ve you seen?&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t phone when you said you would!&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;Do you try&lt;br /&gt;To keep in touch? you know you could&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to see your point of view&lt;br /&gt;But could not hear or see&lt;br /&gt;For jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’ve you been?&lt;br /&gt;Who’ve you seen?&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t phone when you said you would!&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;Do you tryTo keep in to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uch? you know you could&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to see your point of view&lt;br /&gt;But could not hear or see&lt;br /&gt;For jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Where’ve you been?&lt;br /&gt;Who’ve you seen?&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t phone when you said you would!&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie? Do you try&lt;br /&gt;To keep in touch? you know you could&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to see your point of view&lt;br /&gt;But could not hear or see&lt;br /&gt;For jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Where’ve you been?&lt;br /&gt;Who’ve you seen?&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t phone when you said you would!&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;Do you try&lt;br /&gt;To keep in touch?&lt;br /&gt;you know you could&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to see your point of view&lt;br /&gt;But could not hear or see&lt;br /&gt;For jealousy&lt;br /&gt;I never knew ’till I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112344646539560590?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112344646539560590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112344646539560590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112344646539560590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112344646539560590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that...'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112330574998015003</id><published>2005-08-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:39:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe it! For the second out of 3 times, people has dubed me as a kid. Dun they have feelings or cant they just open their bloody eyes! I m going to turn 30 next year and yet they do not take me seiously! Must I keep goatee or have my white hair just so people know that I m gettting older and mature?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not see how people can just look at me and say that I look below 20. You thought that I m joking dun you? But that is wat people has been thinking- twice this week alone. Hmmm... maybe the genes, but looking 30 and 20 is absolutely a no, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am really furious this time round! For those who knows me well, I may accept the fact that I dun act 30, but those people who just knew me, dubbing me as under 20 is too much! I wont possibly wear those 'abang' clothing. wearing a shirt to me is like donning sweater in Singapore. Enuff said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still cannot take the fact! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must people still ask for my ic when i buy ciggs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, the answer is... c",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because I am cute.... *wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;For Those who wanna quit, here is my advice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/ijat,%20pregnant,hse%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 137px" height="145" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/ijat%2C%20pregnant%2Chse%20016.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/ijat,%20pregnant,hse%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="138" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/ijat%2C%20pregnant%2Chse%20016.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've tried to quit before and failed, your chances of success are better...not worse!&lt;br /&gt;Most tobacco users who try to quit don't succeed the first time. With each attempt to quit, you learn something new. The combination of these learning attempts prepares you for the final drive to success.&lt;br /&gt;An idle mind is the playground of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;Successful quitters recognize one important fact. As they begin to slow down their rate of tobacco use, they have more time to fill. If they fill their minds with nothing, the ugly prospect of relapse looms high. That's why successful quitters get busy with hobbies, sports and other activities. When the Marlboro man calls, leave a message...I'm out having a ball. Can't see you today!&lt;br /&gt;Have a "Quit Buddy."&lt;br /&gt;It's better to talk with someone who's experiencing the same set of emotions as you are. We suggest you get one of your friends to quit with you. In addition, the LifeSign program includes a free support telephone line to trained counselors who are ready to listen and talk with you as you go through the program.&lt;br /&gt;Why does your own personal plan of quitting usually fail?&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a little harsh to say that any plan of quitting you come up with yourself is doomed to failure. But this isn't a self-serving statement for the companies that market quit smoking programs. Maybe you've heard tobacco users say they cut down on their own but just couldn't get beyond a certain point. There actually is a very logical reason why "home-grown" quit programs fail. You see, when you start to cut back, which smokes, dips or chews do you eliminate, the ones you enjoy the most? No. You subconsciously cut out the least enjoyable cigarette, dip or chew. And, in this subtle way you actually reinforce your habit. What is needed is a systematic plan such as LifeSign that gradually eliminates tobacco across the board.&lt;br /&gt;Be realistic. Quitting smoking is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;If you've been taken in by the occasional tobacco user who tells you it was a piece of cake to quit, remember you're listening to the exception not the rule. Listen to those that have struggled, learned and won. A good dose of realistic thinking will prepare you to succeed better than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke, dip or chew at times you DON'T want to.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you've heard that nicotine is one of the strongest addictive drugs, there is hope. There are two sides to your addiction... physical dependence on nicotine and habit. Once you recognize and change those habitual times that you use tobacco you begin to weaken the chains that bind you. This is something the LifeSign program does automatically. You can do it on your own and hasten the day when your habits of smoking are broken.&lt;br /&gt;Adopt a specific quit program... and stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;Once you've made that all important decision, don't allow yourself to waiver... to make exceptions and stir away from the program.&lt;br /&gt;Don't smoke automatically.&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself aware of each cigarette by using the opposite hand or putting cigarettes in an unfamiliar location or a different pocket to break the automatic reach.&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you're quitting.&lt;br /&gt;Closet quitters aren't successful. Keeping quiet about quitting almost ensures failure... because no one is pulling for you in the biggest challenge of your life. Hold yourself accountable for your commitment by announcing it to your friends, and family. Some even go as far as to make a bet with someone that they can quit. Put your cigarette money aside for every day, and forfeit it if you smoke. Going public like this gets people to join your team... to provide you with the moral support you need.&lt;br /&gt;Quit tobacco the way you started... gradually.&lt;br /&gt;You did not get to the point where you are over night and it is unrealistic to think you can quit overnight. By quitting gradually you learn new coping skills each step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Start thinking like a non-smoker or chewer.&lt;br /&gt;If inwardly you say you're a tobacco user and always will be, you'll find the thought of quitting a strange one. That's why its effective start rearranging your personal view of yourself. There are some simple things you can do to reverse the process. For example, sit in the non-smoking section of a restaurant and visualize yourself as a non-smoker. These techniques will not automatically convert you from a tobacco user, but they will cultivate a changed internal view of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be taken in by the "cravings for the rest of your life" trick.&lt;br /&gt;Some tobacco users fear that the strong urges they currently have to smoke or chew will persist for their entire lifetime. Anyone who seriously believes this will hardly want to swim upstream where those strong currents of the urge will push you under. Here's where the application of a simple truth will help. It's the urge, when successfully handled, that makes it easier to cope with the next craving. In short, one success makes the next successful resistance that much easier.&lt;br /&gt;Weight gain is not inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;It is true that there is a 30% change in metabolism when the artificial stimulus of nicotine is removed. However, you can counteract this change and actually lose weight. Just as an athlete overcomes injury by over-compensating, tobacco users should take similar steps to overcome weight gain. Avoid sweets, eat non-caloric health snacks, and begin an exercise program.&lt;br /&gt;Measure your progress against realistic short-term goals.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a mountain climber who after his first day's effort to climb Mt. Everest despairs... because he didn't reach the peak. This sounds ridiculous, but some smokers fall into a similar trap. Establish short term goals along the way and reward yourself for successful achievements of each phase.&lt;br /&gt;Write down all the reasons you want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;Those who succeed at quitting get specific. And nothing helps so much in this regard as committing your reasons to writing. You might even summarize those reasons on a small card and carry it with you throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Testing yourself with the just one cigarette or chew is risky.&lt;br /&gt;Successful quitters tell us something worth noting. Once they quit, they cut loose from any attempt to test themselves to see if they really quit. Keeping a pack of cigarettes and a lighter or a can of snuff on hand "just in case" is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall for the "just one cigarette" or "just one dip" myth.&lt;br /&gt;Research shows that most of the people who smoke or chew "just one more" start again. There's only one safe thing to do, when "just one more" sounds possible, think to yourself: "It's a myth." Play it safe, if you've been successful... stick to it and let your success be as long as your life.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid high risk situations.&lt;br /&gt;Right now make a list of your most common smoking or chewing situation. Then figure out your own plan on how you will avoid these situations. Avoid people who smoke heavily or sit in the non-smoking section of restaurants. Confirm your good habits by avoiding high-risk smoking or chewing situations.&lt;br /&gt;Take non-cigarette breaks.&lt;br /&gt;What was so pleasant about your former cigarette breaks. Smoking was part of it, but there are other trappings of the breaks that you don't have to give up. Enjoy the change of scenery. Talk with others. Just because you are not smoking doesn't mean you can't enjoy the activities associated with the old breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Physical withdrawal symptoms are good!&lt;br /&gt;Sure the withdrawal symptoms are not fun, but look at it this way. These physical manifestations are a sign that your body is beginning to heal itself. As the healing process completes, the pain will go away.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise works like magic.&lt;br /&gt;There is a simple way to ease stress, lose weight and help you to cope with urges. Exercise. You don't need to run a marathon, or go to aerobics class 5 nights a week. Recent evidence indicates that even moderate exercise can be beneficial such as a 10 minute walk three times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112330574998015003?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112330574998015003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112330574998015003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112330574998015003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112330574998015003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-believe-it-for-second-out-of-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112320872947272961</id><published>2005-08-05T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:26:17.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Wats Yours, Aint Yours....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever wonder if wat you have been really wanting to keep is actually not yours? Wat if someone can just take it anytime that they like, just because you did not take care of it? I am very sure that you will be fuming hot if its not wat you actually thought it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thought came to me yesterday. I never had such thought and I never had ever imagine that wat I had really had taken care of, wat I had actually feed and wat I had actually love, isn't really belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, I had given my utmost attention to this precious one and in return, I was presented with wat I tot I deserved. Never had I tot of seeking another nor change to a better one, cos to me, my precious one is the almost perfect creature that anyone could ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the thought that I was being used, I felt crushed. Why doesn't anyone tell me nor was I warned bout this, before I embarked in this relationship? Doesn't anyone know wat I thought or dun they ever think that they might have been used?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was my turning point. I went to Hougang Mall and get my precious one what she deserve and desires... After forking out $2000. I found out that my little one such a big spender and she is such materialistic taht all that she needs to give her service to me, is for me to spend big on her. I m so furious at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, if she is so materialistic, then we got to let her go. I dun wanna be blogged down in sorrow if I have to spend this much on her bi-yearly. Wat more I have to spend quite a sum on her energy food and cosmetics, I still have to add to a sum when I m paying for her lodging and her well being. This does not include her monthly expenditure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz! I really am in a dilemma of letting her go or just keep her. She is good to me. She took care of me and she drives me around. I cant asked for more from anyone. She is at my beck and call at anytime of the day. In times of emergency or in times of pleasure. She has nice butt and not to mention that every bit of her is made up of strong steel. Sleek body with nice bump at the right places. Everytime I am in her, I feel like I've been raised up to the pedestal. Being in her will give me the luxurious pleasure... awww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, she's too much for my pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me itemized what she spent per month. Energy food about $350. Cosmetic around $50, lodging came up to about $100 (depends on her hotels), well being includes supplements can cost me about $200 every three months and her monthly expenditure is $730. Every year, she would want $2470 to keep her moving. This is consider as her bonus for being truthful to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggghhh!!! Please help me to decide! IS she worth keeping? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna see her? Scroll down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/grand_scenic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/grand_scenic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My precious one looking gorgeously as she should...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to tell you the truth, she is aint mine. Owning the Certificate of Entitlement (COE) doesnt make the car belongs to the owner. She is actually being rent out (politically). Monthly, the owner have to make his rent due. No arrears and everytime she passed by an ERP gantry, we ought to pay her entrance. Owning (...or should I call it 'renting') a car in Singapore is very expensive. When I was staying in London, you can own... Yes, I mean own a car, at a price of $5000 and its still in good condition. For a decent usage, it can last you for 5-7 yrs and wats more, petrol is cheaper. In conclusion, wats urs, is ain't urs actually. Stop being the smug that u are. Just because u got a car, it doesnt really or actually, virtually owning it !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dream on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112320872947272961?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112320872947272961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112320872947272961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112320872947272961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112320872947272961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-wats-yours-aint-yours.html' title='When Wats Yours, Aint Yours....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11849188.post-112299861066770094</id><published>2005-08-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:27:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gwen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://souldmatez.multiply.com/video/item/1"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.souldmatez.multiply.com/movie/1/1.mpg?enctoken=UmFuZG9tSVaKyUNUjiBjqkmGiVgwUHRHcn47mkcV,vc="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://souldmatez.multiply.com/video/item/1"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know we're cool... Click This Link to see my favourite MTV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/320/gwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/5046/200/gwen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, she's my Hollerback Gal....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time, I've really fallen in love with her. No longer that big butted Jennifer Lopez or the big headed Jennifer Love Hewitt. This time round, its Gwen Stefeni. She's a total replica of Madonna when she was younger. I've actually started liking her when she was with No Doubt - Dun speak. But it never occur to me that she's going to be the same girl that will swoop me of my feet after years. I was at her concert then. I can stil vividly remembered her pony tail bouncing and her smile never left her sweet lips as she energetically dance to her every song from that album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time round, I really found out wat had really make me fallen head over heels with this Hollerback gerl. It's her 2 songs. I found it to be really sexy. In Hollerback Gal, she is a cheerleader. It suits her bouncy hair and the sweet sexy lips... Then, I came across the Music video for "Cool". Boy, this song really makes me have the hots fer her... She is damn Georgeous and Sexy... the pouty lips and that sexy legs... Ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I must really admit that this is purely an infactuation and never have I dream to be with her, in bed scene and neither in my figment imagination. Cos my Gwen Stefeni is now 6 months pregnant and she will always be my Gwen Forever..... Every inch of it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wink!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cool isn't it to befriend your ex-bf/gf? I mean, we sould just put our past and differences aside. I know that its not easy. Really not easy to see them as our friend now when we use to care and to love them. When suddenly the role changes and we are only friends now, the boundary in the relationship had widen and the gap has proves to be the biggest hurdle to overcome. But if u look at it in a different perspectives, I would rather have them as friends then to live without them at all, since we had love them and they have been a part of our life. Why dun we just forgive and forget and kiss and make up...? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's something that you should listen to....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen Stefani - Cool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's hard to remember how it felt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I found the love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Passes things get more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the obstacles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's good to see you now with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to think it was impossible&lt;br /&gt;Now you call me by my new last name&lt;br /&gt;Memories seem like so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Time always kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Harbor Boulevard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dreaming days where the mess was made&lt;br /&gt;Look how all the kids have grown&lt;br /&gt;We have changed but we're still the same&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be happy for you&lt;br /&gt;If you can be happy for me&lt;br /&gt;Circles and triangles, and now we're hangin' out with your new&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;So far from where we've been&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11849188-112299861066770094?l=soulsmatez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/feeds/112299861066770094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11849188&amp;postID=112299861066770094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112299861066770094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11849188/posts/default/112299861066770094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulsmatez.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-gwen.html' title='My Gwen....'/><author><name>Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912325832833897650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/soulmatez/104492403_1d120050a1_m1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
