<?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-8248578</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:48:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aida Iskandar</title><subtitle type='html'>EvEnTs iN tHe LiFe oF AiDa and IsKanDar, EvEr SiNce ThEy MeT wAy BaCk iN tHe YeAr 1999, aNd oNGoiNg...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-116863167871509303</id><published>2007-01-13T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T04:05:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MiSs HiM No MoRe</title><content type='html'>3 cheers and 3 cheers and 3 cheers for my uncle..... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm just happy that my 2nd last uncle from my mother's side was finally released from the tormented four walls of imprisonment. Last I saw him was year 2000... 6 years of total separation, not knowing at all how he was doing. He was released early morning of 12th January 2007. Goodness, how gawky I am to see him. He even mistook me as my mother but who could blame him. He also managed to catch up with nowadays high-tech gadgets. He wasn't at all questionary about 3G phones or how do we go around with the use of our 'new' EZLink cards. Found out that he learned IT while he was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, first and foremost I hope he didn't and would not repeat the same mistake he did 6 years ago and really repented. Next is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I pray the very best for him to get a job with his status. In his late 30's and a record, it wouldn't be easy for him but miracles can happen anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks wise, he still look the same, much thinner and well-built now. Deep voice too. Oohh.. No more missing him. I'm always half an hour away from him now. Or a phone call away. May things turn out good for him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sm00cHes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-116863167871509303?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/116863167871509303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/116863167871509303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2007/01/miss-him-no-more.html' title='MiSs HiM No MoRe'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-116839703269831355</id><published>2007-01-10T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:43:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BriGhT WedNesDaY</title><content type='html'>WoW..... I woke up early today... Amazing... That's because I am really in the need of finding a job.. I pity my Sayang to have to support me and himself, his mum and our deary bike.. $1400 a month is definitely not enough.. Not forgetting the bike's maintanance, blah blah bla... Yup.. Just not enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called this Childcare Centre at Redhill and I got a good response.. Going there later to interview.. Wish me the luck and the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... Should I go MOS today?? Kidding.... Sayang won't want to go on a Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sm00cHes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-116839703269831355?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/116839703269831355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/116839703269831355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2007/01/bright-wednesday.html' title='BriGhT WedNesDaY'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-116828611859640918</id><published>2007-01-09T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T04:47:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLuBs tHat I WeNt aNd wiSheS tO gO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hello Hello.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Long Time No See...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Haha... Maybe I would like to start off this year's blog with this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clubs that I went to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) Tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) Queen's (formerly known as Hendrix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) Paradigm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) O-Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6) Dbl-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7) MOS (Main Hall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clubs that I wish to check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Hard Rock Cafe (wished to enter since 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) MOS (other dance hall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) Devil's Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) The Cannery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) DXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6) St James Powerstation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-116828611859640918?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/116828611859640918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/116828611859640918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2007/01/clubs-that-i-went-and-wishes-to-go.html' title='CLuBs tHat I WeNt aNd wiSheS tO gO'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-112287066409088569</id><published>2005-08-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:31:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WeeKenD oF 29th-31st JuLy</title><content type='html'>I really pity this blog of mine. Have been ignored for quite some time. More active in updating my Multiply instead. Din't know why. Anyway, my weekend wasn't so fun. On Friday the 29th, as usual went for meeting at night then chill until 1 am and there everyone went home since no one has any plan of where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, supposed to go escort but in the end took a different route because my bike was unavailable until in the late afternoon. Then chill at Anggerik and wait for Boy to finish work so that we can go to Coke's Chalet at Pasir Ris together. And that, we went home at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is worst. My 1st day of menses so my stomach was really cramped to the max and then stayed home the whole day. Only went out for a while at night at 8pm to Jurong Point and bought Miss Congeniality, Armed and Fabuluos. Then reached home 1 and a half hour later. Dull...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-112287066409088569?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112287066409088569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112287066409088569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend-of-29th-31st-july.html' title='WeeKenD oF 29th-31st JuLy'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-112078675415762064</id><published>2005-07-06T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:20:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CreDiT CaRds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SCENE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A friend went to the local gym and placed his belongings in the locker. After the workout and a shower, he came out, saw the locker open, and thought to himself, "Funny, I thought I locked the locker. Hmmmmm." He dressed and just flipped the wallet to make sure all was in order. Everything looked okay, all cards were in place. A few weeks later his credit card bill came, a whooping bill of $14.000! He called the credit card company and started yelling at them, saying that he did not make the transactions. Customer care personnel verified that there was no mistake in the system and asked if his card had been stolen."No," he said, but then took out his wallet, pulled out the credit card, and yep, you guessed it, a switch had been made. An expired similar credit card from the same bank as in the wallet. The thief broke into his locker at the gym and switched cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Verdict: The credit card issuer said since he did not report the card missing earlier, he would have to pay the amount owed to them. How much did he have to pay for items he did not buy? $9,000! Why were there no calls made to verify the amount swiped? Small amounts rarely trigger a "warning bell" with some credit card companies. It just so happens that all the small amounts added up to big one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SCENE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A man at a local restaurant paid for his meal with his credit card. The bill for the meal came, he signed it, and the waitress folded the receipt and passed the credit card along. Usually, he would just take it and place it in his wallet or pocket. Funny enough, though, he actually took a look at the card and, lo and behold, it was the expired card of another person.He called the waitress and she looked perplexed. She took it back, apologized, and hurried back to the counter under the watchful eye of the man. All the waitress did while walking to the counter was wave the wrong expired card to the counter cashier, and the counter cashier immediately looked and took out the real card. No exchange of words - nothing! She took it and came back to the man with an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Verdict: Make sure the credit cards in your wallet at yours. Check the name on the card every time you sign for something and/or the card is taken away for even a short period of time. Many people just take back the credit card without even looking at it, thinking that it has to be theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, DEVELOP THE HABIT OF CHECKING YOUR CREDIT CARD EACH TIME IT IS RETURNED TO YOU AFTER A TRANSACTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;SCENE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;Yesterday I went into a pizza restaurant to pick up an order that I had called in. I paid by using my Visa Check Card which, of course, is linked directly to my checking account. The young man behind the counter took my card, swiped it, then laid it flat on the counter as he waited for the approval, which is pretty standard procedure. While he waited, he picked up his cell phone and started dialing. I noticed the phone because it is the same model I have, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then I heard a click that sounded like my phone sounds when I take a picture. He then gave me back my card but kept the phone in his hand as if he was still pressing buttons. Meanwhile, I'm thinking: I wonder what he is taking a picture of, oblivious to what was really going on. It then dawned on me: the only thing there was my credit card, so now I'm paying close attention to what he is doing. He set his phone on the counter, leaving it open. About five seconds later, I heard the chime that tells you that the picture has been saved. Now,I'm standing there struggling with the fact that this boy just took a picture of my credit card. Yes, he played it off well, because had we not had the same kind of phone, I probably would never have known what happened. Needless to say, I immediately canceled that card as I was walking out of the pizza parlor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;All I am saying is, be aware of your surroundings at all times. Whenever you are using your credit cards, take caution and don't be careless. Notice who is standing near you and what they are doing when you use your card. Be aware of phones because many have a camera phone these days. When you are in a restaurant and the waiter/waitress brings your card and receipt for you to sign, make sure you scratch the number off. Some restaurants are using only the last four digits, but a lot of them are still putting the whole thing on there I have already been a victim of credit card fraud and, believe me, it is not fun. The truth is that they can get you even when you are careful, but don't make it easy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-112078675415762064?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078675415762064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078675415762064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/07/credit-cards.html' title='CreDiT CaRds'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-112047052987530796</id><published>2005-07-05T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:48:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So TiReD</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm so tired nowadays. I stopped sales line 2 weeks ago and the tiredness still lingers. Maybe because here at my new workplace, I need to walk up and down the stairs. My office is like at the 3rd level and the pantry, say for example, is at the 1st storey. And the ladies at the 2nd storey. Plus, my project team manager is also at the 2nd storey. So many people at the 2nd storey. And seating at ur seat facing a black screen for the whole day is also not healthy. That's where I got my shoulder and neck muscle ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a dilemma of whether to go and do work which is haven't yet been completed or laze around. One thing here, lazing around is allowed but you get bored of it. Meeting my Sayang later after work at Ah Bee. My Sayang got so stressed up this morning thinking of his bike until he practically don't mind about my condition and situation that I'm going through. So I'm still waiting for something from him. I understand the fact that the overhaul charges for his bike has gone from $120 to $460 to $750. With that amount, he can actually down a new 2nd-hand 2A bike. Only need to add another few hundred dollars. So meeting Ah Bee to negotiate some more stuff. If go JB, only need to pay $300+, at least still within a affordable budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I know that we (or maybe me) are keeping the bike. Wasted so much money on it, there's no way we (or maybe me) are letting it go. Left 1 and a half years more to go for monthly instalments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-112047052987530796?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112047052987530796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112047052987530796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-tired.html' title='So TiReD'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-112078714569674351</id><published>2005-06-27T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:12:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoSt PoWeRfuL WoRds</title><content type='html'>T H E W O R D&lt;br /&gt;       * * *&lt;br /&gt;The Most Selfish One-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"I"&lt;br /&gt;Avoid It&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Al Kahf 18:34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Satisfying Two-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"WE"&lt;br /&gt;Use It&lt;br /&gt;Surah Al An'am 6:71-72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Poisonous Three-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"EGO"&lt;br /&gt;Kill It&lt;br /&gt;Surah Al Qasas 28:78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Used Four-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;Value It&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Al Rum 30:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Pleasing Five Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"SMILE"&lt;br /&gt;Keep It&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Al Najm 53:43)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fastest Spreading Six-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"RUMOUR"&lt;br /&gt;Ignore It&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Al Hujurat 49:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hardest Working Seven Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"SUCCESS"&lt;br /&gt;Achieve It&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Al Nur 24:37-38)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Enviable Eight-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"JEALOUSY"&lt;br /&gt;Distance It&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Yusuf 12:8-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Powerful Nine-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"KNOWLEDGE"&lt;br /&gt;Acquire It&lt;br /&gt;(of Allah &amp; the Holy Qu'ran) Surah Ya Sin 36:2 Surah&lt;br /&gt;Yusuf 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Essential Ten-Letter Word&lt;br /&gt;"CONFIDENCE"&lt;br /&gt;Trust It&lt;br /&gt;(Trust in Allah's Guidance)&lt;br /&gt;Surah Yunus 10: 9&lt;br /&gt;Surah Al Tawbah 9:51&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-112078714569674351?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078714569674351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078714569674351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/06/most-powerful-words_26.html' title='MoSt PoWeRfuL WoRds'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-112078701496110156</id><published>2005-06-25T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:10:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeSin BaSuH KaiN</title><content type='html'>There is this couple who has a son and a small house. They lived comfortably and happily. They have this habit of informing each other when they want to have sex so that each partner will be prepared. Lately the wife's parents had been frequently visiting them and will make it a habit to stay for quite a while.. So their privacy of discussing their night activity is rather limited with so many ears around and so little space. So the husband came up with an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Sayang, bila mak bapak Yang ada sini, kalau kita nak main projek, abang nanti kata, malam ni kena basuh kain tau.. Jadi Yang fahamlah yang malam tu abang nak anu... projek ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife : OK-lah bang ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the "basuh kain" thing worked out fine .. One day they had a misunderstanding and they were not on speaking terms and to make things worse the in laws came for another stay. After a day or two, the husband wanted to have sex, so he called his son and said,&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Atan, pi habak kat mak hang, malam ni dia kena basuh kain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Atan went to the mother and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atan : Mak, mak ... abah kata malam ni mak kena basuh kain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Pi habak kat bapak hang, mak kata WASHING MACHINE ROSAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Atan went and told his father .. he was frustrated but he waited. The in-laws were still around and after a few days, he had the urged again, so he sent his son again with the same message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Atan, pi habak kat mak hang, malam ni dia kena basuh kain, dah banyak dok simpan. And so Atan went and came back to his father with this answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atan : Mak kata, abah hang ni tak faham ka ..WASHING MACHINE DOK ROSAK LAGI ... simpanlah dulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the inlaws went back, and thinking that they already had a long fight and she also had the urge to have sex, the mother sent the son to the father :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Atan, pi habak kat bapak hang, mak kata WASHING MACHINE DAH BAIK, malam ni boleh basuh kain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Atan went and told his father ....and he went back to his mother with his father's reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Hang pi habak kat mak hang .. bapak kata tak payahlah nak basuh kain malam ni .. BAPAK DAH BASUH DENGAN TANGAN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-112078701496110156?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078701496110156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078701496110156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/06/mesin-basuh-kain.html' title='MeSin BaSuH KaiN'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-112078694361210480</id><published>2005-06-23T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:06:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah BeNg joKeS</title><content type='html'>Ah Seng wants to make love with Ah Lian but he is afraid that Ah Lian  will get pregnant, so he approaches his friend Ah Beng for advice. Ah Beng said "Aiya, very easy one lah. Nah, take this packet of condoms and follow the instructions, nothing will happen one." So Ah Seng takes the condom and at night makes love with Ah Lian. Two months later, Ah Seng comes to look for Ah Beng and tells him that Ah Lian is pregnant. "Cannot be what, did you follow the instructions or not?" asks Ah Beng. "Got lah. The box says, stretch the condom over organ before intercourse, I got no organ, so I stretch it over my piano loh."&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng to a long-distance telephone operator: "Could you please tell me the time difference between Taipei and Las Vegas?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Just a minute......"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Thank You," and puts down the phone." =======================================================&lt;br /&gt;At a bar in New York, the man to Ah Beng's left tells the bartender, "JOHNNIE WALKER, SINGLE."&lt;br /&gt;and his companion says, "JACK DANIELS, SINGLE."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender approaches Ah Beng and asks," AND YOU, SIR?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng replies:" Tan Ah Beng, MARRIED." =======================================================&lt;br /&gt;After completing a jigsaw puzzle he'd been working on quite for some time, Ah Beng proudly shows off the finished puzzle to a friend. "It took me ONLY FIVE MONTHS TO DO IT," Ah Beng brags. "FIVE MONTHS? THAT'S TOO LONG," the friend exclaims. "YOU ARE A FOOL." Ah Beng replies," NO LAH, SEE THIS BOX, IT IS WRITTEN FOR 4-7 YRS, LEH!" =======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng took part in the Singapore Manhunt Competition. During the Q&amp;A segment, the host asks, "Name a drink that begins with the letter 'G'." The crowd shouts, "Gin! Gin!" Others exclaim, "No it's Grape Juice!" Another smart aleck yells, "Alamak, Gatorade!"&lt;br /&gt;Host: "Quiet please."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng laughs hysterically like a hyena before replying, "C'mon man, you think I need your help? I got more original answer: Guni!"(cow milk in Hokkien). =======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng had just bought a new computer and was using it when he encountered some problems. He decided to use the 'Help' command. After some tries, he became irritated and called the computer retailer for support. Ah Beng:" I pressed the 'F1' key for help...but it's been over half an hour and still nobody has came to help me???"&lt;br /&gt;Computer Retailer:...............&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;In an English class: Teacher: "Class, do you know the meaning of parents?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Yes, teacher, it means father and mother."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Good. Can you give me an example?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Sure. Cowboy's parents mean cowboy's father and mother. Also can say Cowboy's father is Cow Pay and Cowboy's mother is Cow Boo. So together we say Cow Pay Cow Boo (KPKB)."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Fainted..............&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng with his two red ears went to his doctor. The doctor asked him what happened to his ears and he answered," I was ironing a shirt and the phone ring loh but instead of picking up the phone, I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my ear. So kena loh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear!" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. "But...what happen to the other ear?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah! That stoooopid dumbo called back!" =======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng and Ah Seng rent a boat and fish in a lake everyday. One day, they caught 30 fishes. Ah Beng said to Ah Seng," Mark this spot so that we can come back here again tomorrow." The next day, when they were driving to rent the boat, Ah Beng asked Ah Seng," Did you mark that spot?" Ah Seng replied," Yeah, I put a big X on the bottom of the boat," Ah Beng said," You stupid fool! What if we don't get that same boat today !?!?&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng and Ah Seng exited and locked the car in a hurry, forgetting to remove the key which was in the ignition.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing the mistake, Ah Beng asked," Why don't we get a coat hanger to open it?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, that won't work," answered Ah Seng." People might think we're trying to break in."&lt;br /&gt;Then Ah Beng suggested," What if we use a pocket knife to cut the rubber, then stuck a finger in and pull up the lock?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Ah Seng. "People will think we're too dumb to use a coat hanger."&lt;br /&gt;The "kan cheong" Ah Beng shouted," We better think of something fast. It's staring to rain and the sunroof is open!!!"&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng serving his NS overseas and far from home, was annoyed and upset when his girl Ah Lian wrote breaking off their engagement and asking for her photograph back. He went out and collected from his friends all the unwanted photographs of women that he could find, bundled them all together and sent them to her with a note stating the following: "Regret cannot remember which one is you............... please keep your photo and return the others."&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Once Ah Beng , Ah Seng and Ah Lian went for dinner at the Compass Rose at the top of the Westin Stamford . After dinner, they went to the lift scanned the buttons and couldn't find the button for the first floor. Ah Beng suggested taking the stairs but Ah Lian decided to press the lift button "G". They found themselves on the first ground and Ah Beng remarked, "Wah, you so smart, ah. How did you know this was ground floor?" Ah Lian replied ," Aiyah so simple you also dunno! G: stands  for gero loh!" =======================================================&lt;br /&gt;One evening, Ah Beng and Ah Lian went to a lounge and requested the DJ to play the song "Ah Cheng Buey Lo Ti" (Ah Cheng buys bread). The DJ told them they only played English songs and asked them to request another song. They were upset and complained to the manager that the DJ was insulting them. After many hours of calming them down, the manager found out they were actually requesting the Righteous Brothers song, "Unchained Melody".&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng and Ah Seng went to a hawker centre. Ah Seng noticed the hygiene grades issued by the Ministry of Health pasted at each stall and asked Ah Beng, "Eh, the 'A', 'B', 'C' and 'D' stand for what ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng snorted and said, "Aiyah, this sort of thing you also dunno! 'D' stand for 'delicious', 'C' stand for 'can eat' , 'B' stand for 'buay sai' (cannot) and 'A' stand for 'Alamak'!"&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, a rich Singapore tycoon wanted to know how happy a man could be if he was given one wish. He paid three people to test out his experiment. The rules were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each person could only have one wish.&lt;br /&gt;2. They will be l eft on a deserted island for 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;3. Food, but not liquor would be provided.&lt;br /&gt;The first contestant, Billy Clinton (USA) asked for 30 prettiest PLAYBOY centerfolds: "So I can make the most beautiful babies in the world."&lt;br /&gt;The second contestant, Jon Major (UK) said, "I want 30 years' supply of booze."&lt;br /&gt;The last contestant, Ah Beng (Singapore) said, "I want 30 years' supply of Saa-lim (Salem) cigarettes so I can smoke until I song-song."&lt;br /&gt;30 years later, the three contestants came back for a press conference. Billy had with him 200 children and 30 estranged women. He remarked, "It has been a long sexual experience for me and was wondering whether anyone care to buy a child. I will even throw in the mother for free!" Jon, hanging on to a bottle of beer, was suffering from a hangover but he managed to utter these words. "God save the Beer! The Queen can drink seawater." The last contestant, Ah Beng, hugging onto cartons of Salem shouted, "Ni na beh! Buay kee gia lighter!!!" (@#$*! Forgot to bring lighter!)&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Last night, an incident took place at Boat Quay. What happened was some idiot was trying to show off and declared th at he could swim across the Singapore River. He jumped in and started swimming. But before he could reach the halfway mark, he started to panic and started to shout for help. Being typical Singaporeans, a crowd started to gather to watch and yet no attempt was made by anybody to save that poor chap. Suddenly there was a splash and the crowd turned to see a guy doing what seemed like a desperate attempt to reach the drowning victim. It was clear that this hero couldn't swim! Luckily a tongkang filled with tourists was passing by and the operator saw the incident and picked both men from the water. The crowd cheered! Back on shore, the crowd cheered again as the hero stepped off the tongkang. "Steady lah!" and "Awright, man!" were among any congratulations shouted. Ah Beng looked angry and shouted "Ka ni na! Siang too wa loh chui?" &gt; (*%#@! Who pushed me into the water?") =======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng joined a quiz show and was asked to a name three fruits whose names begin with "A". Ah Beng immediately said "Apple...Apricot..." then he was stumped. After a while, he finally shouted triumphantly, "Ang Mor Tan!"&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng ordered a pizza and the waitress asked if he should cut it in six or twelve pieces. "Six, please. I could never eat twelve pieces."&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;How do you make Ah Beng laugh on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Tell him a joke on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, look at the dead bird."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng looked skyward and said, "Where, where got?"&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;Why did Ah Beng go to a movie with his 18 friends?&lt;br /&gt;Because below 18 was not allowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-112078694361210480?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078694361210480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112078694361210480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah-beng-jokes.html' title='Ah BeNg joKeS'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-112002368643187401</id><published>2005-06-21T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:41:26.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MiSs SaLeS LiNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I'm still selling clothes and upselling some other things that came along with it. And now I'm always in front of the computer with a black screen almost 80% of the time. When i was doing sales, I wanted drafting so much. And now when I do drafting, I miss sales so much. It's like if possible I wanted to do both but thats purely impossible. Anyway, I like my new job better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different I realize why I cannot do sales anymore is because now I have other commitments that requires half of my time. Haha. Yeah right. My boyfriend needs half of my time. I wish. It's not totally from my Sayang but along together with my family and my bikerz friends. Back 3/4 years ago, I'm soooo single. Also, after 1 month I worked, my boyfriend then ask for a break off, saying that I don't have time even to talk to him on the phone and yet on my off day, I can go out with my friend Azlina instead of him. It's like down to my fault. Whatever. So that's why I can cope with sales last time and not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that since I got a Diploma, I wanted to make use of it. I may say before that I don't want to continue in this line but somehow, come to think of it, I have wasted over a thousand for this course in Poly in which at least now I intend to work in this line to 'get back' the money that I came out with. Actually, I can get back by the 2nd months pay but to work for 2 months is pathetic. So just continue to work with another goal in  mind. TO HAVE MONEY AND BUY WHATEVER YOU WANT PLUS SUPPORT PARENTS WITH MONEY THAT THEY HAVE SPEND ON YOU SINCE YOU WERE YOUNG!!! HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time people grow and EARN money for their own good and future. Until later.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-112002368643187401?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112002368643187401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/112002368643187401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-sales-line.html' title='I MiSs SaLeS LiNe'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-111503410704976789</id><published>2005-04-29T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:41:47.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShOrT aNd SweeT</title><content type='html'>On the 28th April, which is yesterday, I stayed home the whole day. Partly also because my dearest Iskandar doesn't want to bring me along to ITE Dover, the day and evewnt I'm soo looking forward to. And he blew and spoiled it just like that. I know it's a very very short visit and very simple and short procedure for registration for that school. But still, I like to follow for these kind of things because it's something that will never happen again. Unless if he dropped out and re-enter again, then that will be a different story and in which , I know it won't happen. Won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwayz, weekly B.A. meeting is changed to yesterday's night. Thursday night to be exact. Because  that is the night where Aim is free to conduct a meeting. And so I came down with 3/4 jeans and Poly 50 shirt. Surprisingly also, a lot of members turned up. At 11 pm, we went off to Bukit Timah Pool Factor. Before that, Mat's bike couldn't start but finally it could with some help. After playing some pool, everybody go their own way by 12:30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-111503410704976789?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111503410704976789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111503410704976789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/04/short-and-sweet.html' title='ShOrT aNd SweeT'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-111459347516214381</id><published>2005-04-27T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:18:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^~^ LoYaR BuRuK ^~^</title><content type='html'>1. Anda berada di stesen bas dan rakan andaternampak sambil bertanya:"Tunggu bas ke?"Anda harus menjawab: "Taklah aku tengahtunggu babi jadi halal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anda hendak pergi ke bilik mandi untuk mandidan rakan sebilik anda bertanyer: "Kao nak mandi ke ?"Jawab: "Takbleh ar geng..aku keje ar niari.." haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anda sedang menulis surat dan rakan andamenegur: "Aik? Tulis surat nampak?"Jawab: "Hek..tak ar..surat tulis aku.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anda sedang makan nasik dan orangtegur: "Makan nasik?"Jawab: " Ni bau pusat bodoh...!!" heehaw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anda baru pulang dari kerja dan jiran anda bertanyer: "Baru balek dari keje?" Jawab: "ar ah..baru nak punch card ar nie dok.."hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Anda sedang sibuk buat kerja dan rakan sepejabat menegur: "Eh kau sibuk ke?"Jawab : "Apa sak...kau ar sesebok...ku tak kacau kau per.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Anda sedang menonton tv ceriter melayu,rakan anda datang lalubertanyer:"Eh citer melayu ke?" Jawab: "Actually kan..by right kan..nikan..sepatotnyer crita melayu ..pas tu kan akubeli headlight 700dollar.."(while dancing away)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-111459347516214381?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111459347516214381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111459347516214381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/04/loyar-buruk.html' title='^~^ LoYaR BuRuK ^~^'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-111449583207836167</id><published>2005-04-26T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:10:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ AbOuT mY MuLTipLy ~</title><content type='html'>Oh ya, by the way, I have a similar blog set up. It's from Multiply.com. My entries are going to be somewhat similar so it's of not much difference. It's just that in this blogspot, I can edit the HTML a lot. While in Multiply, so far, there's restriction and I still have little knowledge on how to edit the HTML for Multiply. Hopefully soon I can hook up my Multiply links on my sideboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-111449583207836167?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111449583207836167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111449583207836167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/04/about-my-multiply.html' title='~ AbOuT mY MuLTipLy ~'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-111449530919479632</id><published>2005-04-26T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:04:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;&lt; EnJoY EnJoY &gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>First of all, I finished my work at the West Mall Atrium by 18th April. After that, I have my own time again to enjoy..... before I start working again by 1st or 2nd week of May. And so, last Friday, which is the 23rd April, I went out with my B.A. friends. Before that, in the afternoon, my and my dear went to 888 Plaza at Admiralty to attend to a 'case of the missing helmet'. Just touring Wdl area, the area where my friend lost his helmet, who knows we are lucky enough to catch the culprit or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I followed my dear home for him to change to his SMART HANDSOME clothing because we planned to go Planet Paradigm that night. And so we did.... We arrived at Paradigm at a time just nice before 10pm to get our hands 'chop' and pay at a much lower price. Cost $6 each. After 10 pm will definitely cost much more. After settling down then came 6 other friends of mine. So far, that's the 3rd club I've been, after Queen's(Hendrix) and Tunnel. Whilst inside, met my close cousin, my 'ex-madu', and an ex-schoolmate from Tanglin. Halfway through, another B.A. friend of mine joined. By 3am, we went out from the club, also because there's a girl-girl fight that broke out and so we need to be out of the scene before the police came and asks us a lot of question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Datin%20Suzee%20Aida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Datin%20Suzee%20Aida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaTin SuZeE n Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then make our way to Newton to eat. Surprisingly, I couldn't finish my food and I have my dear to finish it. Haha, as usual. After the plates are empty, we chatted a little bit and make our way home and I reached home by 5 am. What I know was that I got KNOCKED OUT once my head touches my soft puffy pillow. The next day woke up at 2pm. Hahahahaha..... It's been a long time since I had that kind of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-111449530919479632?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111449530919479632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111449530919479632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_25.html' title='&lt;&lt;&lt; EnJoY EnJoY &gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-111259392316884301</id><published>2005-04-05T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:52:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NyaH NyaH NyaH......</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Actually, I really haven't been blogging in for like what... 3 months? No reason in particular.. Before this I was busy with the last jointr crit which is JC4, and which I had failed B Cons and B Sci. Understandable because I was rushing as I had mistaken the dateline for the submission. So I was 1 week late. So a two weeks works cramped to 3 days and the result is FAIL.. Must remember, have to minus 1 day for model-making, 1 day for printing and 1 day for compilation of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the comp in my house was reformatted and Blogger in my comp was of no normal words but instead is made up of squares and some unknown character. Right at this moment, I was waiting for my next test, B Sci 3, which is at 2pm. Don't have the confident to pass as the previous test (ADR 3) was horribly done. I think for now that's it. I will just try to fill in what I had done the past 3 months in 'reflecting back' mode. Anyway, I had a new 'website-like' page which is the Multiply, introduced by my best friend, Adik.. Ciaoz for now... Wishing myself good luck for the test... (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-111259392316884301?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111259392316884301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/111259392316884301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/04/nyah-nyah-nyah.html' title='NyaH NyaH NyaH......'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-110663049688732337</id><published>2005-01-26T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T13:21:36.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALoHa (AFteR sO LoNg)</title><content type='html'>Anyway, this is the first entry like after so long. I just finished my heavy lunch of Nasi Ayam Oyster and now I'm back in S3, stoned, sleepy and lazy. But I might as well make use of this time to do work since I'm always going out at night, especially on weekends. Maybe I'll start writing back week by week basis of entry, MAYBE only, and so, I won't forget really what happened every week because so far, every week was a happening week. Surely there's something major that has happened. Like my sister broke up with the STUPID boyfriend and that boyfriend of hers spread rumors of untrue to a particular person and thereafter... And so on and so on and so on..... Guess now I should be starting back to my work before I get really lazy.. Chiaoz for now PeePz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-110663049688732337?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110663049688732337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110663049688732337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2005/01/aloha-after-so-long.html' title='ALoHa (AFteR sO LoNg)'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-110291209720562404</id><published>2004-12-14T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T12:28:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KiLLinG TiM3 iN S3</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. What am I doing now is basically slacking and killing time to wait for my next class which starts at 1 pm and I'm so not hungry to join anyone to eat. Therefore, I am here blogging in my S3 class. Amazingly I'm not sleepy although I slept only 1 hr and 15 min, from 6 am to 7:15 am. My dearest Iskandar and Ben went home at around 4:30 am but still I can't get my eyes to close in order for me to sleep. But I can feel my whole body and my feet relax after a whole day riding (as a pillion) and walking at shopping centres at Johor. So for now I'm waiting in my class with a fellow classmate of mine named Fauzly to go to the next class. Ciao!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-110291209720562404?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110291209720562404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110291209720562404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/12/killing-tim3-in-s3.html' title='KiLLinG TiM3 iN S3'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-110062051988928632</id><published>2004-11-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T12:36:10.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IsKaNdaR IsKaNdaR IsKaNdaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Scan10002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/480/Scan10002a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. Nothing much for this entry. I just find him particularly handome in this picture. With that kind of pose with that kind of smile. So melt-hearting. This is one of his pictures taken during his ITE days when he has just finished his voluntary work as a crowd-cheering or whatever he called it for National Day Parade 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-110062051988928632?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110062051988928632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110062051988928632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/11/iskandar-iskandar-iskandar.html' title='IsKaNdaR IsKaNdaR IsKaNdaR'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-110058809525751808</id><published>2004-11-16T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:25:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Me%20and%20Nadirah.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/480/Me%20and%20Nadirah.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... This is the second day of Hari Raya... My collection amount is $????.... Guess for yourself lah... Anyway, today I got to wake up a bit later around 11:30 am because my relatives will be coming to my house first. Actually, right after my shower, they came. What a perfect timing. Everyone is so happy even though they came from my late grandma's grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour plus, we proceeded to my eldest uncle's house at Choa Chu Kang. Stayed there for another hour or two. By the way, something happened at my uncle's place. My dad mysteriously accidently knocked down their vase of flower and sand glass, and all the flower shattered to pieces. All the glass sand content spilled out. And I found myself getting worried over my dad. Whether he is ok and whether he got hurt by the shattering glass. And got to know that he is perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is Wak Le's house. He moved from Jurong East to Bukit Gombak and so we went to Bukit Gombak, his new house. In his house is my late grandma's elder sister, aged 90 over. She's so cute. Serious. My aunt liked to play her around but a lot of people helped her by telling her that my aunt was simply pulling her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off from there around close to 6pm and I split with my family to go off to my dearest Iskandar's house. Was there till at night and I reached home around 11 plus pm. Had a really great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pictures was taken at the playground under my block...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Siti%20and%20Nadirah.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/480/Siti%20and%20Nadirah.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi Cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-110058809525751808?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110058809525751808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110058809525751808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/11/2nd-day-of-hari-raya.html' title='2nd Day of Hari Raya'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-110163329043135771</id><published>2004-11-15T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:36:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Hari%20Raya%20Pertama.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Hari%20Raya%20Pertama.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Picture, 1st Day of Hari Raya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Me%20and%20Younger%20Sis.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Me%20and%20Younger%20Sis.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and My Younger Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-110163329043135771?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110163329043135771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/110163329043135771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/11/1st-day-hari-raya.html' title='1st Day Hari Raya'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109993526210280694</id><published>2004-11-08T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:40:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoT So TiReD..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Kedai%20Abg%20Zull.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/480/Kedai%20Abg%20Zull.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Kedai Abg Ah Zull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee... Another day out to Johor and actually, it's a fun one but my mood kind of spoiled when I got to know that I won't be following my dearest Iskandar the next time we went in to take his bike. Of all things, I was looking forward to that, I don't know why. Maybe because since I accompany my Dear to sent it there on my own freewill, I just also want to be there to collect it. Typical Aida's feelings. Can't help it. Worst still, the mood gone way before I reached Singapore Immigration Checkpoint. So sad. If not, I definitely would have enjoyed myself and not make problems. The last thing I want is to create perangai and problem to my Dear but I just can't help feeling sad and down. Occasionally once in a while I can smile and laugh but it could not last long. Like cheap batteries, cannot last long. Only uses Energizers at a much later time when he allow me to accompany him when he collect his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang's Togel TZM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/TZM%20Togel.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/480/TZM%20Togel.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109993526210280694?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109993526210280694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109993526210280694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/11/not-so-tired.html' title='NoT So TiReD..'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109975852266600998</id><published>2004-11-07T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T12:38:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiReD FuN</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm naggy. Worst, I'm having my menstrual pain. But still, I went out from 11 am and reached home 12 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first destination I went was to Bike Production at Lavender/Boon Keng. Reason is because I'm helding on to my dearest Iskandar's ATM card and need to be there to pass his money. A total of $380 was drawn out to pay for his supposedly new bike. Things take a turn there. The bloody idiotic shop owner there didn't allow my dear to trade in to a first-hand bike. Only to another second-hand bike is permissable. His reason: because I have too many old bike. Ya, like WHATEVER!! It's not my dear's fault that he has too mnay old bike. Ok, that is still nothing. The 'best' part is, in addition to $500 for a &lt;br /&gt;trade-in to a second-hand RXZ, he needs to give another $500 for the repair of his TZM and $70 tranfer fee. So a total of $1070 to be given. What the f**k right. My Sayang's Dad got damn fed-up to the maximum. Luckily he's fasting so no further argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of discussion, finally me and my Sayang's Dad came to a decision to just overhaul the bike, the engine, whatever's that's giving the bike the problem. A further discussion led to a decision to overhaul the bike at Johor kedai Abg Zul. And from Boon Keng to Wdl's Checkpoint, we called Abg Acai for help. And so he helped, teasing me all the way in the lorry, my Sayang laughing at me instead of helping me. Anyway, Abg Acai dropped us at the BKE and we will be on our own after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the entrance to the motorcycles checkpoint, the bike's gasket broke and all the water-coolen overflow, letting out extreme heat to my backside. Haha. So funny because the thing is so hot. I end up walking almost all the way to the checkpoint because my Sayang has to switch off his bike and let it cool before starting the bike again. So all the way after Singapore immigration nothing worst happened. Once we reached Johore, we went to exchange money and there stood their TP directing people to different route. We almost ignore him but think again, we are at a different country, anything happen we might not go home. So we just took the other route and anyhow exit back to the main road leading to Abg Zul's shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Abg Zul's shop we met a Singaporean knowing about Man Motor nya kedai. We talked for a while then we went off by 7:30 to eat. We ate at one of the shophouse's eating stall. Well, I didn't finish my food because the place itself made me feel uncomfortable. Don't really like it. Will only be damn comfortable in mainland but just not at another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took off from Johore at abot 8:30pm and reached Singapore Immigration at 9:30pm. But the waiting for 170 at Johore was damn long and some Ugly Singaporeans are as usual, pushing each other when boarding the bus. But that is it. We continue to take bus 170 to Kranji and from there we took a cab home. Haha. Haiya... Just too tired and smelly to be in the train. I reached home then at 10:30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109975852266600998?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109975852266600998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109975852266600998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/11/tired-fun.html' title='TiReD FuN'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109877905216015493</id><published>2004-10-27T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:24:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma WoRk's OvEr..... NoT !!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah... I thought that my work and stress are over but no... The lecturers decided that they should make me redo and refine my sections and elevation.. And plus my structural plans.. I don really need to redo my structural plans because the mistake that I made was the colour code.. I accidently note down the tie beams as the secondary supporting beam.. Whatever.. All I know since I got the opportunity to refine, I think I'll refine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting I have to do the a/c lines, the piping and stuff.. Hope I can do it.. Hee2.. It's not like as if I understand the a/c system much.. Ok.. Gtg now... Ciaoz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109877905216015493?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109877905216015493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109877905216015493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/10/ma-works-over-not.html' title='Ma WoRk&apos;s OvEr..... NoT !!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109833405037425036</id><published>2004-10-22T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T12:47:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do.....</title><content type='html'>Yes... What to do.. Firstly on Saturday and Sunday, my pC fails to co-operate with me to work well which instead requires me and my dad to sent it to PC Clininc at Sim Lim.. Took two days to be really ok which also means that I can't do work by nature for those two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my mouse can't work. It will take a long time to pan my autocad always.. Bila mau habis.. Therefore, now, i'm going to take a shower and I'm going to school... Ciaoz... Adios....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109833405037425036?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109833405037425036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109833405037425036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do.....'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109815405322946830</id><published>2004-10-19T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:49:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLaZinG ArrOw's EasT CoAsT OuTiNg......</title><content type='html'>BERENDAM AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/BAECP17.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/BAECP17.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Where do I start?? Ok, everybody basically turn up at close to 1pm. Could have been earlier but you know, janji Melayu. Anyway, when everybody has settled down, after the food has been laid out and the bags were in place, everybody go for the foods. Yes, we really do go for the food. LAPAR GILER!!! After a few minute or so, the girls started changing, except for 2 of them who didn't bring any extra clothing. And the guys decided to go top-naked, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went into the sea. I remember me and Mar guiding Jun in the water, to help her lose her water phobia. It was fun. Then they played some ball games in the sea in which I don't remember participating in. Maybe at that time I was just lazy, afraid that I might go under and swallow in the sea-water. Yuck! So Salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a time where the guys decided to play with the sand, resulting in burying Fad's whole body. Body parts formed were breast and dick. Wonder what sex was that. It remained unsolved until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this entry as this entry actually existed under the title 'Sunday, 20th September 2004'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109815405322946830?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109815405322946830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109815405322946830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/10/blazing-arrows-east-coast-outing.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#9999FF&quot; size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;comic sans ms&quot;&gt;BLaZinG ArrOw&apos;s EasT CoAsT OuTiNg......&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109813545018599488</id><published>2004-10-18T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T02:32:37.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AdVaNce AnNiVeRsaRy OuTinG......</title><content type='html'>It's Us Again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Together.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/480/Together.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is only the 10th of October but yeah, we were celebrating it in advance as early as 4 days earlier. Because on the day itself, which is the 14th of October, both of us will not be free as I will be having my NAPFA test in the evening and my dearest Iskandar will be having his full-on duty. Bu it's ok as we are kinda used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 10th of October, I went out with my full flairing dress that I bought at P.O.A. at Plaza Singapura. And my dearest Iskandar wore his smart Giordano pants and some smart-casual collared shirt. And he is so damn smart and handsome. Furthermore, it's touching as I rushed down my stairs to meet him, he surprised me at the bottom of the sairs, actually waiting for me and I feel like some Cinderella. Well duh, because of my dress anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the outing at somewhere somewhere, and then we went to eat at Amiran's at Bugis. I ordered medium-well steak and my dearest Iskandar ordered chicken pasta. Quite delicious. Then we walked around at Bugis and took this neoprint card at the 3rd level, where else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9pm plus, we make our way home and meet Hassan and Jun as they want to go to my house to burn a cd. And Jun happens to like my dress. Yeah!! Anyway, they stayed at my house until 11pm plus and then each of them including my dearest Iskandar make their way home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109813545018599488?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109813545018599488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109813545018599488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/10/advance-anniversary-outing.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#99FF33&quot; size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;comic sans ms&quot;&gt;AdVaNce AnNiVeRsaRy OuTinG......&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109679972506343821</id><published>2004-10-11T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:09:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TaLk ThE NigHT OuT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Me%20and%20Datin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/480/Me%20and%20Datin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Datin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's on a Friday, and if I'm not mistaken, it's on 01/10/04, a.k.a. Children's Day. In the afternoon, I went to my dearest Iskandar's place to accompany him to sent his tv for repair, as well as to pick him up. After he has finished doing his 'chores', we make our way down to Sim Lim Square to look for his USB Port. We found that thing quite fast and so he suggested we walk around Sim Lim Square and see what new stuffs are there in the IT world. Haha luckily he entertained me during the window-shop and I enjoyed myself. I don't know why I hate Sim Lim Square so much. Maybe it's just some untold reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, after that, we went to walk around Bugis Village and we found out that there's a lot of nice and cheap stuffs there. Like we found out that there's a shop that sells collared T-shirts of bike brands prints. And it cost $26. He aimed for that with a YAMAHA print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After we are done with Bugis Village, we hang around in front of 7-11 after buying drinks and then there's this one guy who came up to us tknow what kind of Internet system we are using. My dearest Iskandar were then hooking up the conversation as he was trying to find out which Internet system he's going to use. And so finally he sign up for Singnet which will resume 1st November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At 8pm, I went home to take bike to go to meeting in which we are late because my dearest Iskandar has been tring to install his USB port into his computer. And so we reached Al-Azhar at near 11pm. After they settled their stuff, we went off to top-up individual bikes with oil at SPC at Holland Road and by then it's actually 12:30am. Late huh.. After that, we went to Town area with the intention to just riding around and we make a pit stop at Suntec City as some of them wants to go to the toilet, also to wait up some people who either lost their way or accidently split up. Once everyone has gathered again, we went to Boat Quay to just chill around at the descending staircase down to the river. This was all last minute decision at the spur of the moment. None of this trip was planned. Anyway, we stayed there only until 1:45am. On our way out to our bikes, I met my cousin, Lily. She's just chilling around with her male colleagues and from her I got to know that she has broken up again with her long-time boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that we went to my dearest Iskandar place to drop him off. Once we reached his blk, Ben and Hassan called and told us to wait until they came. And so we waited and they arrive at 2:30am. And there we talked all the way until 5:30am. We talked about various topics like some voodoo stuff and about certain people. Also how they try to convince a friend to take extra care of the significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Overall, it has been a fun night although it's just purely talking and gossiping about each other. The picture above was taken at Esso at 5:30am when we were heading home. After they sent me home, they were kind enough to accompany my dearest Iskandar to his camp. Haiz.. Will be one of the memorable days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109679972506343821?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109679972506343821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109679972506343821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/10/talk-night-out.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#CC9999&quot; size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;comic sans ms&quot;&gt;TaLk ThE NigHT OuT&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109630109116003136</id><published>2004-09-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:50:34.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoLe BLaZinG ArroW MHR HeLmeT</title><content type='html'>&lt;----- BLaZinG ArroW -----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Blazing%20Arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Blazing%20Arrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109630109116003136?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109630109116003136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109630109116003136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/09/sole-blazing-arrow-mhr-helmet.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#CC0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;papyrus&quot;&gt;SoLe BLaZinG ArroW MHR HeLmeT&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109647278823440820</id><published>2004-09-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:49:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 20th September 2004</title><content type='html'>Haha.. The real day has arrived. The regulars of Blazing Arrow was all spotted at East Coast Beach near The Beach Bar at 1pm. That's how late we started to settle down finally. Nothing much to say for the events of today. Maybe I'll put it down in point form, to make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedies that happened throughout the day were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;          -  Datin brought along with her a tub full of sardine, which is to be spread onto a slice of bread, or even two. And wala-wala, the hotness and spicyness of her sardines can really make us dink a 1.5litree of any water. And it's just A SLICE OF BREAD FOLDED INTO TWO. Wonder how it would feel if it's spread in between two slices of bread. Real killer man the sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -  The 'rule' of going to the beach is that EVERYONE has to get into the water. So, those who aren't wet were forced aby respective sexes to be drageed and plunged into the sea. For the girls incident, we meant only to pull and throw Ika in and w/o knowing, she pulled the sweater of Yati, Zul's girl. Therefore, that resulted in Yati being pulled into the sea as well. What we didn't realize is that Yati was holding on to Zul's hp and too bad, the hp got part of the sea water as well. Typically, Zul was angry enough to know that at later time after drying up his hp and all, it still can't work and the LCD screen was still so blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. The main events that happen. Most of time was leisurely spent in the sea and on land eating and drinking. I went off earlier than them because my dearest Iskandar has to report to MT Line before 6. After he reached his camp, I went to his house to collect the neccesities from his house for his stay and reached back at his camp at 7+ close to 8 pm. That's when while attempting a U-turn, I fell. Haha. A very stupid fell but it was a lesson for me. My dearest Iskandar ran all the way from his bunk and help me out to start the bike as it can't even change gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus point and one notch and level up of my love to and for my dearest Iskandar Zulkarnain Bin Zainal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109647278823440820?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109647278823440820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109647278823440820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/09/sunday-20th-september-2004.html' title='Sunday, 20th September 2004'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109569684911100109</id><published>2004-09-21T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:22:05.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 19th September 2004</title><content type='html'>1st Hendrix Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Scan10024.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Scan10024.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. In the evening at about 5 pm, I went to Plaza Singapura to terminate my Starhub line. After that we chill in the room until about 9 pm where later we went out to eat at Beach Road first before meeting Farhan at Boat Quay. We reached Beach Road at 9:30pm and there we meet Daniel (Chempera). After finished our meal, we reached Boat Quay at 10:30 pm which is early than the meeting time of 11 pm. But there, we met a lot of my Sayang's campmates where everyone of them invites him in to Hendrix, including Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after standing one full hour in front of Hendrix waiting for all of his friends to reappear, finally, we gave by entering. My Sayang's reason is definitely because of long time didn't enter and as of me, my curiosity really builds up of what is happening inside the club. Anyway, within that hour, Malik and Rini came out from the club and like the rest, invites us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10min to midnight, we went to draw money from his ATM and came back sui2 at 12:05 am. So we have to pay more then the rate before midnight. Once we enter, my dearest Iskandar told me that his ex-girlfriend, Hayda, was in the club with us. And indeed, I saw her and oh my, she really do stare at us for a very long time and rarely takes her eyes of my dearest Iskandar. And that's terribly irritating for me because not only she stare at him like almost all the time, she also dance particularly close to him. I don't know whether it's deliberately done but it's too coincidential not to believe that there's a motive. Whatever it is, it's over. I really don't know what else to say about that particular situation. All I know is that aside from that, I do have a great time in the club with my dearest Iskandar, along with his friends, Zam and Farhan, although by some time, they were lost from the reality world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end the night-morning, we went out at 4:30am so that we won't go out together with Hayda, forgot to mention that there's a time when me and my dearest Iskandar went out of the club to take the fresh air outside, VOILA!!, ahe was outside too within minutes. Coincident huh? Ya and so we get out from there at that mentioned time and when we reached our destination, we took a shower 1st, then knockout after like 20 to 30 minutes later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109569684911100109?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109569684911100109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109569684911100109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/09/saturday-19th-september-2004.html' title='Saturday, 19th September 2004'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109535168685345759</id><published>2004-09-17T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:52:18.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just A Bike...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Ranap.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Ranap.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoToR SaKiT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what me and my dearest Iskandar called.... A SICK BIKE.. To date, 16/09/04, it's already in ICU.. Can't even go 80km/h. Going to be given back to the shop anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this picture was taken the day after he met with the accident in front of Hong Kah Secondary School. The head ferring was like so cracked and half-gone. And the ferring itself was like so scrapped by the friction made with the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words, luckily the nothing really serious happen to the rider. Only BIG WOUNDS on his right hand and BIG DEEP WOUNDS on his right knee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109535168685345759?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109535168685345759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109535168685345759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-just-bike.html' title='It&apos;s Just A Bike...'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470537784826628</id><published>2004-09-10T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:31:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alamak!!! Badan Tough Seh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Kong.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Kong.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badan Kong Seh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... It's really hard to see my dearest Iskandar to have that kinda body. If I'm not mistaken, that was taken when he was ending his BMT period. And he slimmed down to that shape. I wonder how tough the training was until he can achieve that curve at the waist. Anyway, for this entry, I hope one fine day he will have time to type down some things he went through at BMT. Chaoz for now peepz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470537784826628?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470537784826628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470537784826628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/09/alamak-badan-tough-seh.html' title='Alamak!!! Badan Tough Seh!!!!!'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109466012942648841</id><published>2004-09-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:15:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Blog!!!!</title><content type='html'>This blog will be about how we met and what's going on in our weekly or monthly love life.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109466012942648841?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109466012942648841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109466012942648841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/09/our-new-blog.html' title='Our New Blog!!!!'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470529163021268</id><published>2004-08-22T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:52:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisma Mendaki</title><content type='html'>This is just a short outing during the May-June holidays. It's a day where my friend, Ati, had a pre-farewell gathering party before their departure for MYSORE at India for a community work. The gathering is organized by Wisma Mendaki I believe. The ones that attended were me, my dearest Iskandar, Yon and Farihin. The rest were her fellow friend's friends and families. We were there from 7 in the evening till 10 at night. After a powerpoint presentation and a feast, we make our way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/Mendaki%20Ati.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/Mendaki%20Ati.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisma Mendaki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470529163021268?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470529163021268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470529163021268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/08/wisma-mendaki.html' title='Wisma Mendaki'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470521631293022</id><published>2004-08-07T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:23:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear, Me and His 2 Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/With%2BIan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/With%2BIan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Ian Zackry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak.. I kinda forgot the date. But I know it's the 2nd day of Chinese New Year of 2004. That's when my dearest Iskandar's family had a picnic overnight at East Coast Park. And I'm invited by I'm not sure whom? My dear himself or the Mum? Whatever it is and whoever it is, I don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, me and my dear Iskandar arrived quite late in the evening. By then, his family had started the barbeque and so when we arrived, we only had the cooking to do. So, if I can remember, we barbequed otak2, marinated chicken (I think) and sausages, the typical barbeque foods. Then there's still some mee his mum cooked. For drinks wise, occasionally, we had to cycle down all the way to 7-11 to buy more drinks. That's when I met my old time so-called 'sisters'. Haha. I met Lidya aka Memel, with her family and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we sat down for a while to have a little mini-chat and asks about each other's khabar. She was definitely surprised at the freedom that I've gotten already bcos she in the other hand, had lose some but it all depends on her whether she's going to be obedient or not. Anyway, after a while, we went our own way, I went back to my place and her to her's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we went by the seaside and sat down together and lying around there, definitely on top of a rattan mat. During that time, my love for my dearest Iskandar grew. He took great care of me during the whole night while the rest are sleeping. Cover y eyes with his jungle hat, away from blinding lights, constantly shooing me to sleep. Haiz... I'm so touched.... AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next morning, when everyone was awake, there's a time when me and my dearest Iskandar slept again in the tent. Open on both sides with loads of wind coming in. And that is after playing with his younger brother and sister early in the morning. And they are indeed an active bunch of youngsters with lots of energy yet to be burned. Unlike their eldest brother. Hahaha. Sorry, No Hard Feelings Sayang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/1024/With%2BNana.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/400/With%2BNana.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470521631293022?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470521631293022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470521631293022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-dear-me-and-his-2-siblings.html' title='My Dear, Me and His 2 Siblings'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470512876527517</id><published>2004-08-04T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:45:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched To The Bottom Of My Heart....</title><content type='html'>Just 2 Days After The Accident (I'm So Really Touched.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/640/NYP.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/NYP.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still weak. Still in pain. Not able to walk properly. Not able to walk fast. Not convenient to get from place to place. Still needs the rest to heal the wound and recover fast and well. That's what a person should do to get well soon but no, my dearest Iskandar actually touched my heart by attending my IVP competition all the way at Nanyang Polytechnic. He also actually woke up in time and meet me at Jurong East MRT Station to go to the school together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I helped him to walk all the way until we reached NYP (I'm like his walking stick).&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the only time that I can mock him and make fun of him as his right leg is injured and his right elbow. Otherwise, he would be the one mocking and disturbing me. At least then, all he could do was to disturb me verbally in which, I find it not so irritating (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the competition is going on, he gave a lot of moral support. More than anyone does, who's supposed to give me tons of support. And I should have someone taking picture of me but didn't even want to try another angle from the audience seats so that a snapshot of me and my group doing our pattern can be taken. That was the most saddest thing that happened actually and I was really so angry and pissed off . And as usual, my dearest Iskandar cooled me down, just like the old times back in secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that condition and situation (as you can see from the picture above), he can still accompany me down to the mini-shop to buy water and eventually down to the canteen area, which is quite a long walk down. But after that, I've to accompany him.... to the gate outside NYP, which is FURTHER!! Just to.... 'TAKE A FRESH AIR'!! Of course, I accompanied him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened the rest of the day, I don't really remember. All I remember was I met Yon for a while at Admiralty and them meet my dearest Iskandar again, because he went home first to meet his parents for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470512876527517?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470512876527517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470512876527517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/08/touched-to-bottom-of-my-heart.html' title='Touched To The Bottom Of My Heart....'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470504591165581</id><published>2004-07-29T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:44:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Iskandar Zulkarnain (The Beginning)</title><content type='html'>My Dearest Sweetheart in the Green Uniform, Iskandar Zulkarnain Bin Zainal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/640/Image002.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Image002.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have practically nothing to say. My love for this guy is unspoken and can't be written (although I'm typing down some stuffs). Anyway, met this irritant back then in 1999, when the both of us were in Secondary 3 and were only 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the first time in Teck Whye Camp where out of the blue he came near the girl's bunk (to look for Adik) to chill for a while. By then, we were already taking over as Specialists and at that camp, he was helping out as RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after that, I don't remember talking to him or getting near. The next best thing I remember was after a COC rehearsel, after we were from a camp to return rifles, we went to the nearest block behind the kedai kopi and we chill there for a while, filling each other about our individual's life. I think that's when I told him that I'm going for the December Phase Specialist Course (the last batch of the Specialists).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time too, I was close to a guy called Sharin and I actually flirted with him but we got to nowhere because he's such a dumbass. But I'm still close to my dear though. He helped through all my hard times with my idiotic ex(s). Spend time with me whenever I'm alone and he also liked to accompany me home although he's on his bicycle and I'm in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just before my Specialist Course, I went to his house for the first time to prepare my mutual. He helped me with it and I'm really so damn greatful for it. And when I'm attending my Specialist Course, he became the RP again, along with Sharin. And he had so much fun bullying me , letting me be the last girl to get the foods, gave me extra maha lots of water and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, at that time, my feelings for him were hidden and untold......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470504591165581?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470504591165581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470504591165581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-dearest-iskandar-zulkarnain.html' title='My Dearest Iskandar Zulkarnain (The Beginning)'/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470492673090896</id><published>2004-07-23T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:42:06.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 17th July 2004 </title><content type='html'>Today is the day where my house has held a small feast to 'celebrate' my sister's birthday. Anyway, in the afternoon, I'm supposed to meet my classmates but it was cancelled last minute. Therefore, I went to fetch my dearest Iskandar from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Town at around 3 plus in the afternoon and walk around Far East and then went home at around 5 plus. By the time we reached home, my grandama and my aunty is still there. And my aunty can be described as damn sexy man. She wore a v-neck shirt that reveals her cleavage. By around 6pm, Adik and Boy reached here and the rest of my sister's friend reached from 6 plus onwards. There are a total of 10 of them at least and all of them are guys and only one girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, some of my sister's friend is Adik's friend from ITE Dover. Never know that my sister's friend are all aged more than 20. Anyway, during the whole feast, me, my dearest Iskandar, Adik and her dearest Boy, the four of us stayed in the kitchen and do our own stuff and helped my mum do some cooking and baking. Ali also joined us as he's the type yang rilek2 nya. Then surprisingly again, Ali and Adik were actually friends from primary school. Only that Ali transfered out when he was Primary 3.  Then Adik, Is and Ali were like constantly 'fighting' ovver who's going to make the pizza. Whereas Boy was standing at the stove stirring around the Sup Tulang. Everyone settled down about 30 minutes later. Adik's pizza by then when it has finished baking, only that the pizza has everything but the capsicum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9 pm, Hassan, Mat, Suzi and Zul also came to my house upon my invitation because they are going riding. After a few minutes, Kak Chacha came with her sister and her mother to send a wedding invitation card. They talked outside and only for a while then they went home. Hassan and gang pulak went out by 10 pm and a few minutes after they left, Wak Adi and family came. After they ate, me, my dear, Lily and Adik Wan went downstairs to take a stroll. We went up about half an hour later. And so they went home about 11:30 pm and around 10 minutes after they left, me and my dear also left the house to spend the night outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a very tiring day but fun also. And during the feast, I felt quite hot and very sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470492673090896?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470492673090896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470492673090896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/07/saturday-17th-july-2004.html' title='Saturday, 17th July 2004 '/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470479014079057</id><published>2004-07-12T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:39:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 04th July 2004 </title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 8 am and so I bathed to get ready to go out again. This time to the new big swimming pool down at Downtown East called Wild Wild Wet. I'm meeting Fizah there at BK around 11 plus. And so I reached the meeting place earlier than her although I'm actually considered late. But they reached just like 5 minutes later than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my dear Iskandar went to buy food first since we hadn't had any breakfast and any real food since last night. But by then I couldn't eat much because stomach got wind (perut masuk angin) and the hunger period had passed. So I just took 2 bites of the Whopper Burger (w/o munching on the tomato) and half of the onion rings and guess what... I'm full!! Yeah that's me. I'll be full even with that amount of food in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in at around 12 right after we finished our food. The admission fee is much more expensive than Jurong East Swimming Complex but I guess the 'special rides' here are more fun and just simply more. And it's true. Had fun on the Ular-lar, the Shiok River and the rest of the rides including the waves. And the timing for the waves there are more longer than Jurong East but the waiting is equally long. After a few rounds, me and Iskandar just relax on the relax chair and we end up sleeping under the sun but it's nice. And then there, I saw Shikin (adik Haida) with her husband. Got to know that she's married with a 3 month old son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed there until 6 pm. That's when we finished washing up and getting dressed. After that, we went down quickly to Far East Centre and there we ate at Magic Wok. The food there is nice and is the kind that we can return and try to eat other foods. The wanton there is really nice. Maybe because I haven't eat wanton for so long or maybe it's really nice. I've to try some other places then. Anyway, after we finished eating, we went straight home and I reach home around 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the day, I unpacked all my stuff and then I talked to my dearest Iskandar for a while before the both of us turn into bed very very soundly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470479014079057?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470479014079057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470479014079057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/07/sunday-04th-july-2004.html' title='Sunday, 04th July 2004 '/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248578.post-109470467394123200</id><published>2004-07-10T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:37:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 03rd July 2004 </title><content type='html'>In the afternoon, I went to BBDC to have my last SP before my TP on Wednesday and of all bikes, I got a quite faulty bike. The r.p.m is very low and I have to open the throttle more than usual. It affects some of the course. Or maybe I should say all. Have problems moving off from the top of the slope, to maintain throttle in the 'S' and crank course, the pylon slalom and especially the e-brake. I actually skidded and the bike actually fell. Never a time it I fell ever since the 1st time I started on the e-brake course. All of that makes me lose confidence in my TP. What if I got a not-so-good bike? What if I just wobble a lot and gain points from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my practical, I went to Segar Rd, my big cousin's house to play with my niece and nephew while at the same time waiting for my boyfriend to finish working with his dad. Played with them till about 4 and then I went straight to Far East where my friends are waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach Far East, Farah, Yati, Bedah and Man was already there. Me and my Sayang sat down in front of BK to just sit down and relax and smoke. A while later, while talking about Hassan, at the same time, Hassan and Boy came and we talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, me and Sayang went to join the Farah and all. After putting down our bags, both of us went and walk around Far East because we were still waiting for another guy. In the midst of the crowd at the 3rd level, of all people that we saw, we saw my ex-boyfriend, Sudirman and his girlfriend, Milah. After walking around for a little while longer, we went back to where Farah and the rest are. And my boyfriend had a shock of his life. His cigarettes were gone and we couldn't look for it. Not even at the seat in front of BK and that was when he stressed out and didn't have the right mood to mingle around and we end up 'fighting'. After a while, we were ok and I bought him a new pack of cigarette. We went off at around 9 pm and we reach Sentosa at around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, we went to most top of the tower on the left side if we were facing the tower from the bridge. Stayed there and tell each other riddles and jokes and a few hours later, we changed our location to the benches in front of the toilet under the monorail. Started off with a game of taitee then the girls and the guys broke up and there we have girl's talk and the guy's talk. By then, I can say that I went through a tiring but fun day, in spite of the 'fight' that I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248578-109470467394123200?l=aida-iskandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470467394123200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248578/posts/default/109470467394123200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida-iskandar.blogspot.com/2004/07/saturday-03rd-july-2004.html' title='Saturday, 03rd July 2004 '/><author><name>Aida Iskandar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/1289/320/Always%20Together%202.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
